CHAPTER 6
It's up to me.
That's what he tells me with his lips hovering over mine. With his c**k pressed into me, long, hard, and hot. With his voice fuzzing over my brain.
Okay, I belong to you. Take me like you want. Teach me again. Teach me everything….the words vibrate in my throat, wanting to come out, just like another part of me wants to be filled up by him again…
But….
“No!” I remember myself and spit the word out. A desperate soldier throwing a hand grenade. “No! I don't belong to you—you’re a psycho. I'm not going into your trailer with you. I'm here under duress. You need to let me go. You need to let me get back to my life in Delaware. The one you blew up.”
Waylon stills.
His body becomes so tight and rigid against mine. I wonder if he'll listen. And I wonder how I’ll fe
