“It hurts,” I whine, aching.
“I know, baby. But I’m going to make it all better. I promise.”
“You can’t!” It boggles my mind that he can’t understand it. This heartbreak has become warped. Misshapen. It not longer even resembles heartbreak, but something more akin to trauma.
It’s unfixable.
I’m unfixable.
There’s no going back.
And yet my body is hungrier than ever, my soul grasping at the tattered connection between us.
“Kira, listen to me.”
“Please,” I beg, and there are tears in my eyes. I need him to make me come, to moan in my ear while the orgasm tears through me.
Then, I have to hang up the phone on him and sever this connection once more.
“Then do it. Slam it into you. Use all your strength like I would if I was there fucking you with my cock.”
I do as he says, thrusting the dildo deep.
My back arches, body locked up. I’m coming so hard I can’t control the loud moans leaving me.
“Say my name, Kira. Say it!”
I do, repeatedly, my hips churning to meet each thrust.
“Oh God, baby. The way you say my name. You ready for me? Ready for my come?”
He’ll never know how fucking much.
Brayden yells out. “Fuck, baby! Fuck, I love you.”
Pain.
Pleasure.
My soul grasps at the flimsy remnants of that connection again, trying to rebuild it somehow.
“I love you, Kira. I fucking love you. So much. God, I need your *.”
I’m still coming as I hang up the phone on him, cutting off his rambling.
I’m still coming as that first tear slides out of my eye.
I yank the dildo out of me and jerk upright, throwing it away from me. Covering my face with my hands, I struggle to pull myself together.
Impossible. I’m torn apart.
Broken.
Exposed.
No. No. No. I’m not this girl anymore. I no longer fall apart for Brayden Hunt.
I’m stronger than this. I can’t go back to being that shattered little girl he left behind.
Sniffing, I wipe at my wet eyes and get up to continue getting ready. I can’t stop him from going to that party, but I won’t stop myself from going either.
I’ll just have to ignore him.
I will.
He snuck past some defenses the last few weeks. I wasn’t careful enough.
That’s over now.
I’m going to build those defenses back up.
And no matter what it costs me, I’m going to convince that man to move on and leave me alone. I’m going to make him believe he has no power over me.
Somehow.
I expected to get many reactions to my costume choice.
I expected wrong.
Reactions isn’t quite the right term for what’s happening.
The guys here are practically trying to grope me. As soon as I walk into the large foyer, all heads turn in my direction.
I’m wearing a black bra-top that pushes my breasts out ridiculously. Paired with it is a tiny black and pink tutu, and matching fur leg warmers. The large black and pink cat ears on my head also match the fingerless gloves on my hands.
Yeah, I’m showing a lot of skin, but so are a lot of the girls here. I don’t understand why the guys are overreacting like this.
Dodging a guy I don’t even know, I make my way to the other side of the foyer. I see Austin to my left, hanging with Craig.
Talk about showing a lot of skin. His gladiator costume leaves most of his body on display.
It’s a gorgeous, bronzed body, cut to perfection. A body I once had between my legs.
I felt almost nothing then; I feel the same now.
He catches sight of me and turns sharply in my direction. An eerie stillness falls over him as he takes in my costume with a hunter’s eye.
Austin’s going to come to me. I sense it.
A hand reaches under my tutu and squeezes one ass cheek.
“Hey! What the fuck?” I fly around, ready to break a motherfucker’s nose.
It’s Emma, one of the girls in my school. She’s dressed as a punk rocker, her dark hair streaked with purple. “Damn, girl, you look fucking yummy tonight.” She’s blatantly bisexual, and she gives no fucks about grabbing whatever she wants.
This isn’t the first time I’ve been groped by her.
“Emma, I’ve told you before. I’m a cock girl only.”
She sighs wistfully. “Yeah, and every time I hear it, it makes me wish I had a dick to give you, babes.”
I shake my head and smile. “You like dick, too. Remember?”
“I’d give it up for you.”
Oh, she’s smooth. I’ll give her that.
“Speaking of dick . . .” Her head turns in the direction I’d seen Austin in. “Looks like you’ve got an eager one heading straight to you.”
Before I can turn toward Austin, I sense an odd silence fall over the foyer. As if everyone’s attention is focused on a single thing.
Confused, I look at everyone and see all the women staring toward the entrance. All the guys stare at the girls, then turn their heads to see what they’re looking at.
Brayden.
He just walked in and is standing at the large double doors, right beneath the giant crystal chandelier that dominates the ceiling of the foyer.