Page 35 of The Sweetest Revenge

"Don't worry, baby." He stepped closer, towering over me. "It was good for you."

The smirk on his face made my palm itch. One swift movement. That was all it would take.

He leaned in, voice just loud enough for nearby students to hear. "Wish I could say the same, but your pussy was a little too loose for me.

Creighton and Hawk's laughter cut through the hallway. A girl with a red backpack covered her mouth. Someone whispered behind me.

My cheeks heated, and my chest tightened with humiliation, and before I even knew what I was doing, my flat palm was flying across the air, but he was faster than me. He caught my wrist and jerked me into him. He dropped his face to mine, our noses nearly touching, and my pulse raced. "Don't ever. Do that. Again." He shoved me away, and I stumbled backward.

"You're a disgusting pig." The words tasted bitter, but not as bitter as the humiliation burning through me.

Creighton leaned against the wall, his perfect white smile spreading slowly. "Is that any way to talk to the man who gave you a mind-blowing orgasm?" Each word landed like a slap.

"If you want another one, you could just ask him." Hawk's eyes gleamed as they darted between Zaiden and me. He lowered his voice, drawing out the moment. "No need to be so aggressive. Or—" The pause stretched uncomfortably. "Is that y'all's thing?"

The circle of onlookers tightened around us. Someone snickered.

My lip curled up in disgust. "I would rather chew my own arm off and eat it than let him touch me."

"That's not what you were begging for the other night, princess."

"If I did anything, it was because you drugged me."

Creighton and Hawk shook their heads, but Zaiden's jaw flexed, and a look of irritation flashed across his face. "I don't have to drug girls, and I didn't drug you, but you should have a chat with your football buddies. EJ informed me you took X."

Confusion spread across my face. I would never take drugs. It wasn't my thing. I was a dancer and an athlete. I worked out four to five times a week, I ate healthy, and I didn't smoke or do drugs, but I did occasionally drink.

"They were going to rape you," Hawk added.

I shook my head. They were wrong. The football team had no reason to hurt me. "You are all so naive," I hissed as my gaze shifted to Zaiden. "The only person who wants to hurt me is you."

He stepped forward, eliminating the space between us in one fluid motion.

"You're right." His voice dropped to a whisper meant only for me. "I want to ruin you."

The eerie seriousness in his tone drained the oxygen from my lungs. The words weren't shouted for an audience or wrapped in his usual sarcasm. They were raw, honest, and terrifying because of it. The heat of his breath fanned across my face, carrying the faint scent of mint. Chills raced up my spine, spreading outward until my skin felt electrified.

Time seemed to stretch between us. Someone laughed nearby, the sound distant and muffled as though we existed in our own bubble of hatred. Or something else entirely.

He was so close that our chests nearly touched with each breath. His blue eyes held mine hostage. The corridor faded away until there was only him, only us, locked in this moment that felt too intimate for enemies.

I should step back. Create distance. Break whatever this was.

Instead, I squared my shoulders, tilting my chin up. His gaze dropped to my lips for the briefest second.

"I want to slowly take away every single thing that you love. I want to own you, but I didn't drug you, and I didn't force you to do anything you didn't want to."

He stepped back, reached into his pocket, and pulled out his phone. After a few clicks, he held it out.

My heart clenched as my eyes widened, and my jaw dropped as I watched myself completely naked, grinding myself over Zaiden. My moans echoed through the still mostly full hallway. I swatted at the phone, but he jerked it out of my grasp. "Stop it," I shouted, embarrassment coursing through me. My gaze flicked around. We had everyone's attention. "Zaiden, please," I pleaded.

"Damn, that's hot," Creighton purred. "I've never heard a girl sound like that before.

"And you never will," I shouted without a second thought about what I was saying. "Because your dick's too small to do anything but tickle a woman." I had no idea what Creighton's dick looked like, but I was angry.

"Ouch," Creighton laughed, clutching his heart sarcastically.

Zaiden increased the volume. My recorded moans echoed through the hallway, growing louder with each second. Students slowed their pace, heads turning our way. Phones appeared in their hands.

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