The Prince's Rebound
She felt his hands on her breasts, his tongue in her neck and him still inside in her, filling her up so much that she felt she would burst.
Her voice turned hoarse as he increased his pace. It hurt, it hurt so much. Like sandpaper being dragged across her skin. Her eyes flew to the ceiling as more tears fell. Nine had always hated herself, for who she was, what she was, but she hadn't hated herself more than she did now.
She hated herself for being weak. For putting herself into this mess.
For being Nine.
His head went to her neck now, sniffing again as he went faster now, mumbling something incoherently under his breath while her whole body felt numb. Everything and everywhere hurt.
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