34: can’t get her out of my head

ALEX

Of all fucking people to have on my mind, it was Scarlett, that meaningless slut.

There was nothing remotely fascinating about her that was worth my time, but I couldn't seem to get her out of my head despite knowing that and it pissed me the hell out.

The last time I’d touched her, just like every other time, it was in a bid to degrade and punish her for being so audacious in a home where she was unwanted. I only did it to prove my words from the first evening we’d met, that she was a good for nothing slut and a worthless gold digger whose disguise I’d seen through.

But to my horror, I seemed to have enjoyed it.

I doubt she’d noticed because the kitchen was pretty dim lit that night, but I was sporting a painfully hard erection by the time I left her. When I’d returned to my room, it’d taken everything in me to convince myself not to go out and fuck her brains out till her holes were filled with my release.

My skin crawled with irritation that I’d thought of her that way, and