All Chapters of BULLY ROOMATE: Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

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Josie

Hope slowly disappeared as the minutes turned to hours. Never in a million years did I think I’d be in a situation like this, but who does, really? The girls across from me didn’t, or the other girls he had chained to some dingy basement elsewhere.My wrists began to burn from the cuffs of the chains, and my shoulders cried out in agony from their position. I didn’t feel like someone that needed to complain considering the shape of the girls across from me. So, I kept my mouth shut, and listened for any activity outside of the room.“Do you think he’ll call the police?” Melody asked.Rain pelted against the roof suddenly, causing my nerves to grow, and my heart rate to spike. “I’m not sure,” I said softly. “If he catches wind of the cops he’ll—I don’t know what he’ll do.”Melody sniffled. “Do you love him?”I smiled despite the feeling of dread in my stomach. “Who Maverick?” I asked. “I do.”Melody shifted, the heavy chains rattled when she moved. “I’ve never been in love,” she whispe

Maverick

BULLY ROOMATE/Brittany Carter

The dingy gas station stood attached to an abandoned garage and sat back from the main road meant for truckers at one point in time. After stopping by a drive-thru, India raced down the swirly road out of town toward a forgotten about and hidden garage. I kept my distance so she didn’t get suspicious and parked on the side of the road by the driveway.I only had seconds before she’d be inside, so I hauled ass toward her. A million different scenarios played out in my head, none of them ended well, but I had to try.She heard the crunch of the rocks beneath my shoes, turned and I sideswiped her. I’d never hit a woman in my life, but this cunt needed more than a tackle.“Oh my God!” she squeaked, but stopped when she realized who hit her. Her eyes rounded, and her lips opened in a surprised look.Keeping her beneath me, I entrapped her wrist above her head and noticed her struggle to get a stun gun from her purse scattered beside us. Perfect, now I have some leverage.I snatched it and

Epilogue - Josie

BULLY ROOMATE/Brittany Carter

His fingers slid against the inside of my thigh, beneath my flimsy black thigh-length skirt and up to the lacy panties, I wore just for him. It’d been four years of this and it still felt like the first time he touched me in the hallway of our old apartment.The warmth of his breath tickled my neck but it felt too good to care. Everything about his rough hands and hardened body pressed against my back taunted me. I leaned forward, catching myself against the doorjamb, leaning my neck to the left for better access.Maverick chuckled darkly into my ear, his left hand rested against mine, his wedding ring shining in the lighting of our bathroom. “Someone didn’t get enough last night,” he whispered.I closed my eyes, knowing I’d never get enough of Maverick Booker, not in one year or forever. My body responded so effortlessly to his touch.After years of looking over our shoulders, and graduating, Maverick drafted into the Kansas City Chiefs and we moved to Missouri. It took a lot to agre

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