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His dick pulses. “Say it again.”

“Fuck you.” I try to catch my breath.

“Yes,” he moans, relentlessly rolling my clit in his fingers. It hurts while feeling good, and I don’t think I can come again.

But I do. And again, and again, and again with each gentle touch. With each time, my breathing becomes more jagged. My body is filled with both pain and shame. I don’t know which one to focus on, and it makes my head foggy.

At some point, Manson lets go of my hands. They fall to his chest, numb. I drop my head into them. The overwhelming sensation makes me want to cry, and I don’t know why.

“Are you crying, sweet little thing?” Manson’s voice is soothing.

I clench my eyes shut, my cheeks burning. I don’t want him to see that.

I feel Manson pulse inside me. He pulls his dick back, then pushes it deeper. “That’s it. Cry for me.”

The humiliation rushes through me, making my skin hot. Manson starts pumping into me, and I can feel every stroke in my sensitive pussy. He drags against my G-spot, making me shudder. Manson must mistake it for crying ‘cause he shushes me, increasing his pace.

“I’m going to pump you full of my come, Rachel.”

“Wait,” he doesn’t have a condom on.

“And you’re going to remember just who owns this pretty little body and just who made you cry.” Manson’s pace is brutal, but his dick drags against that spot in me with every thrust. Against what I thought possible, I clench up again, pleasure shooting through me.

Manson groans and slams his dick into me, pinning me against the wall. His dick twitches, and I feel his hot cum filling me.

“No,” I whisper.

“Yes,” he grits, still locked in pleasure.

We stand there for a minute, both panting. Manson just fucked me. He just fucked me and made me come over and over, just like he said he would. Sweetly, without hurting me.

I hate him more than I ever did.

In the silence, Manson’s voice asks softly, “How do I get Riley to love me?”

I catch my breath. He’s going to give me a chance.

Manson drops his head against the basement wall. “Do I have to buy her flowers? Sing to her a few times?”

“I…it’s not that simple. Love isn’t a formula.”

Manson pulls out of me.

I stiffen.

He glares at me. “Tell me what it is then.”

“It’s…I don’t know. It means different things to different people. I need to know Riley so I can tell you what she wants. I need to find out what she’s mad about too.”

Manson shakes his head, pulling up his pants. I scramble to get mine up. He isn’t going to believe me. He’ll have no use for me. Manson turns and stalks to the stairs.

I stand there, dripping his cum, and never feeling more alone.

At the bottom, Manson turns. “Let’s go, lovebird.” He looks me up and down. “If you tell Riley about this, I’ll kill you. Fuck what she thinks.” Then he turns and walks up the stairs.

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