Description
A reverse button has been pressed - at what place are we now paused at in Francesca and Ethan's journey? Four months have passed, what happened since that evening in January? Did she get the help she so desperately needed? Did he keep up his end of the bargain? Only time will tell. Mature content throughout: PTSD, Strong Language and Sexual themes - Smut, Drugs and Alcohol. - - - ~ ≫ ──── ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ──── ≪ ~ "You're such a desperate whore, aren't you, huh?" He asks, and I nod, screwing my eyes closed, his words making the knot in my belly tighten further. "Then you're going to wait." "What-" I'm opening my eyes, seeing his hand reach for his belt. In a blink of an eye, he's ripping it out of the hoops, and he's grabbing my wrists, restraining them. "This okay?" He checks, his guard lowering, and I nod, biting on my lower lip. "Use your words, baby." "Yeah, it's okay." I say breathlessly.
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