Deflowered

*****Curve Appreciation*****

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of emotional abuse, physical abuse, and toxicity.

"You have no idea what you're doing to me, Dahlia... and I intend to show you, inch by delicious inch."

His hand was still gripping my waist, his fingers digging into the softness of my side the part of me I usually tried to hide. The part I thought men ignored. But he held it like it turned him on. Like my body curvy, plush was made for his hands. He pulled me in, brushing his belt buckle, my thighs pressed against his like they belonged there. I couldn't breathe. I didn't want to breathe.

My mind screamed "this is dangerous" because it was. He was danger dressed in a thousand dollar suit. He was power and violence wrapped in silk words and sharp eyes. And still, my body didn't care. It lit up under his touch.

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