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Her eyes roll as I circle her clit faster and her hips pick up speed. I pull her hair with one hand and wrap the other around her neck, squeezing the sides to restrict the flow of blood as her pulse jumps beneath my thumb. Her moans echo around us, making my cock throb inside her.

“You on birth control?” I pant, knowing I won’t last much longer. Not with Violet looking and sounding like that.

“Yes.” Another involuntary moan. “Come inside me.”

“Fuck.” I groan and drive my hips up into her.

I release her throat, replacing my hand with my mouth, the taste of chlorine and her delicious skin on my tongue. I stroke up her neck to her ear, biting and sucking her lobe until she’s whimpering.

She’s putty in my hands.

Her grip on my shoulders tightens, and her pussy starts to clench around my cock, her walls nearly suffocating.

She cries out. “Wes!”

Her pussy walls contract around my cock as she comes, and I hold her in place while I slam up into her again and again, until my cock spurts deep inside her, throbbing with her pussy.

My vision goes dark for a second as the pleasure rockets through me, and I tip my head back to groan out a long, echoing, “Fuuuck.”

Violet collapses against me, the water the only reason we’re not both covered in sweat.

“That was incredible,” she says in my ear, and I fucking love how breathless I’ve made her. “You’re incredible.”

I freeze. No girl’s ever said that to me before.

I’ve spent the last few months tormenting her, punishing her for ending my sister’s life in an accident. And she still thinks I’m incredible.

My heart pounds as I tug her closer to me, and not just because I exploded inside her five seconds ago. I pull her wet hair behind her shoulders so I can whisper the words right in her ear. The words that terrify me just to think, let alone say. But after everything I’ve put her through, she deserves to hear them. “I’m falling in love with you, Violet.”

Chapter29

After

Violet

In the library,I check my phone. No notifications. Despite sharing a dorm, Aneesa and I haven’t spoken since I accused her of going to Dean Forrester and she denied it.

I asked Maxwell, and he said he has no idea who Wes Novak is. Apparently being an English major who commutes and doesn’t attend any sporting events means not knowing about the star hockey captain who basically owns the campus. He also showed me a picture of his girlfriend, who he apparently met after I left that party with Chloe last year.

So that leaves only one person who could’ve possibly told Dean Forrester about me and Wes, and she’s lying to my face about it.

I’ve been taking as many shifts at the library as I can get to avoid her and staying up late writing until my eyes are blurry from staring at my laptop screen. I haven’t written in a frenzy like this in years, even before Chloe died.

Maybe Wes was right. Maybe he is my muse.

After my shift at the library, I head outside into the brisk night air. I love the campus at this time of night. Quiet and peaceful, minus the thumping music from a few dorm rooms. No one else out here but me and sometimes the astronomy club.

I’ve been on a high since that afternoon in the pool with Wes. When he fucked me so good I saw stars, and after, murmured in my ear that he’s falling in love with me.

I’m falling in love with him too. I’ve been falling.

Hard.

I round the corner of the library when a heavy hand clamps over my arm and smacks me against the wall.

A blade bites into my throat.

In front of me, even the mask can’t conceal Trey’s terrifying smile.

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