Page 64 of My Girl

“Stay the fuck back!” I shout.

A grin spreads across his face. He cracks his neck to each side.

I pull back the hammer. “I’ll shoot!”

“You gonna tell the police it’s self defense?” His lips stretch into a smile, showing his teeth, and my heart pulses all over my body. “Self defense or not, it’ll feel good to kill me, won’t it?”

I close my eyes. This will be worth it. Ned will understand, and if Crave is around, he’ll help me get rid of the body.

Yes, itwillfeel good.

The gun clicks softly, like a button tapping on a keyboard.

Officer Gaines thrusts out his chest.

I pull back the hammer and shoot again and again.

Nothing happens.

“No,” I whisper. “No. This can’t. I can’t?—”

He pulls out his own gun, aiming at my forehead. “I am getting real tired of waiting, Miss Sinclair. You don’t want to see what happens when I’m impatient, do you?”

He grabs my shoulder, shoving me down with his sweaty palms, pushing me up against the wall. He unzips his pants and pulls out his dick. A layer of bumps and growths crawl over his cock like he has a disease.

I’ve always had good luck with this kind of stuff until now. If it looks off or smells weird, don’t put it inside of you. If I do this, I may get infected.

Gaines leers down at me.

“Open your mouth now, pretty girl, and your secret will be safe with me,” he says.

My shoulders shake. I spit at his ugly dick, and he grabs the back of my head, shoving his length between my lips. The tip tastes like bitter soap and his bumpy, unruly cock goes past my teeth until I’m pinned—my nostrils smothered against him—and energy rushes between my thighs. Warmth. Heat.Need.

No,I think.This is rape. This isn’t real. This is just self-defense. A coping mechanism.

I bite down as hard as I can. He slaps my face. I loosen my jaw. He pulls out.

“That’s how you’re gonna play, huh?” he mutters.

He twists around like a tornado and lowers his ass onto my face, pushing into my face like I’m a seat cushion. My nose is plugged up, and his hairy ass cheeks cover me.

“Can’t bite me now, can you?” he chuckles. “Lick my ass with that sweet little tongue of yours.”

My core flames with desire. I picture Officer Gaines with a mask over his face and gloves on his hands. I erase his accent and replace it with a gravelly voice, pretending every word is coming from Crave.

Then I smell the soap and heavy, cheap cologne, and that fantasy is gone, replaced with reality. A seedy, disgusting man forcing me to eat his ass.

Heat lowers to my pussy. The unmistakable urge to get off. To thrust my hips. To take pleasure from this too. It’s not about the mall cop. It’s about the degradation. It’s aboutCrave.It’s about being reminded of the way Crave takes me?—

But this isn’t Crave.

Officer Gaines grabs the back of my head, digging my mouth into his ass crack, his hairy cheeks crushing me, the thick hairs scratching my face. My tongue reaches out, flicking against those ridges of skin around his puckered asshole, and he laughs.

“God, a girl like you must be hungry after all of that spilled blood, ain’t you? Eat up, baby girl,” he murmurs. “I’m afraid I can’t let you go until your tongue is deep in my ass.”

With my eyes up against his skin, everything is dark. I squirm against the floor, grabbing at my thighs. Stars fleck across my vision as I lose oxygen.

I can’t do this. Not with him. Not now.