Vivienne

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✧ Vivienne ✧

"Oh fuck," I moan into my sheets, my legs are bent as they press against the mattress. I snake a hand toward my neck gently squeezing as my fingers rub at my clit. I tweak at my hard nipples mewling against the duvet.

I'm so close but I just can't get there.

I flip onto my stomach and bend my knees so my back arches and my ass is thrown up in the air. I picture him behind me stroking my pussy, calling me a brat. A finger sinks into my wet hole as my palm nudges at my clit.

"Ah oh shit," I whine, my cheek pressed against my mattress. I picture that it's his fingers slapping my pussy instead of mine as he calls me a little slut.

"Fuck!" I moan as a familiar tightness creeps into my abdomen. The thought of him overpowering me pushes me over the edge causing me to cry out. My legs shudder and eventually give out.

I lay still for a second. My mind sobered up, forcing me to face what had just happened. I've never pictured anyone while masturbating, and I certainly never pictured anyone I can't stand.

His presence unnerves me. He's like a peddle thrown into smooth running gears. My mind keeps repeating the things he said at the book shop today. I think you need someone to keep you on a tight leash. It should have disgusted me but it did the opposite. It made my stomach flutter. Dear down I wanted that attention.

My mind reels back to my childhood. I remember many of the children at the orphanage getting adopted, getting chosen to be a part of a family.

For the first few years, I would get picked, I was only four or five, but something would always happen that would get me sent back a day or two later. I would get angry way too quick, or my temper would spike and cause me to lash out.

There's something wrong with her.

She's impossible to form a connection with.

She's not normal.

My temper had always been short from a young age. The orphanage caretakers would scold me, punish me, and deliberately ignore me. As a result, I would cry. I was only a child, after all, all I wanted was attention, and everyone around me made sure I never got any. As I grew older, I got sent to less and less homes, my temper got worse and worse, and my punishments grew crueller and crueller.

I shut my eyes. I refuse to think about that.

Eventually, I get up and head to the bathroom with the intention of cleaning myself from my previous activity. As the warm water hit my back, my mind grows clear and I know one thing is for certain.

I have to stay away from Romeo Torelli.

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It's Friday night, which means the clubs and bars in this town are going full throttle. College kids are flooding the streets, laughter being heard from every corner, the loud music making it impossible for anyone to fall asleep.

I'm ready and dressed to perfection. A white satin dress with thin straps drapes over my body failing to hide any of my curves or my long legs. My nails appear to be pearly white while my lips are a blushing pink. I look at the mirror once more making sure I look perfect.

I grab my purse and rub Pluto's little head goodbye. After sending him a kiss, I lock the door and head out.

Deciding it's too dangerous to walk, I take my car. I don't have any money, but after looking at my reflection in the rearview mirror, I'm not gonna need it.