Page 8 of The Tenth Circle

Of my vagina.

Not so much my wrists and overall well-being.

Way to go Montgomery, you’ve managed to become both an idealist and an idiot in a whopping five minutes.

Ugh, it’s just been so long since I lost my virginity, and that was a less than five minute trainwreck. This already feels so much better than Salvatore Demario.

No, no, no. I blink away the crazy, knowing I need to stop this before it’s too late and he’s…

Inside my fucking panties.

Goddammit when the hell did he unbutton my jeans?

The moan ripping through my lips is nothing short of desperate when his fingers find my clit without any barriers, working it with skill.

Skill you know comes from being a certified fuck boy.

And you’re certifiably fucked.

“So youdowant me touching you. Hm?” He’s back to playing cocky.

Why bother answering?

My body is already writhing and he knows it.

With eyes rolling and fluttering I press the back of my head against the wall, allowing myself this small mercy before my better judgment kicks into gear.

“That was fast,” Crazyman muses when he slides a finger inside me with zero resistance.

ZERO. ZILCH. NIENTE. NADA.

My body is a traitor.

“Shut up,” I hiss, but even that seems futile.

As if picking apart some pieces of a science experiment, he says, “Must’ve been a long time since you were taken care of.”

More like never.

But even more likenot now.

“Stop,” my voice cracks, sounding so needy and unbelievable it’s pathetic.

“You sure?” he asks, pumping his fingers inside me a few times before slipping down my jeans.

Yes.

No.

Yes.

Fuck.

“Yes,” I manage.

“Even if I can promise you won’t regret it?”

Of course I’ll regret it. I have no idea who this guy is or what he really looks like to research local sex offenders.