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My eyes roamed over one curve, then devoured another.

No, my dick needed someone.

I could see it now. The desire and need that had been there from the second I saw her in that courtroom. Novalee Ford was mine. She’d always been mine.

Nova lifted her hair up, and I couldn’t help but soak in the faded bruises on her neck. That’s when I knew. The desire and need I was feeling had been there from the moment I laid eyes on her in that courtroom. Novalee Ford was mine. She’d always been mine. That didn’t mean I had to like it, or her.

I wasn’t sure how my dick ended up in hand, but I think it was around the time she bent over. If I tipped my head the right way, I could see her pretty little pussy. Soft and delicate flesh that was begging to be wrecked. Knowing that no one else had touched her made things worse.

Next thing I knew, I was jerking off in the girls locker room like a goddamn fourteen year-old. Did I stop? No. While Nova’s hands slid over her body, mine stroked my length. I pumped myself hard and fast, while thinking of the taste of her blood on my tongue.

It took everything I had to stay tucked in that small shadow and not growl and spray my come all over her, so every other man would smell me when they walked past. All I could see were all the marks I could put on her body.

Tattoo of my name on her forehead, a brand on her perfectly bruised ass, and deep bites marring her creamy complexion. I was seconds away from storming over there and sinking my teeth in her flesh.

Then she turned off the water and spun around.

Nova breast bounced as her little foot lifted, bringing her closer to my hiding spot. My mouth watered at the thought of getting a taste of those pert pink nipples. The fact that she had no idea that I was here made this that much better. The girl who seemed to sense me everywhere, was casually walking my way, as if nothing was wrong.

Her hand reached out for a towel and I snatched a fistful of her hair.

Nova didn’t get much more than a peep of her scream out before I shoved my cock in her mouth.

“Fuck yes,” I growled as her throat constricted around me, milking my girth for all it was worth.

The first shot almost made my knees buckle, the second blurred my vision, and the third sent a shiver up my spine.

I popped my dick out of her mouth and pumped the rest of my load on her face.

Shock glimmered in her big hazel eyes, while her mouth hung open and my seed dripped down her cheek. It was fucking beautiful. So much so that I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and sliding my mess around her skin.

Then the anger came back and all I could see was Atlee’s smug smirk.

I grabbed Nova’s chin and dug my fingers into her jaw.

“I want you to remember this the next time you think about fucking Atlee.”

Shoving her back onto the floor, I spun around and walked away to go and find Atlee.

NOVALEE

FRIDAY

Ilearned at a young age not to trust the girls around me. There was nothing more fake than a group of teenage girls. Especially if they were popular.

They may smile and compliment your outfit, but every nice word they said was secretly dripping with jealousy and disdain. There was no such thing as sisterhood. There was just being better than the girl next to you.

Cheerleaders were a perfect example of this. They put up a front of unity, while secretly praying that one of their teammates would break their arm or leg, so they could be on the top of the pyramid.

Not that I had any personal experience with the popular crowd, but Veda did, and I was an expert at eavesdropping. Benefits of being the younger sibling.

I heard the shit she would say behind her supposed friends' backs. That’s when I decided I didn’t want to be an it girl. One real friend was worth more than a hundred people who pretended to like you. Besides, keeping up appearances seemed like way too much work for me. Veda would spend hours getting ready and I was not about to get up that early. I liked my bed too much for that.

I was perfectly happy being the real me in the shadow of others. Why would anyone want to be in the limelight? It didn’t make sense to me. So what if I was known as the girl with a sock on her ass? Big deal. That just meant I didn’t have to talk to people. Being ignored and on the bottom rung of the social ladder was incredibly freeing.

At least that’s what I thought until Gio spent the entire week pretending I didn’t exist. That’s when freeing took a violent shove in the direction of disturbing.

Thanks to the rumor going around, every day I’d come to school and be inconvenienced by friendly greetings and unwanted conversations. Everyone wanted my attention. Everyone except Gio.

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