Chapter 83- it had stopped being hers.

Her legs were up before she knew it, carrying her to the exit. No explanation. No apologies. Elvie felt his grave steps thumping in her hollow chest as he followed her out. It was raining outside—the kind of dirty, humid rain to break the pulses of summer heat. It reminded her of the day they’d met at the university, of the carnal desperation that ate at her back then, and of the fact that she was still alone.

Elvie felt his hand on my shoulder as he swivelled her around sharply. He jerked her into his arms.

I didn’t want him to let go.

I didn’t want him to keep me there, either. She thought.

“I wish I’d never met you.” My fists pounded his chest, and he took it. Maybe because he knew he deserved it. His mouth pressed against my cheek felt like a rusty, hot blade. The world felt like it was ending, even though I knew it couldn’t be.

The vane of his breath sliced through my ear. “I wish that, too.”

That night, the sex was different.

Slow, intense, and angry. Every thrust was a punishme