Crank (Crank 1)

I’ve waited for weeks.

Put up and shut up.

Kisses segued to bites. Bruises.

Pain rippled through my body.

“Brendan, please stop.”

No. You promised,

you damn little tease.

Off came my shorts. Down went

his zipper. I realized I was in

serious trouble. “I’ll scream.”

Go ahead. No one can hear

but skunks and coyotes.

Still, as I opened my mouth, his

hand slapped down over it. Those

muscles hardened.

Just relax.

You’ll love it.

My brand-new Victoria’s Secrets

shredded, and I felt the worst of

Brendan

pause, savoring my terror.

They all love it.

Had he done it a different way, I

might have responded with excitement.

Instead, I froze as he pushed inside.

There it is.

Oh God. There it goes.

It went, all right, with an audible

tear. Pain mushroomed into agony

and all I could do was go stiff.