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“I don’t give a fuck about what you said this morning. I don’t want your apology. That won’t save you from me.” He releases me and shoves me back against the wall, and pain radiates down my spine upon impact.
“What I want are your screams, your tears. I want you weak and immobile. I want you begging me to stop while I take and take until there’s nothing left to take.” I was certain I had felt real, true fear before now, like back in the gym when he choked me, but nothing compares to this moment.
Smh..control..thats what he wnts.
“Don’t. You don’t want to do this,” I croak, barely getting the words out as his grip tightens. He leans into me—the hard ridges of his body fit mine so perfectly. I let out a wheezed gasp when his hard cock presses against my stomach. “That’s the problem. I do want to do this. I want to do this more than anything.”
Quinton’s grip on my throat disappears. “What do you think you’re doing?” A young, feminine voice meets my ears. I blink my eyes open, turning in the direction of the voice.
Look at God.
About twenty feet away stands a woman with bright blue hair, black-rimmed glasses, and a scowl on her face that could rival Quinton’s. She appears young but not young enough to be a student. She adjusts her cardigan and continues staring at us.
Oh good.
“We were just talking, weren’t we…?” Quinton’s jaw clenches at the effort it takes for him to expel the words. “I’m sure that’s what you were doing. Why don’t you get out of here, and I’ll pretend I didn’t see or hear the entire conversation?”
I might like this teacher..idk yet
“Come, let’s go into the library. I’ll make you a cup of hot cocoa, and you can calm down a little,” the young woman offers. “Who are you?” I ask, my voice cracking. “I’m Brittney, the librarian.” The library. Just the thought has me calming down slightly.
Yeah. I like her.
something about making Aspen feel like she had escaped me added to the thrill. It heightened the stakes of the game. It was fucked up, but fucking with her was a high I never wanted to come down from.
A little psycho
Matteo shrugs, his dark gaze emotionless. “What about Aspen Mather?” The mere mention of her name sends a shiver down my spine. I almost want her to be a secret, my secret that no one else knows about, that I get to torment and touch whenever I please.
Hmmmm
“I wouldn’t touch that bitch if you paid me to.” “You don’t need money, asshole, so nobody’s paying you to touch her.” I snort and take a drink of my beer, trying not to think about how territorial that statement sounded. The truth is, Aspen doesn’t mean shit to me, not in the sense that I actually care about her, but strangely enough, I don’t want anyone else interested in her either.
Mhmmmm. Riiiighhttt. Lol
“I’m not talking to either of them, not after what they did, and all the secrets they’re keeping.” It’s hard to hide my anger from Scar, but I manage to keep my voice even and the venom out of my words.
Interesting
No, not something, someone. The enemy. Aspen. I need to have her under my control again, at my mercy, because as sick as it is, as wrong as it is, it’s the only time I feel like my old self. The only time I feel in control of my life.
Cliche. But I kinda get it.
“Let’s make one thing very clear, you do not come in here making demands. I don’t give two shits about your comfort or how you wash your fucking clothes. Be glad we gave you a room in the dorms at all because there is a nice little shack with no running water or heat at the surface. Would you rather stay there?”
Pathetic..grow up ! You’re suppose to be the adult and the headmaster.
“As I was saying, Clara was raped and tortured for an entire week until she finally died. Videos of her punishment were distributed across the dark web to let everyone know what happens to those who betray their own.”
Oh my🫢..
Pain shoots up my back, making me groan in pain. In the process, my bag slips from my hand and goes flying across the corridor. “What the fuck are you doing?” an angry voice booms from above me. My head snaps up, and I find Quinton and Ren staring down at me. Of—fucking—course.
Here we go.
“Do you always run around corners without looking?” I question. She doesn’t answer with words, simply shakes her head and starts gathering the contents of her bag. She is on her knees crawling over the floor, and my eyes zero in on her apple-shaped ass.
Mans is so annoying😭🤦🏾♀️
My cock twitches against my zipper, and I hate how her body makes me feel. I hate not being in control of my lust.
Then control it doofus. Lol
She is just about to pick up one of her books when Ren kicks it away from her grasp and in front of my feet. “Very mature,” she murmurs and glares up at him. “Let’s go, Ren,” I growl and purposely step on her book.
Childish..
She is kneeling inches in front of my feet but not paying me the slightest attention. All she’s worried about is her stupid little book, and I fucking hate it. I hate that she is ignoring me. I hate that my dick is getting hard just from looking at her.
😂..dude.. smh. Issues
Wanting her gone from my mind, I walk faster in hopes that distance between us will also distance my thoughts, but like a cancer, the image of her kneeling in front of me is only growing. “Fuck!” I call out more to myself than anyone else.
Lol. Smh
“I’m skipping this class. Have something else I have to take care of.” “Okay,” Ren says, drawing out the a. Spinning around, I walk back the way I came from and take the elevator down to the dorms. The door slides open with a bing, and I make my way down the corridor, opposite to where I usually go.
Uh oh. Where you goingggg ?? 👀
Smirking, I step inside and close the door behind me, shutting us in together in the small space that is her room. I can already breathe a little easier, my mind slowly winding down as I take in her trembling body in front of me. Now, I have her full attention, and here, I’m in control.
Lol. Oh boy.
She is afraid all right, and she probably should be. “Just coming to check on you.” I shrug. “You seemed upset in the hallway.” “Fuck you. What do you really want?”
Bahahaha😂👏🏽👏🏽
She wants the truth? Fine. “I really want to choke you out again, so I can do with your body whatever I want to without you fighting or talking.” Her breath hitches, and all the blood drains from her face.
Uuummm🥴
“There is seriously something wrong with you.” “Probably, yeah.” I take a step toward her. “You don’t seem too fond of that idea… so maybe I could be satisfied with something else.” “Like what?”
Definitely a little psycho😂. But at least he’s not a rapist. ..I don’t think…
I haven’t actually thought that far yet, so it takes me a moment to come up with something. What would satisfy me? I want to control her, I want her to submit to me, but I know she won’t just give it up to me no matter how scared she is. I have to start small, give a little—so I can take a lot. “I want you to let me touch you.”
Hmmm. I see the vision.. but also, What is happeninggggg ?? 😭🤦🏾♀️ I thought we kk hated each other.
“No.” She shakes her head before I even finish speaking. “I’m not having sex with you.” “Who said anything about sex? Get your mind out of the gutter, Aspen.” “Whatever it is you want, the answer is no.” “Take your shirt off and go lie on your bed.”
Omg
Wrapping her arms around herself like that could protect her from me, she shakes her head furiously. “Do it yourself, or I’ll do it for you.” I let the threat hang in the air while I look around.
Smdh.
“When I get back in that room, you better be on the bed with your shirt off,” I yell over my shoulder as I sift through the toiletries on the shelf. When I find what I’m looking for, I grab the small bottle and waltz back into her room.
Toiletries ...wtf did you grab ?
Unclasping her bra, I let it fall open, and it slides to the side, exposing every inch of her delicate back. Flipping the top off the lotion bottle in my hand, I squeeze a generous amount into the palm of my hand and drop the bottle to the ground.
Lmaaoo.. Bipolar...
I rub my palms together, making sure I don’t spill any lotion before placing both hands flat on her back. She sucks in a sharp breath at first contact but doesn’t protest as I start rubbing the vanilla-scented lotion into her skin. It takes about five minutes of massaging her back before she relaxes the tiniest bit.
Definitely Bipolar. You’re giving her a massage ???!? 😂😂😂🤦🏾♀️. What is the plan here ?
“Why are you doing this?” She suddenly breaks the silence. “No talking,” I warn. “Just relax.” She doesn’t listen, of course. Even though she doesn’t say another word, her body never fully relaxes. I keep massaging her back, shoulders, and even her arms
Well, I wouldn’t relax either.. because..ummm.. what the hell is happeninggg ??? 😭
“Turn around,” I order, and to my utter shock, she complies. She rolls her body onto her back awkwardly, her hands clutching to the bra covering her chest. When she is all the way turned, I push myself up, settling back onto her thighs.
Umm..okaayyy
“Lose the bra,” I demand while flicking open the button on my jeans in a hurry. Her eyes lower to where my hands are already undoing the zipper, and she can undoubtedly see the bulge hiding beneath. “I told you, I’m not doing this with you.
Period giirll. That’s right.
I cut her off midsentence by wrapping a hand around her throat. Suddenly, not caring about the bra anymore, her hands fly up to clutch onto my wrist. I’m not choking her, my grip simply holding her in place, but the threat is there.
Uummmm
“Submit to me… drop your arms and let me do whatever I want to you.” “No.” She shakes her head as much as I allow it. “Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn?” If looks could kill, her death stare would send me straight to the gates of hell.
Cause why would i submit ???
“Submit to me, and I’ll leave you alone for a few days.” I glance down at the thin and scratchy-looking blanket. “And maybe even get you a new blanket and pillow.” She studies my face, probably watching for any signs that I’m lying, but I’m actually telling the truth. If it gets me my way, I’ll do it.
Okaayyy.. cause..maybe..you know what..maybe we can work some things out..😂😂
“You know I’ll stand by my word. Just give me what I want. It can be our little secret; no one has to know you gave in to me. Your pride won’t be harmed.” “It’s not my pride I’m worried about.”
Mmmm.
As if the universe is making fun of us, her tits fit into my hands like they were made for me. How can we fit together so well physically when there is no way we could ever belong with each other? We’re enemies, and that will never, ever change.
Welp….something tells me that might change darling...🤷🏽♀️
I straighten up and free my throbbing cock. “Last week, you marked me.” I point at the faint red oval on my neck where she embedded her fucking teeth into my skin. “It’s my turn to mark you, and lucky for you, my mark doesn’t hurt.”
Ummmmmmmm. Lmaaoo. Oh goodness.
I wrap my fingers around my aching length and start stroking. Her eyes are glued to my cock, as if she’s never seen one in her life. Her innocent act turns me on even more, and it doesn’t take me long before I feel the tingle in the base of my spine.
Lord have mercy..
Fisting my cock with one hand, I grab her hip with my free one, imagining what it would be like to have her tight cunt swallowing my dick and not my hand. My pumps become furious, and I throw my head back with a grunt when my balls draw together.
Lowkey..hes obsessed
And then I explode. Ropes of sticky cum shoot out of my cock in spurts, landing all over her stomach and chest. My orgasm seems to go on forever, and only when the last aftershock has rippled through my system do I open my eyes and look at what I’ve done.
Ooohh. Duuhh Annie. This is her “Mark”
Letting go of my cock, I use both hands to rub my cum into her, massaging her breasts and stomach like I did her back earlier. “You marked me; now I’ve marked you. We’re even.”
Obsessedd. Hes so strange
I clean my hands on a towel hanging over the chair in her room, and then slip on my boots before heading out the door. “See you in a few days,” I say, right before I close the door behind me. If I’m going to stand by my word, I have to get away now.
Wow. Well. I appreciate you standing by your word.
There was no reason to massage me like that unless all he wanted to do was play mind games. While I’m still trying my best to figure Quinton out, there is no question where I stand with the rest of the school. At every turn, people are messing with me.
Thats what he should have offered.. Reprieve From that shitty ass student body
“Terrible,” I admit, not sparing her my truth. “This place is the worst. I hate everything about this school.” I try not to come off whiny, but it’s so hard. She has no idea what I’m going through here. “You’re overexaggerating.” She rolls her eyes at me. “No, I’m understating it. This is a nightmare.
Is your mther seriouus right now
Quinton Rossi is here. Living here, tormenting me.” “He can’t touch you,” she says, examining her fingernails. “He can, and he has.” “You don’t look hurt,” she points out, downplaying everything I say.
Wooooww. Wtf is her problem ??
Over the years, my relationship with her has become more and more strained. It only got worse when we lost everything, and when Dad went to prison, it became nonexistent.
Whyyy
“Listen to me, Aspen. Out here, you’re as good as dead. People are after your father, people who want him, and by extension, us, dead. So, while I understand people might be shitty there, anything is better than being out here. I promise you that.” All I can do is shake my head.
Woowww. I meeaannn..i get it..but no
