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does he think he is? His not my Brother or boyfriend, I don’t know what he is right now.
    “Screw you, Finlay. Don’t tell me what to do. I’m not Gaby.”
    He jumps out of bed, the covers falling from him. He’s completely naked. He pulls me by the arms and tosses me onto the bed like I weigh nothing.
    It’s not so much aggressive as showing his dominance.
    His warm, hard body covers mine like a blanket.
    He grips my wrists and holds my arms above my head with one hand, and unbuttons my jeans with the other, pushing his hand inside my panties.
    He doesn’t do anything else, just keeps his hand there, cupping me.
    His eyes assess mine and I know he’s reading pure lust. His naked body emanates so much heat I break out in a mist of sweat.
    “I don’t share with my friends.”
    My breath hitches and heavy pants make my chest rise and fall, brushing against his with every intake of air.
    I want to punch him in the dick for his comment but my vagina is enjoying having his touch to much to react. Slut.
    In this moment I should be scared of the way he’s holding me.
    Finlay being so forceful should send me screaming but it doesn’t.
    Everyone treated me like glass back home. James wouldn’t touch me after the attack, and distance became everyone else’s go-to response.
    I lost a part of myself the day of the attack, and in the days and weeks that followed, I lost everyone else.
    Finlay being this way with me makes me feel protected and turned on more than it should, even if I’m confused by his actions.
    He lowers himself on to me further, his lips hovering at my neck, his arousal evident as it pushes against my thigh, making me throb where his hand still lies.
    “I can feel you want me, Antonia. You’re coating my hand in your desire. So wet, so sweet. Just ask and I’ll give you what you need,” he whispers, his hot breath dispersing over my neck and sending chills racing through my veins. I’m going to combust into a horny ball of mush if he doesn’t do something to calm the raging ache building inside me soon. I can’t bear it. I want to rip my clothes off, attach myself to him and never leave this room.
    You’re going to beg him like a wanton hussy.
    I am. I’m just about to beg him to touch me when my phone buzzes on the bed next to us. He removes his hand from my panties and I whimper at the loss. He lifts himself away from me and I want to growl at him to come back.
    “Decide, Antonia. Tell him to back off.”
    He leaves me, panting, staring at the bathroom door that closes behind his naked ass; a very full, toned naked ass that I want to bite. Sucking in air to my lungs I pull myself together and pick up my cell to read the message. It’s not even from Brad, it’s from Mom.
    Hey, sweetie. Gaby says you’re sleeping so call Daddy when you wake up to discuss the apartment. He’s not happy it’s taking so long.
    Love you, sweetheart
    Mom x
    I’m grateful for my mom’s distraction and I know it would have taken her at least ten minutes and two hands to type that text out on her phone. Mom has always been technology challenged, and just plain challenged since everything that happened. She struggles to cope and I know the strain on my parents’ marriage has taken its toll, but if I worry too much about them I’ll never be able to breathe.
    My eyes flick back to the bathroom door when I hear the shower turn on. Finlay Hayes holds a power over me, turning me into a horny, whimpering mess at his will. I need some distance from him.
    No, you don’t. You need to go slither all up on his wet, hard body.
    I curse my inner slut for wanting to do just that, but instead I go for the coffee I’ve been craving, and to make the phone call to Daddy.

    The line dials out and after three rings, he answers.
    “Hey, Daddy.”
    “Hey, sweetheart. How’s things at Gaby’s?”
    “Fine. She’s great. We’re enjoying living together.”
    “That’s good, sweetheart. I’ve spoken to the contractors about the