Page 346 of Once Upon a Fable

Meaner.

My body pinning hers down while I did something un-fucking-forgivable.

I was exactly what the guests had been.

Taking her against her will.

Making her helpless and traumatized.

“This can’t be happening,” she moaned, stricken and broken as I continued to ride her without permission.

Her legs flopped wider as I crawled into her body.

She closed her eyes and gave in.

She gave up.

She went lax beneath me and still I rode her like a monster.

No!

Stop it.

STOP IT!

I tripped backward.

I fell with my jeans looped around my ankles, smashing to my ass.

I couldn’t stop trembling. Shaking. Convulsing.

Sweat drenched me.

Nausea climbing up my throat.

No.

That couldn’t—

I didn’t.

FUCK.

But I had.

I remembered.

I remembered it all.

How I’d chased that release like a maniac.

How she’d stopped fighting beneath me.

How I hadn’t stopped—

“Jesus Christ,” I groaned, wiping my mouth with a quaking hand.

“Oh—” Gemma’s voice dragged my gaze to her. “Are you okay?” She reached out to me in surprise. Her face no longer pinched with pain from when I’d hurt her but lax with lust and welcome. “What happened? Did you trip?”