A Suspicion

[Tabitha’s POV]

“Fuck!” I hiss as Atticus continues to fuck me from behind. “That’s enough!”

This was the fourth or fifth time that he had attacked me, and no matter the number of times he came, it seemed to not be enough.

“I have…FUCK!” I moan as a strong orgasm hits me. “I have to go meet Bonnie!”

“Is that what she wanted?” He husks, close to my ear.

“Yeah.”

Taking advantage of his distraction, I scurry from beneath him and then flop onto the floor. As I hit, Atticus pops his head over the side of the bed and gives me a look of frustration.

“Where are you going?” He snaps, beginning to move. “We aren’t…”

“We are,” I counter, jumping up and immediately regretting it as pain shoots through me. “I’m worried about Bonnie.”

She usually didn’t call me out of the blue, and something about the way her voice sounded didn’t seem right. I couldn’t quite explain it, but I had a gut feeling that there was more to our meeting than she said.

“More worried about her than me?” Atticus pouts, causing