With that, Jeremiah ripped open my clothes with his bare hands.
A chill spread across my chest as I reached out to push him away. "What are you doing?!"
Jeremiah sneered, "What am I doing? I’m doing exactly what you’ve always wanted me to do."
As I struggled beneath him, he scoffed, "You messaged my mom to complain again, didn’t you? Just so you could hurry up and become Mrs. Ross? And now you’re pretending to be some chaste little angel, who are you trying to fool?"
I froze.
I had never sent anything to his mother.
Jeremiah took advantage of my stillness, pinned my hands above my head, and trailed harsh kisses down my neck.
I couldn’t break free, and tears began to fall uncontrollably.
When Jeremiah felt the wetness, he instantly lost interest.
He got up, grabbed his clothes from the floor, and sneered coldly, "What an act, playing innocent when you’ve already been fucked by who knows how many men."
I pulled the blanket tighter around me and shut out his words completely.
Jeremiah cast me a glare filled with disgust.
"Remember to go to the police station tomorrow and turn yourself in. Don’t make me drag you there..."
Before he could finish, his phone rang. It was Margaret.