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After the service, the rain fell in sheets. The reception was at the old house. Nora moved like a ghost through the crowd, accepting hugs, pouring tea, smiling the smile of the dead inside.

He took her that night on the cold concrete floor. Not soft. Not gentle. He pinned her wrists above her head and made her feel every second of his possession. She fought him until she didn’t. She cursed him until she moaned his name. Free Sex Stories Hardcore

They’d been rivals for seven years. Judges, critics, fans—everyone pitted them against each other. But no one knew that at eighteen, they’d been students together in a cramped practice room in Vienna. No one knew that he’d been the first person to ever make her cry—not from cruelty, but because he’d listened to her play the Elgar Cello Concerto and whispered, “You’re not playing the pain. You’re hiding it. Play it raw.” After the service, the rain fell in sheets

“You got a light?” she asked. Stupid. She didn’t smoke. He took her that night on the cold concrete floor

He turned her face to his. His eyes were soft for the first time all night. “It was never a lie, Mira. The rivalry was just the only way I could touch you without breaking.”

“Neither did you.”

“You’re a monster.”