Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

This is me.
I am me.
“She was glad nothing serious had happened,” my mother
goes on.
Rachel who?
“Oh, sweetie,” she coos. “I understand. Boys will be boys,
and she teased you, didn’t she? She wouldn’t let you have it.”
I dig my fingers into her skull, squeezing her hip tighter.
“Shhh,” she says, trying to pull away from my hold. “Little
girls just don’t understand what boys need. It’s okay. I’m
here.” Her lips trailed a line across my jaw, mewling as she
tries to get my grip off her hair.
“You can pretend I’m her,” she tells me, my dick growing
hard and hot with blood. “Show me what you were going to do
to her. Show me how you wanted to fuck that silly little girl.”
No, no, no…
“Show me,” she urges. “Fuck me.”
No…
“Take what’s yours,” she growls. “Give that girl what she
deserves.”
I suck in a breath, tears springing to my eyes, and I jump
off the counter, swing around, grab her by the back of the
neck, and bend her over the counter.
She spreads her legs and pulls up her nightie for me, bites
her bottom lip. “That’s my boy.”
I hold her head right in front of the mirror, staring at her
as she challenges me back.
“Do it, baby,” she whispers. “Come all inside me. Come
on, come on, come on…”
And I glare at her, tighten my hold on her hair and neck,
press her into the counter, and pull her head up—
She gasps, ready to get it.