“I’m not a whore,” I whisper when he releases my lip, and he chuckles.
“Please. You’re just like your mother. She destroyed my entire family, and didn’t give a single fuck over what she did. As payback for her sins, I’m going to destroy you. The only thing she has left in her sorry ass life that she cares about.” He slides his hand down my side, curling it around so he can grip my ass as he hauls me to him. “Soon you’ll become so addicted to me, no one else can have you. You’ll crave everything only I can give you, and when it’s over, when I eventually deny you this…” He thrusts against me again, and I can feel his erection straining beneath the front of his jeans. He’s huge. Throbbing. “I’ll know I’ve broken you completely, and only then can you have your stupid journal back. I’ll have discovered all of your secrets anyway, so it won’t even matter anymore.”
He springs away from me, taking a few steps back, leaving me a shaky mess pressed against the fence.
“I hate you,” I tell him with all the sincerity I can muster, because it’s true.
I hate him more than any other human being on this planet. He’s awful.
Terrible.
“I know.” He chuckles. “You really hated me last night. When my dick was in your mouth and you were moaning. Or when I came all over your tits.”
“You’re disgusting.” I spit the words like bullets.
“Right, especially when I tongue-fucked you. What a sick twisted asshole I am, right? When you were coming all over my face?” He rubs his chin. Licks his lips. As if he’s savoring the memory. “Twice, I believe? Next time, we should try for three.”
Three? God, I couldn’t be so lucky.
“Do we have an agreement? Or do I need to get started on all those copies I’ll have to make.” He rubs his hands together in relish, as if he can’t wait to put my entire journal on blast, for all of Lancaster Prep to read.
“Yes,” I whisper, the sound raspy. My throat hurts. My entire body aches. I don’t have a choice.
I have to agree.
Pleased, he approaches me once more, cupping my chin as he likes to do, and drops a single kiss on my upturned lips. “You’re such a good girl,” he practically croons, his mouth brushing against mine as he speaks. “So agreeable when you want to be. Always defiant though, when you feel cornered.”
My heart flutters at his compliment and I close my eyes, telling myself I can’t fall into this trap. I can’t let another boy try to control me. This situation is different than the others, right? I’m stronger now. I can take this.
I can take him.
“I like it when you put up a fight,” he continues, his mouth settling on mine once more. As if he can’t resist. I open to him, his tongue sneaking in, licking mine. He reaches for my hair, tugging on one of the braids, so hard I break away from him with a muttered, “Ow.”
He backs away from me, that evil smile on his face. “I’ll be in touch.”
I don’t say anything as he walks away. I watch him retreat, until he turns the corner and he’s back on the main drag. Only then do I sag, ducking my head, staring at my feet, counting my heartbeats, scared my heart might pop out of my chest.
What did I just do?
Fifteen
Whit
I haven’t contacted Summer Savage in four days. Not since the night when I had her pressed against the fence, a vulnerable, shaking little thing. Staring up at me with those big brown eyes, my hand clamped over her mouth, her body softening for me. I could’ve fucked her there, and she would’ve let me. She probably would’ve begged for more. I neglect her on purpose. Testing her. Testing myself. The all-consuming need that fills me just looking at her is too much, and I must learn how to gain control of my urges.
She brings them all out. Every single dark thing that lives inside me bubbles to the surface when I’m with her. I want to hurt her. I want to soothe her. I want to taste her. I want to be inside of her.
I want to consume her. Make her mine and no one else’s. Primal, unfamiliar urges course through me, heating my blood, making my heart roar.
It’s hard for me to understand. Harder for me to ignore. But I’ve endured worse. I can withstand this…whatever it is we have. I can’t let her see what she does to me.
I must have the upper hand. Always.
Instead of contacting her right away like I want, I do my best to ignore her in the two classes we share, my gaze skimming right past her as if she’s not even there. I can feel her angry glare every time I enter the room. Can sense her presence immediately. Smell her scent. I’m like an animal, desperate to mate with the only female who sets me on fire, yet I refuse to touch her.
It’s a test in control. I will myself to remain indifferent when it comes to her. I’m proving something. To myself.
And to her.
I immediately called off the sheep, telling them the ostracization of Summer Savage is over. They’re disappointed, but they do what I say. She’s not necessarily accepted around campus, but she’s no longer shunned anymore either. I halfway expected a thank you from her, for allowing her room to breathe once more, but of course, she says nothing to me. She ignores me right back.
It’s maddening. She’s maddening.
Elliot, on the other hand? He tried his damnedest to talk to me that Saturday afternoon, eager to explain why he did what he did, stumbling over his words, a babbling idiot full of excuses and apologies, his face bearing as much damage as mine.
There was no explanation necessary. I understood why he ambushed me. I embarrassed him, and in a way, supported the girl who humiliated his ass by kicking him in the nuts. I showed my supposed allegiance, and it pissed him off. I guess I can’t blame him.
But the stupid asshole took it too far. His attack on Summer and subsequent attack on me ruined him in my eyes for good. I made a few calls, and next thing I knew, Headmaster Matthews was having a special meeting with Elliot first thing Sunday morning. By that evening, he was seen packing up his belongings, his parents arriving around dinnertime in their older model Range Rover to pick him up and take him home.
By Monday, he was gone for good.
That’s how easy it is for me to rid this campus of someone I don’t like. Removing Elliot was a message—to little Miss Savage more than anyone else. My father got her on this campus, but it would take nothing at all for me to have her removed.
In fact, it would be too damned easy.
I’m in American Government at this very moment, my gaze going to her as it always does. The back of her head, the sleek dark hair pulled into that ponytail, her entire demeanor contained. Her shoulders are hunched, as if she’s trying to disappear inside herself.
I see you, I want to say. You can’t hide from me.
I try to pay attention to the lecture, but my thoughts linger on her, as always. She mystifies me. I don’t understand her. I don’t understand myself when I’m with her. Seeing her at the restaurant Saturday night enraged me. Caitlyn and Jane made me an offer, one I thought I couldn’t refuse. I thought it would be the perfect thing to banish all memories of a naked Summer coming on my face once and for all.
Two girls instead of one. Two sets of tits. Two wet pussies. Two mouths on my cock. How could I refuse? I took them to dinner, bringing Spence and Chad with me. Rubbing it in their faces that I was about to have a threesome.