Chapter Six

Lyrical

I turn off the faucet as I step out of the shower, snatching the cotton towel from the rack to wipe my body down. Grabbing my phone, I hit the Pause button on Spotify, silencing the music. When I stroll to the mirror, my heart drops and my sketch is taped to the rectangular mirror. My eyes glaze over Snow's handwriting.

My favorite artwork by you. I can't wait until I have you down on your knees.

As adrenaline spikes my blood, I head straight to my nightstand. I don't see my sketchbook, nor my clit stimulator. I don't care about that since I can buy another one.

My heart hammers in my chest as anxiousness travels down my spine.

No one has ever seen my sketchbook, not even Bailey. It's one of the secrets I want to take to my grave, and the fact Snow got his slimy hands on it irks me. I tried to suppress that kink. I even spoke to an online sex therapist, but he told me it was perfectly normal to have those fantasies as long as it was consensual. That's when I knew I was fucked up in the head, because I don't want it to be consensual. I want Snow to take advantage of me. I hope he doesn't use this as another tool against me.

I snatch my phone from my dresser and send him a message.

Me: Where is my goddamn sketchbook?

Snow: I didn't know you wanted to be owned by me. You want me to fuck your sweet pussy, Lyrics. Is that it? You want me to come on your tits.

I ignore the sweet ache between my legs.

Me: Give me back my sketchbook, Snow. Please.

Snow: You should have told me sooner and I would have taken your virginity a long time ago. How long have you had these fantasies of us?

I've been having these fantasies since I was sixteen years old, but I'm not going to admit that to him.

Me: I need my sketchbook.

Snow: Come get it, Blue.

He sends me devil emojis.

My anger boils. He makes me want to punch him in the face.

Me: I don't have time for your bullshit.

I click on the IG icon and type in his name, trying to figure out his location. He posts everything on his social media. From food to parties to hanging out with his friends. I spot a post from three days ago, a photo of me studying at the library. My face is covered by my hair.

This little shit.

I read the caption.

My new toy. So beautiful, so mine.

The comment section has over eleven thousand responses and the likes are up to five hundred thousand. He knows I don't use social media and I only have a page to show my artwork.

I read some of the comments and a few people ask if I'm going to be the girl he marries.

I scroll through his photos and see pictures of my artwork before the accident, before both our lives were destroyed. I had no idea he was posting pictures of my art. That warms my heart.

I continue to scroll down to another picture of us with his arm around my waist and mine wrapped around his shoulders with the caption, I beat Blue in a round of pool. My forever girl. My heart. It's accompanied with a heart emoji.

Tears wet my eyes because there was a time when we used to be so close. I wanted us to be more than best friends. He gave me my first kiss and he took me to prom because my parents only approved of him taking me. The accident destroyed us—or I destroyed us because I was feeling dizzy while driving and I didn't think anything about it. Your life can change in a split second, and you can't turn back time. Sometimes, I wish I had a time machine to pause and rewrite history. To not break so many hearts. To bring back Bailey and her mother's smile. To bring back Bailey's smile.

I close out of the app.

Snow's message pops up on the screen.

Snow: When you're done lurking on my IG, meet me in 30 mins or I'm going to start posting pictures from your sketchbook on my social media.

How did he know I was lurking on his page? Did I accidentally like a post?

Me: Where?

Snow: In front of the woods near the library.

Me: Okay.

I put my damp hair into a high ponytail, throw on an AC/DC long-sleeve shirt, and a pair of hot pink leggings paired with my Converse, and jog toward the library across campus.

The air in my lungs burns along with my calves. Anticipation and anger eat at me like a disease. The half-crescent moon hangs in the inky sky as I make my way across campus. The wind slaps me across my warm cheeks.

Once I make it behind the library, in front of the woods, I spot Snow wearing the exact same outfit I drew of him where he's chasing me in the woods. My cheeks flush and my skin burns at the sight of him.

He's so fucking hot as he eyes me like a piece of meat, licking his lips.

Is he about to make my fantasy real?

The thought sends a shiver up my spine.

"What the fuck is this shit?" I ask.

He steps toward me, and I step back, hearing a twig snap. My shoes sink into the soft dirt, my nipples harden, and my panties are soaked just at the sight of him.

It finally hits me. He's playing out my dark fantasy, and I'm intrigued and too turned on. This is what I always wanted from him, to turn my fantasies into reality, but I don't want it from him if he's going to use it against me. Right now, I'm on his shit list.

"Whatever game you are playing, I don't want any part of. I don't want you," I snap.

He stomps up to me, grabs my ponytail, and I swallow thickly as he wraps his hand around my throat, feeling my pulse thumping like I downed five Red Bulls.

"You want this as much as I want this. You want me to own you. You want your lips wrapped around my dick as I choke you. You want me to have complete control over you. Using you as my sex doll."

I'm speechless, not able to form words because he's absolutely right. I do want to be owned and controlled by him. Giving up my power so he can use me. It's been that way since I watched a porn footage of it. I can't help but wonder why he is trying to fuck me when he hates my guts.

"Why are you trying to fuck me if you hate me? You blame me for Bailey's death."

He slips his fingers into my mouth, reaching all the way to my throat, and I gag. Choking, saliva drips down my chin. I shove his hard chest, he yanks my ponytail and my scalp burns.

"You're going to have to give up your ass eventually when we're married. I might hate your guts, but it doesn't mean I won't fuck you. I've been wanting to fuck you since I laid eyes on you when I was seventeen. Heard of hate fucking?"

"Why didn't you make a move on me before?"

"I didn't want to destroy our friendship."

His words make my chest cave and a hollow, empty feeling grows in my chest. I have a hard time accepting that we're not as close as we used to be.

His hand strokes the side of my face, making my skin flush. "I'm giving you to the count of five to run."

My eyes narrow. "What's going to happened if you catch me?"

He smirks. "I'm going to do whatever I want to do to you."

My cheeks flame. What exactly does he want to do to me?

His eyes glint like a star. "I'll even give you a head start—five."

I don't know if I should do this. This is wrong—so wrong.

"Four."

My heart is in my throat and I keep my shoes glued to the ground. I shouldn't play this game.

"What if I don't want to play?"

"You have no choice. Three."

I turn around and sprint into the woods, trying to catch my breath, passing tall willow trees. The woods are dark but not dark enough that I can't see. Crickets sing while the ocean hums in the quiet night. I hear Snow walking toward me, so I take off running deeper into the forest and I duck down behind a log. I breathe in through my nose and exhale out of my mouth, trying to control my breathing. Hoping he does find me and fuck me until I'm screaming his name.

I look over, and he's not in sight.

I'm so fucking horny that I can combust.

"Boo," he says with a wicked smile, so I slap him across the face. He places my hand against his dick print and I feel how rock hard he is. My mouth waters at the thought of me having my mouth around it.

"I love it when you fight."

I love it too, but I refrain from saying that.

He shoves me to the ground, straddling me, and I try to push him, but he's too strong for me. This is what I all ways wanted. My panties are wet from his dominance, from the thrill of him doing this to me. I knew I was messed up in the head, craving things normal people don't. My enemy is about to have his way with me, and I hate how much I love it.

He pins me down, pushing my head to the side, and I taste the wet soil from the grass. I cough hard while he yanks my leggings down, shoving two fingers inside of me. I feel every inch of his digits, my core tightening around him.

Moaning, I kick my legs, thrashing as hard as I can, but it's no use.

"Get off me," I scream at the top of my lungs.

"No."

"Please."

His eyes go down to my shaved pussy, licking his lips as if he wants to taste me.

"I imagined what your pussy would look like. Glistening and wet for me."

I groan as he places his finger on my clit and starts circling them, feeling my orgasm build. He removes his fingers and leans down to lick my clit, and I shudder. It feels weird. I've never had anyone go down on me. He continues to lick me and my muscles tense and my clit becomes sensitive. I don't think I can handle it. The feeling is too intense. My core contracts and my toes curl as my orgasm shoots up my spine.

I try to push him off of me, but he doesn't flinch.

"Pl-please, Snow. Stop."

He ignores me, keeps licking as my eyes roll to the back of my head. I watch his eyes and they are void of emotions. My heart beats faster and my orgasm shatters me again, making my core throb.

I've never experienced an orgasm back-to-back.

He gets off of me. Standing up, I yank my pants up, dusting the wet dirt off my clothes. I enjoyed his touch too much, and I hate myself for wanting more from him. This can't happen again, and it won't. He's the first man to give me an orgasm. He might have popped my cherry on that, but I'm not giving him my virginity.

"This will be the last time you get to touch me."

"I doubt that." He smirks, licking his fingers. "You taste divine."

He stands up and unzips his pants, yanking out his dick. I stare at it, studying the veins and the throbbing head. It's thick and long, the biggest dick I have ever seen. Not that I've seen many.

My core aches with need, and I shake my head.

"Be a good girl and suck my dick."

"I'm not putting my mouth on you."

"It's cute that you think you have a choice, Blue."

His words turn me on. I stare at the tip of his dick, watching pre-cum drip.

"I don't want to."

His eyes darken as he strokes himself. "You want it, though you keep denying it, because you hate me at the moment. But once you crawl back into your bed tonight, I guarantee that you'll want to touch yourself to this. Page thirty-five." He winks. "On your knees, Blue."

"Ask Savannah to do it."

"Last warning. On. Your. Knees."

He ignores my reply. He said he was going to fuck her while we're married, so I don't know why I should care if he wants her or not.

Slowly, I drop to my knees, and he wastes no time sliding his huge-ass dick between my lips, but I keep my mouth clenched, and he yanks my ponytail hard, causing tears to well in my eyes.

My pulse beats frantically and excitement rushes through my body. He has a devilish smile on his face, like he won a prize.

"I said open."

My panties become so fucking wet from his words. I open my mouth wide, and I use my tongue to lick the head. I've never given head before, so I don't know what to do. I just keep licking.

He slides deeper into my mouth, causing me to gag and choke, but he doesn't let up. He doesn't give me time to breathe, so I breathe through my nose. His dick hits the back of my throat as he shoves forward and tears sting my eyes.

He slips out of my mouth, then shoves back inside, fucking my throat, using it as a fleshlight. My jaw aches and my knees hurt from being on the ground for too long.

I feel the vomit rising in my throat, but hopefully I can keep it down.

"That's it. You like that I fuck your mouth. You like that I use you to come."

Several moments later, I taste a salty flavor. Is that his cum? I feel the head throbbing in my mouth. He throws his head back as he continues to come inside of my mouth, and there's a lot of it. Some of his cum drips down my chin.

"Swallow, Blue."

I stand up and spit his cum onto the ground, and he chuckles. He keeps his hands in my hair with his mouth inches from mine.

"Next time I tell you to swallow and you don't, I'll turn your ass cheeks black and blue."

My throat burns as I swallow thickly. "Fuck you, Snow."

"Don't worry, baby. You're going to get your chance soon."

"Where is my sketchbook? You promised."

He tucks his hands in his pockets. "I didn't promise you anything."

"You asshole! Give it back."

He stares at my mouth, licking his lips. "No." He strokes his knuckles across my cheeks. "Go home, Blue."