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TRAPPED WITH THE STRANGER WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIN 71.
~SCARLETT.My feet were glued to the fucking soil. I couldn’t take my eyes off the tall grass, swaying like it was mocking how completely terrified I’d become. My chest heaved, and every pulse thudded so loudly I could swear Liam could hear it.Judging by the low, humorless laugh he exhaled against my neck… he could.“What’s the matter, doll?” he hissed. “All that fire you had earlier… gone now. Shaking like some frightened little leaf. Where’d your bravado disappear to?”Before I could even blink, his teeth clamped onto the shell of my ear, and a strangled, humiliating muffled gasp left me as an unwelcome shiver crawled straight to my core, forcing my lady bits to tingle despite myself.And of course he felt it.Of course he did.The bastard didn’t even need to speak; I felt the curl of his smirk in the way his lips hovered against my skin.No.Abso-fucking-lutely not.That tiny, shameful shiver was all it took to snap me back.Bucking hard, I twisted against him, kicking at the gra
TRAPPED WITH THE STRANGER WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIN 70.
~SCARLETT.You know that moment when you’re finally trying to do the right thing and then the devil in your head just laughs and shoves you straight off the cliff?Yeah.That’s me now, cold all the way through, staring at the message for the millionth time hoping the letters might shift into something less fucking audacious.When it obviously didn’t, a cocktail of emotions came crashing hard into me. Anger came first, because from the nickname alone, and the possessive edge in the text, I knew damn well who had sent it.Then came the ugly realization that if he could text me on a number he should never have… then Liam wasn’t far. He was here. Tracking me. Watching me this very second.And I don’t even need to scan the room to confirm it. He’d never put himself anywhere obvious.For how long had he been watching?Minutes? Hours?Long enough, apparently, because the first line of his text made it painfully clear he’d seen everything.And then, like the absolute slut she was, my pussy
TRAPPED WITH THE STRANGER WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIN 69.
~SCARLETT.“Where exactly did you say we were going again?” I asked as I turned to face Lucas behind the wheel.One moment I was sitting stiffly at his family’s barbecue; the next he was ushering me out with some rushed explanation to Elaine. I hadn’t absorbed a single word. My head was still stuffed full with everything that happened over there. We were back in the city now, driving as dusk fell and the lights from the buildings went by.“It’s a surprise,” Lucas tapped nervously on the steering wheel. “Just… trust me, okay? I could tell you were uncomfortable back there. Honestly, so was I. I warned you my family can be… a lot. So I wanted to show you something else.”I only managed a soft, exhausted hum. Still, the one question in my head wouldn’t stop bugging me.“Lucas,” I said quietly, staring out at the buildings passing by. Why did you lie to your mom… about me teaching kids dance?”I felt him tense up immediately, and the car went so quiet I heard him swallow, hard, before he
TRAPPED WITH THE STRANGER WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIN 68.
~SCARLETT.My son—the one I’d abandoned—has a knife at my throat. That single fact beat louder than my pulse, louder than the laughter drifting in from the backyard where everyone had been arguing minutes ago.He and I stared each other down: me half‑kneeling, dress trapped beneath his knees; him standing far too still, far too fierce for a three‑year‑old. A box‑cutter blade hovered in the soft hollow where my heartbeat fluttered.“Caleb,” I whispered, palms up in surrender. “Please put that down, sweetheart.”He didn’t so much as flinch. A gull screeched over the lake; floorboards creaked in the hall; Sylvia’s gravel laugh carried faintly—proof people were near, clueless.“Don’t scream,” he warned. “I cut if you scream.”“Okay.” I breathed. “No screaming.”Head tipped, he said, “You keep watching us. First outside our house, then at the barbecue with Lucas.”I fought for calm. “I’m not here to hurt anyone.”“Lucas never brings girls. Now he brings the weird lady with red hair.”Guilt
TRAPPED WITH THE STRANGER WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIN 67.
~SCARLETT. The air thinned. No… no, no, no. This wasn’t happening. It couldn’t be. My lungs seized. My heart stuttered, then collapsed into a frantic, gasping rhythm. The edges of the world blurred: colors bleeding together, sounds stretching and snapping like elastic. The ground felt miles below me. This isn’t real. My chest strained for air, but each inhale was like dragging breath through cloth. My eyes fluttered, refusing to land on anything. The backyard, the crowd, all of it smeared into chaos. A nightmare. Or worse… a punishment I hadn’t earned, but couldn’t escape. And then came the voices. Too many. Too close. Too loud. Too fast. “Red?” Lucas. Closer now. Gentle. A hand brushed my arm. “Hey… hey, are you okay?” My mind was blank. Words wouldn't come. “Is she alright?” someone asked behind him. “What’s wrong with her?” “Lucas, what’s going on?” “I don’t know!” he snapped, panic rising in his tone. I forced a single word out, barely audibl
TRAPPED WITH THE STRANGER WHO TAUGHT ME HOW TO SIN 66.
~SCARLETT. God is a woman. No seriously, that’s the only explanation. Because after the hellstorm that was yesterday—the punch, the rage, the ball-clutching silence—I woke up this morning feeling like I could conquer the damn world. I don’t know what it was. Maybe it was the sight of him limping out of my house, clutching himself like I’d just ended his bloodline and erased his family tree. Maybe it was the rare thrill of seeing him take it without barking back: no shouting, no rage. Just... pain. Silent. Stunned. Deserved. He left without a word. And somehow, that silence was louder than anything he could’ve said. For once, I had the power. And God, I liked it. So when I woke up still high on that delicious, smug afterglow, “God is a woman by ARIANA GRANDE” started playing in my head, and I didn’t question a thing. I just let it soundtrack my morning. An hour later, I was suspended halfway up my pole, upside down in nothing but a black thong and six-inch heel
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