“No to which, Baby Girl?” He growled against my cheek but I for the life of me I couldn’t remember what we were talking about.
“Stop calling me that.” I muttered weakly.
“No.” He shook his head. “Never.”
“Why do you always do this?” I said desperately. Awash with emotion.
Something I hated.
“What?”
“Make-make me feel…Why can’t you-” My desperate voice cracked, and I gave up.
“Make you feel vulnerable?” He queried knowingly. His flat voice devoid of any hint of emotion. Though I knew he basked in mine.
“Why can’t you just get it over with like the rest?”
“Because I’m nothing like them.” He said darkly. His face written with disdain as he put an arm along the edge of the bin to lean into me as his other hand found my entrance. Slipping one long, slim finger deep into my chann
