CHAPTER 11 | Ellie
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The pleasure damn near shatters me. I want to scream and I can’t. I have to settle for rubbing myself frantically, head thrown back. I can feel Caleb’s eyes on me and realizing it washes another wave of pleasure over me. Slowly, it subsides, leaving me with shaky hands and knees. I wobble, grabbing the counter edge before I end up on the bathroom floor. I breathe in, out, again.
There, I think, everything in me centering.
I open my eyes.
Caleb’s gone, and a tiny, tiny part of me is disappointed. Clearly it’s the suicidal part—the same part that became excited knowing he was there. I mean, it’s not like he was going to come in here and scoop me onto the countertop, spread my legs, and take me.
The very idea makes me wet again. Get it together, Ellie, I tell
