For as long as Suzette could remember, she had been in love with Dillon. Nine years had passed since she first noticed him in high school. His laugh, his kindness, and his unwavering determination made her heart flutter. But Dillon had always been out of reach, perpetually surrounded by a whirlwind of friends and admirers.
As the years rolled on, Suzette unspoken feelings grew heavier. She watched from the sidelines as Dillon navigated through relationships and adventures, never once looking her way. Realizing she had spent almost a decade pining for someone she could never have, Suzette decided it was time to move on.
One Friday night, fueled by a mix of sadness and resolve, Suzette went out with friends. The bar was crowded, the music loud, and the drinks stronger than she expected. She met a charming stranger whose name she couldn't quite remember. Desperate to break free from the chains of her unreciprocated love, she made a bold decision. That night, she gave her virginity to a stranger, hoping it would help her let go of Dillon once and for all.
When Suzette woke up the next morning, her head pounded, and the room felt unfamiliar. She turned to her side, expecting to see the stranger from the night before. Instead, she found herself staring into the face of Dillon, who was still asleep beside her.
Her heart raced, a thousand questions flooding her mind. How could this have happened? She had been certain she went to bed with someone else.
She was the undesired outcast, who stood out, yet simultaneously blended effortlessly into the background. I could see the panic in her glassy brown eyes as she prayed her way through the crowded hallways. She'd tightly clutch that cross around her neck, full lips whispering, asking her God to spare her from their scornful glares, hateful comments, and the occasional rough-up.
Silly girl. Did she not know that he was not listening and he would never save her? Like Jesus, she was the sacrificial lamb.
The anxiety-riddled girl would burst through the doors of the school's library with her chest heaving, heart racing, and sweat dripping from her temples. I'd watch her from the shadows as she stored her items behind the check-out counter, preparing for her free period she spent assisting the school librarian.
I clenched my teeth, watching her wheel a cart of books throughout the aisles as she cheerfully hummed her Sunday hymnals. She wore a green and blue pinafore dress that fell mid-calf on her shapely body. She attempted to hide that body from me with oversized clothes, but you could never outfox a fox.
They spoke pure blasphemy when they labeled her undesirable because I desired Jezebel Holmes in the worst way. Those opaque white stockings our classmates teased her for wearing did nothing but spur countless hours of fantasies. I'd dream about ripping her tights apart, right at her center, revealing her virginal cotton white panties covering her untouched paradise. I'd yank them to the side and taste her fear in her cum. Her stockings would find themselves strangling her neck while I fucked a believer out of her. I would be the one she'd pray to absolve her of her sins. I would be the one she would seek protection from. I would be her guiding light. I would be her God.
#1 in Dark Romance
#1 in Tainted Love
#1 in Preacher's Daughter
1st Place in General Category - Hearts Award