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A familiar smell.

His family owned an auto garage. I assume that’s where he’s gone back to.

These are all valid questions to ask someone, you know?

It’s not against the law for Corbin and me to get a cup of coffee together. To say hello. To catch up.

What about finger fucking yourself last night and sending a picture of your sticky fingers to Corbin?

“I take it you’ve washed your hands since last night,” Corbin says.

I suck in a breath and nod.

“Too bad,” he says. “Was hoping to have an appetizer before my meal.”

“Corbin…”

His hand moves to my mouth.

He squeezes.

Thumb pressing against the right side of my cheek, digging it against my teeth.

Other fingers pushing at the left side of my cheek.

He presses harder.

Then… harder…

“I’ll never hurt you, darling,” he whispers. “It’s just pain. Not hurt.”

His eyes are devious, devilish and delicious and I can’t help but enjoy as he squeezes my mouth hard enough that I taste blood.

My eyes fill with tears. That’s just instinct. It’s not me wanting to cry.

Corbin eases up his grasp.

His tongue runs across his bottom lip. “I’m back,Katie. I’m not going anywhere. Neither are you. You promised me your undying loyalty, remember that?”

I nod.

“No matter what, darling.” He reaches down for my left hand. “You can keep that ring on your finger. But I’m here to own what’s truly mine. And you’re ready to give what’s mine to me, aren’t you?”

“Of course,” I whisper.

Oh, my body is on fire right now.

“Stick a finger in your mouth,Katie,” he commands. “Touch the inside of your cheek. I want to see.”

I blink fast and do as I’m told.

I stick my left pointer finger into my mouth and touch the inside of my cheek.

When I remove my finger from my mouth there’s spit and a little bit of blood smeared with the spit.

Chills race throughout my body.

Corbin grabbed my mouth so hard, he made me bleed.