“No.”
“Say it, Summer. You fucking despise me.”
Once upon a time and very recently, I did. And sometimes, I still despise the things he does to me. But I don’t hate him. It’s like I look forward to this. The taking. The cruelty. The soft touch behind it.
“I’m not using a condom,” he hisses. “I could get you pregnant.”
“I’m on the pill,” I remind him. I know he enjoys fucking me bare, and I like it too. It’s something I’ve never done before. Yates was always careful about using condoms.
“I could give you a STD,” he continues.
I go still at those words, my gaze widening, panic making my heart trip over itself. When I meet his gaze once again, I see the deep satisfaction pooling in his ice blue eyes.
“Didn’t think I’d be fucking anyone else, did you? Would I really save this all for you?” He withdraws from my body, his fingers curling around the base of his cock as he drags it against my pussy. “Selfish little slut. This doesn’t belong to you.”
I say nothing, hating how my mind immediately gets carried away with thoughts of Whit doing this to someone else. Claiming someone else. Fucking her. Making her his.
I’m a fool. An idiot.
Reaching out, I try to hit him, but he grabs hold of my wrist, stopping me. He keeps me in place, pushing his way back inside me, his thrusts rougher. I press my lips together to keep from crying out. Not from the brutality of his cock, which I crave, but because of the little rocks and bits of brick cutting into my sensitive flesh.
“You can’t hurt me no matter what you do. Haven’t you learned that by now?” He laughs. Then sighs. I don’t know how he has so much control. I’m sure any other boy his age would be coming like a geyser by now.
Not Whit.
He’s unlike any boy I’ve ever known.
His movements increase and he buries his face against my throat, his soft hair tickling my cheek. He fucks and fucks, ruts like an animal, his hot breath coating my skin. I squeeze my thighs around his waist, letting him take me, my orgasm rushing forward, rising higher, like the birds I scared earlier, scattering in the sky in fear. It frightens me, this feeling, but I chase after it anyway. Needing it. Wanting it. I moan with his every stroke, not holding myself back, savoring the letting go, the orgasm building, growing, overwhelming me.
It’s going to be big. The biggest one I’ve ever had.
I’m teetering on the edge, my breath gone, my head spinning, when he pulls out of me, his fingers squeezing around the base of his cock, semen spilling out, all over my stomach, my pubic hair. He makes a mess of me, groaning, pleasure written all over his beautiful face and I stare, transfixed.
Aching. Empty.
He finishes with one last shudder, his eyes slowly opening to reveal the familiar, lazy gleam they get after he comes. He licks his lips while I watch him, and my fingers itch to claw over his face. Mar all that beauty.
I was so close, and he stole it from me.
“You’re a mess,” he says with disgust, his gaze dropping to my pussy. “You got cum all over you.”
He dips his fingers in his own semen and brings them to my mouth. I lick them delicately, savoring the slightly sour taste, in agony that I didn’t find my release. This is the first time he hasn’t let me come, and I’m sure he’s reveling in his newfound power.
“You need to learn your place.” He sounds bored. Looks like he could practically fall asleep as he watches me suck the cum off of his long, elegant fingers. “You hate me. You hate what I do to you. And while you belong to me, I definitely don’t belong to you.”
I don’t acknowledge what he says and he reaches for me, his wet fingers curling around my chin so tightly, I almost cry out. “Say it,” he whispers. “You belong to me.”
There’s no hesitation. “I belong to you.”
“If I catch you talking to Chad again, I’ll make you watch while I fuck his little sister.” He gives my face a shake. “Do you understand?”
I blink at him, confused by his mention of Chad. I didn’t even know he had a little sister on campus. What is Whit talking about?
He sees the confusion and it somehow infuriates him even more. “Tell me you understand!”
“I u-understand.” The stutter is a weakness, and I close my eyes in shame.
“He touched you,” Whit says, his voice low. Broken. His fingers loosen their hold and he strokes me. Touches the corner of my lip, whisper soft. “I saw it. He touched you and no one touches what’s mine.”
It all rushes back to me. The moment in the dining hall earlier. When I almost dropped my lunch. It meant nothing. I’m not interested in Chad. Whit knows this.
But then I also remember how he watched us in the dining hall, anger shining in his eyes the entire time. I didn’t recognize it in that moment.
He didn’t like seeing Chad touch me, because he believes I belong only to him.
“It was nothing,” I whisper, noting the pleased gleam that fills his gaze. “I belong to you. Only you can touch me.”
“Don’t ever forget it.” He kisses me, meaning it as a punishment, but I drink from his lips, taste his tongue, grateful for it.
The kiss, his possessive words, are like a balm. They piece me together when all he’s trying to do is tear me apart.
I watch as he puts himself back in order, my core still throbbing, in desperate need of release. That first little orgasm was nothing. Now my entire body hurts from the anticipation—and of my release being ripped away. All while he’s completely collected, as if nothing fazes him. Not me. Not anything.
The truth is there though, in his words. Chad touched me. And while it meant nothing, that innocent touch infuriated Whit.
He’s jealous.
A smile curls my lips and I avert my head, exhaling when he yanks the tie from my neck and winds it around his own.
His jealousy is my power too, I think as I hop off the window’s edge, reaching beneath my skirt to rub my sore and scratched butt. I won’t forget this moment.
Ever.
Twenty-One
Whit
We walk back to campus in silence, me fuming the entire way, Summer seemingly unaffected. I was mean to her just now. Cruel. Crueler than I’ve ever been, and she took everything I gave her. She seemed to enjoy it.
I definitely enjoyed it. Every twisted word and brutal touch. How I slammed into her without finesse, no foreplay, no nothing. My cock enveloped in all that tight, wet heat. She’d been ready for it. She wanted it.
So fucking bad. Just as bad as me.
All because I was jealous. No. It was more than that. The territorial feeling that rose inside of me at seeing Chad touch her had made me want to tear him apart. And what happened between them was nothing. His fingers on her fucking elbow didn’t mean shit.
Yet witnessing him put his hands on her made me see red. Like a bull, I wanted to charge. Run up on him and slug him right in his smug face. Chad can have whoever he wants, and he has no business even looking at her.
I told him as much once I calmed down, when we were outside. He laughed at me, the motherfucker, and said he didn’t give two shits about Savage. That infuriated me too.
My feelings for her confuse the shit out of me.