9

During my years of struggle against bullies, I learnt to never give them what they want. If I acknowledge their bullying or show them I give a damn about what they did, it’d give them the incentive to push harder. Aiden is darker than the usual bully, but he’s still a bully all the same. Only he doesn’t want those apologies or for me to beg or even the damn phone. He wants my struggle. He wants my helplessness. My weakness. “I’m sorry,” I blurt and try to mean it. He pauses his ministrations for a second, but he doesn’t release my sex. His gaze meets mine and his left eye twitches before he presses his thumb on my clitoris above the cloth. My legs shake and I briefly close my eyes, willing the feeling to go the fuck away. I shouldn’t be affected by whatever this monster is doing. “Why did you say that?” he asks. “You told me to apologise.” “You don’t mean it.” He leans closer and whispers in hot breaths against my ear, his voice amused. “Did you seriously think I’d fall for that, sweet