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Immediately I don’t feel bad for the reddening I spot on his cheekbone.
I wish I’d hit him harder. “Don’t. You can use my body, my smile, my affection, my words… but you can’t use my heart. It’s not yours to play with.”
Eli pulls out of me and frowns down, his shining, heavy cock hanging between his thighs as he stares at my pussy and the cum I know he sees leaking out of it.
When he reaches out to finger it back inside like I didn’t say anything at all, I let him.
I meant it. He can have my body, just not my heart.
It hurts to think about what this could’ve been as I study the lines of his face, the curls falling on his forehead. Those stunning eyes that seem to go on forever.
But he made his choice, and now I’m making mine.
“You’re welcome to stay, but I was in the middle of an assignment that’s due tomorrow morning. Can I get back to it?”
Slowly, he pulls his fingers out and shoves them into my mouth, his thumb pressing under my chin so I can’t pull away, and then he leans in. “You want me to leave? Say it.”
I bite him hard, smirking when he yanks his hand back. “As I said, I don’t care if you stay or go. I have work to do and Samira will be back any minute. I need to put clothes on.”
Eli releases an impatient growl as he gets to his feet and grabs his pants. “Hurry up and leave a hickey on my neck, and I’ll leave. I can’t just go back with a black eye.”
It’s not a black eye, but it’s definitely a shiner that will stick around for a day or so, and I’m fucking proud of it. It has me almost bouncing as I pull him down and suck a deep, dark mark where his neck meets his collarbone. “Hope it hurt.”
His hands find my hips, squeezing tightly before he steps back entirely and begins to dress. “It hurt more than you think it did.”
He pulls on his hoodie and leaves his shirt behind, so I put it on and barely get my shorts back up before the door opens again and Sam comes back.
If she notices my marks, she doesn’t say anything, and I decide not to start a conversation about them.
At some point during all of that, an idea took hold. I need a good story for class, and Sam’s told me the soccer boys are into shit they shouldn’t be. If he can use me, I can use him too — and in the end, I’ll be the one releasing something that will ruin him.
I just have to play my cards right first.
Chapter 12
Fucked
ELIAS
Idon’t know what’s gotten into me, but I’ve become obsessed with this damn girl and I don’t know how to fight it. Even now as I sit with Vito and Luca in our living room, I couldn’t tell you what the hell they’re talking about. When I got home with a hickey and a bruised cheek the guys didn’t say shit to me — probably because I didn’t seem very approachable at the moment — but it’s gotten them all off my back for a couple of days.
But I miss her now.
Not just the sex or the push and pull that seems to define us, but how we were before my impulses took over and I proved to her I was just like every other asshole in college. I won’t say I’m not anymore. I thought I was better than those dudes that can’t handle rejection because I’ve been rejected before and never gave a flying fuck, but the moment this woman tried to call it off I lost my shit. Yet I can’t find it in me to take it back. Iwon’ttake it back.
Every time my phone buzzes I get this weird nauseous feeling in my stomach I can’t fully explain, and then when it isn’t her, disappointment takes over everything. I’m a fucking mess. Gofigure my dad told me not to get a girlfriend… I’ve never been more distracted in my life.
“What?” I ask, looking up from my phone as it vibrates, because I know it won’t be her. She never texts first anymore, she only responds to my bullshit because I’ve forced her to. Because I’ve blackmailed her into pretending she cares.
Luca chuckles lightly. “Nothing. You look down right now, but we just won. You had some good blocks today.”
“Yeah, no. I’m good.” Just obsessed with my fake girlfriend who hates me. Never been better. Time to deflect. “How’s it going with your mark?”
Rolling his eyes, Luca groans at the whole thing and takes a drink. “I’m over it already. Chelsey is too cool to want to fuck over for real, and I’m not trying to get into something like Vito and Lucy. I heard she was going to cut his hair.”
Vito goes off on a tangent on how Lucy is the spawn of Satan, and how Luca is being a little bitch with his pranks. Apparently, him putting extra sugar into Chelsey’s coffee isn’t good enough for the likes of him, and I can tell Luca is over the conversation when he turns back towards me and swaps the subject right back to my defense.
That distracts Vito enough to talk soccer a little more and how low the score was, but I tune them out because some games are just like that. Sometimes offense shines, sometimes defense shines, either way it’s over now and we won, so my focus isn’t on a game from the past.
