Haunting-Adeline

took it all the way, and every morsel inside my being has been wai ng for
this moment. An cipa ng it.
I’m dying to deny him, yet I have to fight my body from turning and
pulling him into me.
Maybe just this once…
I bite my lip, rolling the bruised and abused lip between my teeth.
He watches me closely, studying every movement like he’s trying to
interpret a dead language hidden in the lines of my body.
“Are you only saying that because you think it’ll work?” I ask, my voice
husky and uneven.
His mouth is s ll angled towards my ear, with his eyes locked onto mine.
Slowly, he shakes his head, his face severe and gaze intense.
“You’re telling the truth?” I push, my voice hitching with the despera on
for him to just lie and tell me no.
“Yes, Adeline,” he whispers.
I close my eyes, resigna on seeping from my pores. Sensing the change,
his hand travels across my flat stomach. I tense beneath his touch,
goosebumps rising on my skin.
His long fingers latch onto the zipper of my hoodie, slowly pulling it
down, par ng the material at a painful pace. The sound of the metal teeth
separa ng disrupts the sound of my erra c breathing.
“Don’t torture me,” I bite out, anger flashing from his deliberately slow
pace.
A wicked smile flashes, and even the mirror can’t lessen the cruelty.
“Poor li le mouse,” he taunts. “You’re sadly mistaken if you thought I
was going to make this anything but painful.”