I didn’t expect to see her again. I figured she was gone, and I was preparing myself for the consequences. I was sitting there at the table, staring at a bottle of vodka I’d bought. It was a stupid risk, but I guess I didn’t care.

And just as I decided to drink, she showed up again, a bag of clean clothes on her shoulder, anger in her eyes.

“This doesn’t mean we’re, like, a team,” she says as she sits at the table.

“Yeah, I get it.”

She eyes the bottle and looks at me, eyebrow quirked. “Decided to get drunk?”

“Figured, why not, since I was dead anyway.”

She frowns a little. “You really think he’d be able to get to you through me?”

“Yes,” I say seriously. “How much do you know about him?”

She shrugs as I sit across from her. “He’s rich, powerful, and vicious. Leo talked about him like he’s the boogeyman, you know? I always wondered why he got involved with the guy, but whatever.”

“That’s a good way of describing him,” I say softly. “I’ve known Hunter for a long time, and I can promise you, he doesn’t feel anything but a thrill when he gets what he wants.”

She watches me careful for a second. “How do you know him?”

I take a breath and let it out. “We went to school together. I was the poor kid they let in out of pity, and Hunter was the rich kid that owned the school. We were friends, I guess.”

“You guess?”

I look away from her. “Best friends until he left for college and I stayed behind.”

“Huh.” That’s all she says, just watching me.

“He was dangerous, even back then, but he’s more dangerous now. Everything you’ve heard is true, and then some.”

“Come on, he’s just one guy.”

“I know.” I rub my eyes a bit. “But trust me, Kay, he’s not someone we want to mess with.”

“Okay. So what’s the plan?”

“I called him, talked to him, but it doesn’t sound like he’s in a forgiving mood.”

“You did… what?”

“I called him.” I arch an eyebrow at her, smiling a bit. “Told you we were friends.”

She sighs. “We have to be able to do something.”

“I’m working on it,” I say. “Truth is, Hunter’s after me, and you’re just in the way. He won’t let you go now, in case you’re curious, just because it’s a sport for him.”

“Why does he want you?”

I take a breath and let it out. I don’t know how to explain this. “He comes from a world where you’re expected to be a certain… way. You have to… fit in. You have to be what the family wants you to be.”

“Okay,” she says, a little skeptical.

“He’s the heir apparently to his father’s fortune, and I suspect… I think something’s happening. I know some things about Hunter that he doesn’t want anyone to know… and I think he’s willing to kill me to make sure those secrets never get out.”

“Ah,” she says softly. “He’s not the perfect little boy daddy thinks he is.”

“Far from it,” I say, laughing softly. “His family is stuck in the Dark Ages, unfortunately for him. I almost feel bad, if he weren’t such a fucking psychopath.”

“Okay, so he wants you dead because you know too much. Guess you can’t just… forget, right?”

“Right,” I say, grinning at her.

“How close were you two, anyway?”

“Close,” I admit. “Closer than I’m comfortable with now. He’s always been on the periphery of my life, probably keeping me close… in case.”

She frowns a little bit. “That’s super creepy.”

“No kidding. He’s probably been thinking about killing me for years.”

“And yet here you are.”

“Killing me isn’t simple,” I say softly.

“I guess not.” She glances away from me.

“Do you miss him?”

My question seems to surprise her more than anything. She looks back at me for a second, eyes searching mine, maybe trying to figure out if I’m being serious. Finally, she shakes her head.

“Not at all. He was a bastard. And a means to an end.”

“What end?”

“Getting a fix. If the drugs ever ran out, I would’ve left him in a heartbeat.”

“And yet… he hit you.”

She shrugs. “Most men do.”

I grunt, shaking my head. “No, they don’t.”

“In my experience.”

I hesitate a second, leaning closer to her. “You said some things… while you were detoxing.”

“What?” she asks, genuinely curious.

“About your father… hitting you. It was like you were reliving old memories.”

She nods a little bit, but doesn’t seem ashamed. “I’ve come to grips with all that. My parents are the reason I ran away, fell into all this…”

“What was your life like, before?”

She shrugs. “Aside from the beatings and the fear at home? Normal, I guess. I was… I was normal.”

“Do you miss being normal?”

“No,” she answers right away. “I don’t miss being normal.”

I laugh softly. “Yeah, neither do I.”

“I doubt you were ever normal.”

“Totally was. I played Pokémon as a kid.”

“Everyone did.” She grins at me and gets up. “That doesn’t make you normal.”

I watch as she sits on the bed and stretches her beautiful long legs. I lean back in my chair and wonder why she came back to me, what made her want to come back.

I don’t need to ask. I think I already know. She clearly went to her old apartment and got some of her stuff… and I bet there were drugs waiting. She had to have resisted them… at least I think so. She doesn’t seem high, far as I can tell.

I stand up and walk toward her. She watches me and her smile doesn’t falter.

“Can I trust you now?” I ask softly.

A little shrug. “Maybe.”

“Maybe,” I echo. “You ran off and came back. Does that mean you want to be here?”

“I probably shouldn’t.”

“No,” I say, stopping directly in front of her. I tip her chin up toward me. “Probably not. But that’s not what I asked.”

“Yes,” she whispers. “You can trust me.”

“Can you trust yourself?”

She looks angry for a moment and pulls her chin away, but lets out a breath and sighs. “I think so,” she says finally.

“Good.” I direct her face back toward me again, standing in front of her and looking down into her beautiful eyes. “I want to trust you.”

She bites her lip. “We’re in this together. As much as I hate to admit it.”

I laugh softly. “No, we’re not in this together. You’re in this with me, and if you don’t figure that out soon, we’re not going to make it.”

Her eyes narrow, but I don’t give her a chance to argue. I stoop down and kiss her, gently at first. She bites my lip and I grunt a little, pushing my lips tighter against hers.

I know this is the real reason she came back. I unbuckle my belt and pull my jeans off as I kiss her, stooped down over top. She reaches out and grabs onto my already hard cock through my boxer briefs and I let her stroke me, nice and slow.

This is what she came back for. In the end, she needs this big dick, this good dick. She needs to get fucked and come and feel all the things she’s forgotten how to feel. I can give her that. I can give her so much more.

I stand up and slide my boxer briefs off. She’s staring up at me, mouth hanging slightly open, tongue against her bottom teeth. She looks so fucking sexy, I think my cock gets even harder as she takes me by the shaft and slowly strokes me.

“Don’t pretend,” I say softly. “Don’t pretend you came back for any other reason.”

She glares at me, but she opens her mouth and takes my tip between her lips. I groan slightly as she starts to suck me, fast and wet and dirty, her tongue rolling around my skin.

“You came back for my cock, Kay,” I whisper. “You came back to feel everything you need to feel, every desperate inch.”

She’s breathing fast as she sucks me and strokes my shaft with both her hands. I grunt and slide my fingers through her hair, grabbing on tight. I push my cock deeper into her mouth, sliding into her throat, gagging her.

“You’re all mine now,” I whisper, bending over top of her, my cock in her throat. She pulls back and gasps for air, staring up at me with a look of desire and anger.

I pull her to her feet and push her up against the wall. She groans as I pull her shirt and bra off, kissing her neck and breasts, teasing her nipples. I bite her shoulder, pull her hair, pin her tight against the wall. I bite her nipple and make her gasp as I pull her shorts off, sliding them over her thick, firm ass.

I drop to my knees in front of her and spread her legs. She lets out a little grunt of pleasure as I lick up her wet pussy over her panties. I want to ruin these, get them so dripping wet she has to throw them out. I lick her up, let her juices soak into the fabric, my hands cupping her ass. She grabs onto my hair just as I pull her panties down and let them fall onto the floor.

She’s staring down at me as I tease her. I lick her top to bottom, tasting her delicious cunt. I slide my tongue in deep and pull back, licking back up to work her clit. I suck and lick her like that, pulling her tighter against my mouth. She arches her back and pushes her hips out, letting my tongue take control.

I squeeze her thick ass and taste every single fucking inch of her. I love the moans that escape her lips, desperate and impossible to contain. I lick and suck her faster and faster, tongue sliding inside and back out to glide along her clit. More gasps and pants escape between her teeth and I know she’s loving this. She probably forgot how fucking good it can feel.

I stand up and pull her toward me. She’s naked, sweat prickling her skin. There’s soft hair up along her stomach and along her arms, downy and barely visible. I kiss it as I sit back on the bed and pull her on top of me, making her straddle my thick cock.

She bites her lip, back arched, arms wrapped around my neck. My tip presses against her pussy, but she’s so wet it easily sinks inside. Her head tips back, and I tip it back harder as I pull her hair. She groans, animalistic and pure, as she sinks my cock deep inside her pussy.

It’s warm and wet and feels so fucking incredible I want to come the instant I’m filling her. I want to come deep into her tight pussy, make her gasp and beg, but I hold off. She starts to work her hips, slowly at first, eyes locked on mine and lips hanging open. She presses her forehead close to mine as she starts to work her ass and lower back, moving up and down, riding my thick cock.

“Faster,” I whisper to her. “Or are you scared? Can’t take it?”

“I can take it,” she whispers back.

I pull her hair, hard. She gasps, glaring at me, but starts to move her hips. She rides me, shaking that thick ass up and down. I slap it with my free hand, get a good grab on her hips, thrust up inside to get her moving faster. She gasps as I suck her nipple and let her ride me, her whole body tense as she moves.

“Work my cock,” I whisper to her. “I want to see you sweating.”

She groans and responds by moving faster. The bed’s shaking as she rides my big dick and I slap that ass again, nice and hard. She gasps as she goes, grinding and rolling her hips, mouth hanging open like she’s lost in bliss.

“We both know this is why you came back. You came back to feel this dick again, deep inside that tight cunt of yours.” I pull her hair tight, making her groan. She’s glaring at me, angry, but it only makes her ride me faster.

I want to push her, test her limits. “You know you’re fucked up,” I whisper to her. “Broken and fucked up. You need something new to get addicted to.” I slap her ass, nice and hard. “You’re addicted to this dick and you know it.”

She groans and pushes against me. She shoves me flat on my back and leans over top, riding back, shoving her hips back against mine. She’s groaning and fucking me hard and fast, hair spilling down around her.

“That’s right, work it out, get out all that anger, girl. Ride that dick, get that new fucking fix.”

She sits up and glares down at me, eyes filled with rage. But instead of pulling back, she slaps me.

It catches me by surprise. She slaps me in the face and my eyes go wide, but she doesn’t stop riding. She writhes her hips and tips her head back and I laugh at the flash of pain in my cheek. I laugh as she rides my big dick faster, letting me fill her up.

She has fire, I’ll give her that. She has a lot of fucking fire.

I sit up and push her off me. She stumbles backwards, glaring at me. She was clearly in the zone, and I laugh a little, walking toward her, stroking my cock.

“You want to come?” I ask her. “You want to get off?”

She nods a little bit. I back her up against the wall again.

“Earn it,” I say, taking her by the hair and putting her down on her knees. “Earn it, girl.”

She sucks my cock with reckless abandon, her mouth sliding up and down, her cheeks spread out. She gags and keeps going when I push her down deep, and I fucking love how hard she works. She’s desperate for it, needs it so badly, and I’m riding on that edge of orgasm. I’m so hard I think I might come at any second.

I pull her back and push her over to the bed. This time I bend her over, stomach down and legs over the side. I grab those hips and she lifts her ass up as I push my big cock deep inside her pussy.

She gasps as I fuck her from behind. “This is what you wanted,” I whisper. “Big dick spreading you wide, fucking you rough.”

I grab her wrists and pin them behind her back. I dominate her, control her body, keep her right where I want her. I slap her ass, bite her shoulder, pull her hair. I fuck her pussy raw and deep and rough, not holding anything back. Her gasps and moans tell me everything I need to hear, everything I want to know. She’s in ecstasy and I want her right there, riding on that razor wire, ready to explode at any moment.

I pin her down and slap her ass rough. I keep fucking her, pulling one of her hands behind her back, and she gasps, looking over her shoulder. Her eyes are wide and pleading with me now, and I know what she wants. I growl at her and fuck her harder, losing myself, sweat on my skin, entire body tense. I fuck her rough and deep and she practically screams my name as she comes.

Every inch of her comes. She comes with her whole body, out of her mind. It’s incredible to watch as it moves along her skin. She tenses and groans, eyes rolled back, neck pulled back, head up. I fuck her through it, merciless and mean. I want this pussy, want to mark it as my own. I can feel my orgasm building and I know I’m about to get tipped over, tipped over that edge.

Her orgasm does it for me. I hold off just long enough for her to finish, and as her last twitches die down, I pull my cock from her tight cunt and stroke myself. It takes three strokes before I pump my cum onto her back in thick, long spurts. I come all over her ass and strong back, groaning as I do it.

It’s a frenzy, and when it’s over, we come crashing back down to earth. I get her a towel and help her into the shower. We don’t say anything as we clean off, rinsing sweat and cum from our bodies. I kiss her and she kisses me back, an odd little smile on her lips.

As she’s finishing, I grab her hair, pull her back. She looks at me and I kiss her one more time, slow and deep.

“This really is the reason you came back,” I whisper to her.

“I know.” She steps out of the shower, her perfect ass round and thick. I watch her and I know I’m fucked.