And then, slowly, she leans in. Her lips part, and she lets a slick trail fall onto the end of the pin—never breaking eye contact.
“Good girl.”
Her body trembles, legs unsteady beneath her as anticipation coils tight in every muscle.
When I lower the pin again, she sucks in a breath, biting down on her bottom lip like she’s trying to hold something back.
But it’s already there.
The pleasure. The surrender. The war she’s losing with herself.
And she knows it.
She’s bracing for the inevitable, even as her body leans into it.
With her spit I coat her pussy, making sure she’s slick before pushing the rolling pin inside her. She’s a greedy girl—eager—meeting me with a hunger that borders on reverence.
Her arms aren’t clawing at me anymore. Now, they’re wrapped around me like I’m the only thing keeping her grounded.
“Still hate me now?” I murmur, tasting the blood she left on my lip as I drag my tongue across it deliberately.
“Yes,” she breathes.
But there’s no venom in it. No fire. Just the ghost of defiance clinging to words that no longer carry weight.
“You sure about that?”
I find a rhythm with the rolling pin, gliding it in and out of her like it was made for this.
What once was her shield, her makeshift weapon, now bends to my control. I’ve turned her protection into surrender. Her defence into desire.
“Fuck you, stalker boy,” she moans, eyes fluttering shut—still clinging to defiance, even as pleasure threatens to pull her under.
But her body betrays her.
It’s mine now. Her breath, her voice, the way she trembles beneath my touch.
All of it belongs to me.
Nell is mine.
Even when she fights it.
Especially when she fights it.
But something shifts—sharp and immediate.
She’s no longer yielding, no longer complicit. With a guttural growl, she slams both hands into my chest, shoving me back with a force that steals the air from my lungs.
“Get off me. I can’t do this. You can’t do this. Ifuckinghate you, Cameron.”
Her voice cracks, and then the tears come hot, silent and unstoppable. But it’s her eyes that stop me cold. There’s something in them now… something darker. Something broken.
“Hey!” a voice calls from the far end of the alley.
I glance toward it—just for a second.
And that’s all she needs.
