Page 143 of Swallow Your Sorries

“Then?” She lifts a brow. “Is it that this game is just more fun than the others you can play?”

“This game is the only one that matters because you’re the other player.” She has no idea how deep my obsession runs. “I haven’t fucked anyone this year.”

She looks taken aback, then confusion knits her brows. “But those rumours in Beaussip—”

“Lies.”

She shakes her head slowly. “I’ve heard the girls talking. Kesia—”

“Is a liar who uses dick riding to climb the social ladder. She wants to be like her master and head bitch, Rin. She wants to infiltrate our little circle. She wants to become an untouchable before graduation. Last summer she bragged about fucking Bae, which is bullshit because he’s a virgin.”

Pure shock settles across her features.

“This time it’s me. She tried, but my dick just doesn’t get hard for anyone else. Do you get it now? I just want to devour you, so maybe that translates into every way humanly possible.”

“And then what?”

“We’ll find out. Together.”

“This is insane…” But her expression doesn’t relay the insanity. My little dove’s excited. “But I’m starting to think…that maybe I’m just as crazy as you are.”

Her eyes dart to the window, to the swaying bushes, and then to the moon. Then me.

“That maybe you’re right about me needing to open up.”

I pepper a kiss across her collarbone. “I always am.”

“Even when it comes to me being too tight,” she says, ignoring me. “You agreed to our interlude if I give you what you want. The chance to snap that little band of tension inside of me. Maybe then I can relax.”

I trail another kiss to the hollow of her throat, then the swell of her breast. “You’ll do more than just relax,” I say, pinching her nipple through her leotard before licking it. The wetness turns the pale lilac fabric translucent, and that perfect shade of her pink nipple shines through.

She squirms, a little whimper already building in her throat as I alternate between licking and sucking her delicate flesh.

“You’ll scream.”

Lick.

“Cry.”

Suck.

“Moan.”

And she does as I suck harder, the wet spot spreading just like the one beneath my fingers as I stroke between her thighs.

“Then you’ll beg me to do it all over again.”

“But what about after?” she asks, her breathing already growing ragged.

“Rinse and repeat.”

“But our interlude will expire,” she says, gripping the back of my head as I move on to her other nipple. “Since our agreement will come to an end, I was thinking about moving on to something bigger.”

Confusion, revulsion, and pure fury coil in my stomach and creep through my veins as I pull away from her nipple and her grasp as I peel her fingers from my neck. Because what the fuck is she getting at?

“What?”

She tries to take her hand away, but I grip it tighter, crushing her fingers. I must look demonic because her voice trembles when she says, “Y-you kept going on and on about the tightness of my hips. I mean, after my starter,” she gazes down at my rock-hard cock stabbing her stomach. “I could move on to someone who could really make a difference. Someone who could open me up more than halfway.”

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