Page 30 of Satan's Priest

He wouldn’t understand what happened over the weekend. I also didn’t know how to explain Layla’s death. I was sure he noticed her missing, too.

“Layla and I left town on a girls’ trip,” I said, the same story I’d given my parents.

I’d heard somewhere that if you told the same story repeatedly, you had less chance of being caught in a lie. The more I said it, the more I would believe it.

“And you couldn’t text me back because of it?”

I turned my gaze back to him, wincing at the hurt in his blue-gray eyes.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “My dad took my phone away from me. I guess I’m grounded.”

Sebastian raised his eyebrows, his mouth opened in shock. “What?”

“Yeah. I don’t know when I’ll be able to get it back.”

The bell rang, and I was now late for class. Crap.

I gathered my stuff from my locker and shut it. Sebastian walked beside me as I rushed through the hallways and up the stairs to my class.

“You’re not upset with me, are you?” Sebastian asked.

I spun around, stopping in the middle of the empty hallway. “What?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes cast to the side. “Well, Friday night we kind of parted on bad terms, and I just want to make sure we’re okay.”

“Of course we’re okay.” I reached toward him, brushing my fingers against his chest. My core clenched, and I held back a moan.

“Fuck him. Feed from him.”

The voice returned, and my heart raced and beat painfully against my ribs.

Sebastian circled his fingers around my wrist and tugged me forward until I was pressed against him. My eyes widened, and I glanced around, ensuring no one saw us.

“That’s good.” He tipped my head back with his other hand, pinching my jaw. “Meet me after class?”

I nodded, unable to use words. I could only think of ripping his clothes off and riding him like a pony.

He smirked as if he could hear my thoughts and leaned forward, brushing his lips against mine. I sucked in a breath and scrambled away from him. Heat coursed through my body, and my skin tightened. My pussy pulsed, and I could feel my panties getting wet.

Worry and hurt crossed Sebastian’s face as he watched me.

“I-I’ll see you,” I said.

I spun around and jogged the rest of the way to my class. The back of my head tingled from having Sebastian’s gaze on me. My face flushed, and sweat built on my forehead and in my armpits.

“Feed from him,”the voice insisted.

A breath shuddered out of me, and I opened the classroom’s door and ducked my head as Sister Theresa glared at me from her spot in front of the class.

“Nice of you to join us, Ms. Davis.”

I rushed to my seat, slid into it, and set my books on the table. After tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear, I grabbed my notebook and pen, ready to start the day.

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I avoided Sebastian the rest of the day because I didn’t want to tackle him to the ground and fuck him to death, but he caught me after the last class. He dragged me to the parking lot without saying a word.

“Hey!” I jerked my hand, trying to get him to let go of me but failing. I had to wait at the front of the school because Dad was picking me up. Shockingly enough, he was late, which wasn’t like him at all.

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