Overview

Content Warning: smutty sequel with reluctant consent, bully top (anal/rimming/snowballing), and toxic/bullying relationship dynamics.

My new bully boyfriend wants to top me, and he won’t take no for an answer.

This is a bonus short story, and can be read as a standalone for the joy of smut, to my longer piece: Bully Brojob

I can’t believe I’m stuck on a camping trip with the man I hate most in the entire world.

Zane is my childhood bully—handsome, strong, good at sports, and a total playboy; he’s everything I’m not.

When he chases me through the forest, threatening me, only to pin me down and ask if I’m sure I’m straight, suddenly my whole world goes topsy turvy.

Because his tall, muscular body, musky-warm scent, and piercing green eyes are making me feel all sorts of weird, even though I’m not gay.

(And as far as I know, neither is he!)

He wants me to test it. He wants me to kiss him. But I can’t really do that, right?

I can’t mess around with my enemy.

I can’t give into Zane’s deviously good looks and wickedly persuasive tongue.

Or can I?