Too Big to Fit.
Run!
But my body didn’t listen.
It felt like I was glued to that chair, my eyes fixed on my blurry notebook, while Dean pressed further against me.
Slowly, his hand moved to my stomach, his other hand around the chair moving to my hair.
“Dean…stop,” I muttered.
“Say it.” He said, voice low, “Tell me how much you want me, and that’s why you waited. You want this, you fat slut.”
Something snapped.
Slut.
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