Complete Undoing

SEVENTEEN

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TILLY

It feels like minutes went by as I slowly gathered myself.

My fingers tremble to put my bra back in place, and the nub between my legs is sensitive, sore, and wet. I'm hot all over. My body temperature doesn't seem to realize that our little whatever that was is now over.

Lexington looks like he didn't just bring me to bliss as he slowly takes a drag from his cigarette, all while watching me.

I tug the torn shirt tighter around me, hiding my breasts or trying to.

Noticing my struggle, he flicks the white stick to the ground before he pulls at the back of his shirt and lifts it over his head. Subtly pushing my hands away from the ripped shirt and taking it the rest of the way off and sliding his over me.

"I got to say Tiny, I like ripping your clothes."

"I see."

"Now you know that I like to tear and rip your clothes off. Saves us both the time to get what we want."

"I highly doubt that." I snort with an eye roll.

"Say what you will, Tiny. we both know you like my methods." His voice lowering.

My stomach tightens at the change in his tone.

I stare at him from beneath my lashes as he continues to stare at me like he didn't just make me cum.

It's hard to read his expression. He's probably the most psychotic man to walk this earth, and still I find myself thinking, wondering what's going on in his head.

He's for sure not thinking about the consequences of his actions. He lacks emotion clearly. He's content with it, and that's terrifying.

He owns it. The lack of control, especially tonight. Like almost killing people and stalking me as if I'm next.

I've researched things that involve antisocial personality disorder after I've read a few pamphlets in the waiting room at my therapist office.

Lexington Ledger checks out all the boxes.

I doubt I'll ever be more than just a chase for him. In my research, it says that people with APD get bored easily, and I want Lexington Ledger to be bored with me and move on to the next poor unfortunate soul.

If not.. I'm screwed.

"What's going on in that tiny Tilly brain of yours?" His dark voice surrounds me, snapping me from my thoughts as he hooks his fingers under the hem of his shirt that I'm wearing.

I realize that for someone who hates physical touch, he's always touching me in some way.

"Just thinking of ways for you to be done with me." I answer honestly.

His fingers stroke the skin of my stomach, in a soft circular motion as he hums, "Have you come up with some then?"

"Not at the moment." I rasp as he pulls me by my top, and I crash against his chest with a small yelp. He lifts his other hand and tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.

"Why do you want to get rid of me so bad pequeña víbora?"

I scoff, "because you're all the things I need and should stay away from. We don't click as people, and I want that. Someone who clicks with me."

"We don't click?"

I shake my head, "No Lexington. You're not who I'd want."

He pauses his fingers on my stomach for a moment, only to return to stroking it like he didn't stop. "Who do you want?"