This time I can’t blame needing extra cover. I just want to take from her.
As I stare at those full lips, drawn inch by inch to close the small gap between us, the door clangs open. I still, remembering where we are. Maisy goes rigid, eyes wide as someone turns on water at the sinks. I release her wrists and grab the back of her thighs, lifting her. She manages to muffle a squeak, dangling until she realizes what I want her to do.
A smirk tilts my mouth when she’s forced to wrap her legs around my waist rather than hanging there off balance. Adjusting so I can support her more easily, I mime a finger to my lips to tell her she better be quiet. She grants me the tiniest nod and the wicked sensation spiraling through me shouldn’t excite me as much as it does.
Dirty, dirty girl.
No one at this school gets to see this version—the wild child. As I skim a hand down her side and bring my mouth back to her neck, I almost laugh, giving us away. She hides the vindictive little promise breaker well. Just like she hid the hickey I gave her. I’ll just have to mark her all over again. I look forward to catching hints of my secret claim on her.
I bite her neck and hold her tight to absorb the force of her response, her back arching and her thighs squeezing tighter around my waist. Shit, she likes it rough. My cock throbs in my jeans and I send up a silent prayer of thanks for uniform skirts alongside the skintight yoga pants she favors outside of school.
Licking a trail up her neck, I stop at her ear, speaking in a smoky whisper. “If they catch you right now, they’ll know you’re not the good girl you pretend to be. I’ll ruin that pretty reputation and show them who you really are.”
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She rests her forehead on my shoulder, whimpering as she places her hands on my chest. Sweeping her hair aside for better access, I nibble on her pulse point. Her nails dig into me hard and I grunt, reaching down to squeeze her ass through the skirt in retaliation. I find a new spot of her throat to torture, one that makes her writhe and mash her face into the muscled juncture between my shoulder and neck. Her lips brush over my skin inside the collar of my leather jacket and I falter from sucking on her skin at how good it feels.
Damn, I’m getting caught up in this, like last time. The line is blurring further and I need to bring everything back under my control.
Distantly, I’m aware of the running water stopping and footsteps leaving the bathroom. Thank fuck.
Once the person is gone, a wicked grin settles on my face. “You managed to stay quiet enough.” I pin her back to the wall and slide my fingers up her leg, beneath her skirt while grinding my erection against her ass. “You must really hate yourself as much as I do to let me do whatever I fucking want to you. Does the thought of getting caught like this make you wet?”
“If you hate me that much, then why are you hard?” Maisy accuses, spitting like an angry viper. “That makes you a liar, too. You said this wouldn’t happen again.”
My grin turns lethal and I crush my chest to hers to feel her shake. “You think I can’t still hate you while I fuck you? Watch me.”
As she trembles, chewing on her lip, my touch travels all the way up her smooth thigh to her hip. I blink, drawing a circle with my fingertips over her skin. Her bare skin. She’s not wearing any underwear.
A brittle laugh forces out of me and I tsk, moving my hand between her legs to stroke her. She’s wet as hell. I bet if I looked, she’d be glistening. My mouth waters without my permission and I clench my teeth.
“What a pretty mess you are for me, daisy,” I murmur.
Mortification creeps into her expression. She can’t deny that no matter what I put her through, she still would beg for more if it meant I would touch her. Desperate little thing. It just makes me want to double my efforts against her.
I pinch her clit between my fingers, keeping her on a razor thin line between pleasure and pain. She gasps.
“Fox, please—”
I interrupt her strangled cry with a hard tone. “Was this for him?”
She blinks. “Who?”
“Your boyfriend. That preppy idiot you’re always with.”
“Sam? No.” She swallows and plays with the collar of my jacket, some of the fog of arousal fading. After a moment, she shakes her head. “I just…I prefer to be like this.” Her challenging gaze darts up to meet mine. “It’s not for anyone but myself. I like the freedom.”
My chest grows tight and I force out a breath. I wasn’t expecting that, or the honesty in her soft voice. This isn’t supposed to be some sweet moment between a romantic couple. We’re anything but that. We’re the opposite, brutal heartache and wild destruction. Ruinous and destined for tragedy.
We’ll never get back what we once had. I can’t trust her and she should fucking run from me, because I won’t stop trying to end all her perfect happiness, even now, with my cock hard between her toned thighs and her bare pussy dripping all over my goddamn hand.
I shake my head and rub her clit, intent on making her cry out for me. “What will he say about you allowing another man’s hands on you like this?”
Maisy’s eyes flash. “He’s not my boyfriend. He never was.” My fingers move in a circle, dipping lower. She struggles to get her words out. “We were just—hanging out. I broke up with him after…after the day at our tree.”
Another laugh punches out of me as I fight off the wave of possessiveness that rises. She stifles a moan while I tease her slick folds and I lean in, licking a stripe up the column of her throat.
“Whatever you say.” It doesn’t matter. I don’t care. She’s not mine anymore—maybe she never was to begin with. As I attack her skin with my teeth, my tone turns meaner. “I’m still not going to kiss you, no matter how bad you beg me. I’m going to break you apart, and then leave you here.”