For good reason.
Levi. Hunter. But no one more important than myself.
Dad won’t win.
Dadcan’twin.
My fingers uncurl from the plastic.
I stand, reaching for my shampoo bottle instead. Suddenly, the shower has lost all my interest, so the quicker I finish washing, the quicker I can escape the thoughts that nearly destroyed me.
As I finish rinsing my hair, a cool burst of air seeps from behind the curtain at the same time a large hand spans my back and shoves me into the tile. The chill is immediately filled by the body pressing into me.
He found me.
But he won’t win.
I claw, shoving my palms into the tile to push away, but he forces me back and kicks my legs apart. My hair is yanked backwards, and a low, crooning voice whispers into my ear, sending both my heart skyrocketing and slowing.
“Fight all you want, but you’re not going anywhere.”
My gamer.Hunter…Levi.
His wet jeans plaster to my ass as he presses against me. My face is pushed into the tile, and although this isn’t a real attack, I tell myself it is to see how far he’ll go.
Any doubt over Levi and the kiss from earlier is sucked down the drain by the blistering need to seethispart of our trip through to the end.
I push and kick him and try to turn, only to have my arms yanked behind my back. I fight as if this is real.
“Fuck, I’ve missed you, Sunshine.”
Although I’ve missed him too, I don’t stop fighting, managing to dislodge my hands, then duck around him. He blocks me, an arm banding my waist before he spins me around.
“You fight so prettily. Too bad it’s false.”
Maybe, because I don’t actually want to hurt him.
He manages to keep me against the wall while the clink of his belt chimes louder than the water. Although, it’s a sound I’ve heard many times with him over this week, it’s another belt I’m reminded of.
Another time.
Another man.
Hunter’s hands band my waist, reminding me it’s all in my head.
It’s false. Trickery.
The head of his cock broaches my core. He yanks my arms above head, ending any escape attempts. My back arches, nipples rubbing into the tile and begging to be touched, bitten.
He sinks inside me an inch.
Dad never made it this far, but the burst of fear—of the past day since Levi admitted what’s happening—hits so fucking hard, it’s a tropical storm ripping through everything good in my week. Everything that he’s helped heal.
It’s Levi’s grip…but it’s not.
Not anymore.
“Lunar. Lunar, lunar, lunar.”