Credence

Last chance,” he says softly, rubbing his cock through his pants. “You should leave.”

This is what women do, though, isn’t it? Look for meaning in the tiniest details to mean more than they do.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

The room is dark, the storm still rocking against my windows, and I hear the drops pummel the deck outside my room.

I hold there, frozen and waiting for the burn in my eyes to come. The sting of tears.

Pretty little cunt.

But then Kaleb quirks a smile, and I’m not sure why, but it pisses Jake off more, and he jerks his head, ordering his son out.