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We nod together but Damon replies crassly with, “I fuck her, and she likes to watch him get fucked while getting fucked. It’s… very… comment dit-on… amusant?”How do you say‘fun?’

I hold in the eye roll. Yes, of course. Le Pepe fucking Le Pew makesmethe bottom. Wait. Do I give bottom energy? I’ll have to ask later if I remember.

“Fun.” Tyler rasps, seeing the tent in his slacks grow.

Damon chuckles his dark little chuckle, that also sounds French. I hold in the eyeroll. I can throat-punch him later. His hand settles on my hip and Tyler watches as his fingers untuck a bit of my shirt and he traces his fingers along the V above my belt. Oh, he’s fucking good at this. “Oui.Fun.”

“Is she here?” Tyler asks in French.

Damon shakes his head and takes a step closer to Tyler, tugging at his silk black tie. “Non. She had work and went straight to Hotel De Novo to shower.”

Cerulean eyes, heavy with lust look over at me curiously. “Is that why you said you’d see me around later?” He asks and I nod.Tyler swallows, lids growing heavier, his attention no longer on me but on the silver-eyed, dark haired, scruffy, fake Frenchman that looks like he absolutely fucks like a madman. And he does. “Doyoutouch?”

Damon smirks, “Oui, ami.”Yes, friend.“I touch.”

I watch as Tyler physically swoons. That’s all Damon says. That’s all it fucking takes for Tyler to agree to come back with us, unknowingly sealing his fate to be kissed by the angel of death.

Karma’s a beautiful bitch, and her name is Raven Monroe.

Chapter Nineteen

Tyler Prescott.

Six Weeks Prior…

Chase: Monroe’s on campus.

I choke on my coffee mid-swallow. Out of all the fucking things for my cousin to text me, this was not what I was expecting.

Me: Which one?

Chase: Raven.

Me: What is she doing there?

Chase: No idea. Axel dropped her off.

Me: Well, fucking find out.

I slide my chair out from under my desk, Myles or Michael or… was it Milo? moving with me. “Sorry, love. I received some bad news. I’m going to fuck your throat now. Don’t take it personally and definitely don’t flatter yourself thinking you made me cum this quickly. Your head game is a six at best. But when I do cum, I need you to get the fuck out of my house. Do you understand? Don’t cling. Don’t hang around. Get the fuck out.”

He nods, and I tangle my fingers in his inky curls, sinking the entirety of my cock into his mouth. When I hit the back of his throat, I tug on the back of his head, slamming him down, over and over again, while images of Raven, of Axel Monroe, that fucking backstabber, fucking me from behind in the coat closet of the Annual Homecoming Masquerade Ball take over. It’s these images that I loveand hate, these burning memories that get me to orgasm so fast, I’ve embarrassed myself too many times thinking about him but it gets the job done every time.

Axel with those gorgeous green eyes, those lush, perfect pink lips, curly hair. I fuck Myles-Michael-Milo’s face to the memory of Axel’s fingers diving between my cheeks, spitting and squeezing lube onto me. His fingers prepping my needy asshole that misses him entirely too much. That night had been exactly what I had needed from him after everything. My body still misses him, willalwaysmiss him. The memory of the sound of a condom wrapper tearing, then his big fucking hands spreading my ass open, and how good it felt when he forced his way into my ass, one hand on my shoulder, the other covering my mouth to shut up my grunts, sweat coating my body, all those fake fucking promises whispered between the sound of our hips meeting over and over again.

“I promise, I’ll get us out of this, Ty. No one will know. I love you, Ty. I love you.”

I cum hard, thighs shaking as I unload into Myles’s waiting mouth. “This was fine. We won’t be doing it again. Get out.”

“You’re a fucking asshole.” He scrambles out from under my desk, tears in his eyes, cum on his lips.

“And I had to think of someone else in order to cum. So, you know, don’t flatter yourself.” I smirk in satisfaction. No, if I were truly satisfied, I’d be grinning like a madman.

I’d be happy like I once was.

Chase: She’s enrolled.

Angry, I get on Instagram and go to the profile I used to stalk every thirty minutes. There. The first picture he posted fifteen minutes ago is a selfie of him and Ray in her dorm room. She looks… different. Fuller? Not fat, exactly. More defined. Womanly. He looks fucking fantastic and it irks me. They look fucking great together. It always confused me how he was so tentative toward her. It always felt like they were more than just stepsiblings.

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