Page 236 of The Hatesick Diaries (St. Mary's Rebels 5)

His eyes jump up to mine. “You don’t need to worry about what guys like.”

“I —”

His hand on my thigh flexes. “No.Mine, remember?”

I swallow at his possessive tone. “D-do you like it?”

He goes back to looking at my pussy, his thumb circling over my hole. “Yeah.” Then, “Which means it’s not a good thing for you.”

I know.

Because it will hurt.

But I’m not going to be a crybaby. Even if I want to. So, so badly.

BecauseI’veasked him to do this.

So I say, “I won’t cry.”

Still circling my hole, he looks up again. “You will.”

I will. I know.

“I won’t bleed.”

His jaw clenches. “That’ll happen too.”

I know that too.

Because it’s not as if it’s in my hands. It’s not in his either.

But it’s okay. It’s okay.

I will survive.

“Do you have a condom?”

His eyes are burning. “Yeah.”

I lick my lips. “Will you wear it?”

He licks his lips too. “You want me to wear it?”

I nod. “Y-yes. I’m not… I’m not on the pill, remember?”

For several seconds, he circles and circles his thumb around my hole. While staring and staring at me. As if casting a spell or something. Rubbing my pussy to make magic.

And he does make magic.

Because the more he circles my hole, the harder he stares at me, the more restless I get.

The more I leak.

And throb.

Oh yeah, I’m throbbing. In all of this, I forgot about the throbbing. The pulsing.

The clenching of not only my hole but also my clit.