Off Limit: Fucked by My Ex-fiancé's Step-Dad

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eavy as guilt, the veil plastered across my face like a wet shroud. I didn't run. I walked. O

were still screaming, sti

t was just me

the

the

eter and deeper. The kind that settled in your ches

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f believing

being the gir

understood him. I'd listened. I'd held him. I'd kissed his tears away when he cried about his mother's death. I'd cooked

ht I wa

alled me a

feless.

replaying, loud

nd myself, but it didn

ld have

told me I deserved better. She would have brushed my hair

om wa

She'd be so proud of me today. She'd have clapped her thin

ss ruined, heart in pieces, while the two people who

now where

kept

tears. Cars honked. Someone yelle

nd wa

lo

er lov

use

and I was jus

stop them. My chest hurt so much. My

the curb wit

res screeched harshly

. My eyes widened, when I sa

harp pain in my hip, the w

su

ac

*

he first thing I heard w

storm anymore-something s

he smell: clean linen,

wedding gown was still soaked, clinging coldly to my skin, but I was

lin

eaked with rain. A single lamp casting warm amber light

ootsteps. It was he

h the doorway and

ips, exposing the deep V of muscle that disappeared beneath the waistband. His abs were carved, defined ridges that shifted slightly with each breath. A light dusting of d

's dangerous

controlled, like the ro

wel in one hand and a folde

e, dark, steady,

re aw

d that vibrated low in your chest and set

over me li

urning fresh, the ache in my ribs, the humil

rush of heat floo

, insistently, growing

ogether beneath the s

ell is wro

king about this-a

enough to b

ye

to notice the c

id, he did

r. "I saw the car clip you, so I pulled over and carried

ut the to

ore you catc

against my sensitive nipples, hardening them further. I took the

whispered. My

sed the T-shirt ont

e. Change. I'll get you

ed. I watched the play of his shoulders, the way his trousers

of wet heat su

hard enough t

too quickly, an

rway, glancing back.

ow what I w

't

ch

ck

me fo

m, cheeks burning, thighs s

e wet dress molded to my curves, the hard peaks of my nipples

flickered

ook like pit

n deeper now, edged with somethi

n, the throbbing ache between my legs, and the terrifyi

nly redi

e stranger who'd j

ment, towel clutched to m

drifted to th

med p

e pe

n-maybe twenty

er, beautiful

e room, arms around them both,

eath

Dylan's s

Hawt

he night thinking filthy

face, so much younger, but already

into my mind, sh

k at Hele

Dy

away think

d me a r

w him what a rag doll can d

e doorway where Ry

hundered i

since I walked in on th

t dan

m fuck me so when Dylan comes hom

ression will be su