Drop Dead Queen (Corium University, #2)

by C. Hallman

I sense the stare of his eyes on me. Even in the dark, I can feel his gaze; it’s penetrating, intrusive, and inescapable. I wish he wouldn’t look at me like that because it makes me want to peel all my layers back and let him in, even while knowing he wouldn’t let me in.

“You had my dick in your mouth, and my thumb up your ass, but pissing in front of me is too much?”

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When it comes to Quinton, my hormones are all over the place. One minute, I want to punch him in the face, and the next, I want to sit on his face and let him devour me whole. It’s a disastrous idea.

Kissing is intimate. It’s passion and heart. It’s telling someone a secret with your lips. A secret only you and the other person can decode.”

For the first time in forever, I feel cherished and secure, and I let him continue kissing me.

“What secret did that kiss tell you?” he croaks. I have to force my swollen lips to move. “It told me you’re drowning too, so let’s drown together.”

He took my virginity and gave me my first real kiss. What else of mine will he claim next? My heart? No, we could never love each other. Could we?

“Men are finicky creatures, don’t let him bring you down. You’re beautiful and kind, and if he doesn’t see your worth, that’s on him. Don’t settle for someone like that.”

Wise words bestie

“We all have days where we mope, cry, and whine. What matters are the days when you get back up and continue pushing on.”

She sounds so defeated. And I hate it. Something crushed her spirit, and because I had nothing to do with it, I don’t like it.

I’m tired of people messing with her. Maybe it’s time I make it clear to everyone. There is only one person who is allowed to mess with her. Me.

What’s important is that everyone knows she belongs to me, she is mine, and I don’t like sharing.

“Just making sure everyone knows who you belong to.” “Don’t say stuff like that. I belong to you as much as you belong to me, which is not at all.” “You are very wrong because you are mine. Mine to torment, mine to touch, and definitely mine to fuck.”

We might be like fire and ice, but we detonate when we come together.

I’m sounding like a damn caveman. Next thing I know, I’ll be pissing in a circle around her.

I used to be happy, smiling, and excited for the next day. Now, I hide my teeth behind my lips more often than not. I can’t remember the last time my smile was genuine. I can’t remember the last time I was happy—no, not happy, but truly happy.

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He’s sharp as a knife, ready to cut your throat and watch you bleed out, while at the same time, he still finds a way to be so breathtakingly gorgeous it hurts.

I swallow the stupid emotions that are building at the back of my throat because of him. I don’t know why he’s being so kind to me lately, why he’s gone from tormenting me to treating me like a friend, but I don’t like it.

“Spend the night with me,” I half plea, half order. I’m not sure what she’s going to say, but I expect her to be the smarter one out of the two of us, but she surprises me when she yawns and nods her head yes. Fuck, we’re ruining each other, and if we don’t stop, something bad will happen. Something that neither of us can come back from, and yet, all I can do is throw caution to the wind and slip back inside her to forget how wrong it is.

He moves me back under the water and rinses the soap from my hair. Our gazes collide, and the air in my lungs becomes heavy. It hits me then with enough force to knock me off my feet. I’m falling for him, or maybe I already have, and it’s simply taken me this long to realize it.

“What’s wrong?” Quinton asks, sensing the change in my demeanor. I look him dead in the eyes because I know deep down even if he doesn’t want to feel it or acknowledge it, we’re moving into a territory that neither of us will come back from. One of us has to be strong enough to end it before it’s too late. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” I gesture to the space between us. “Showering?” He laughs. “Normal people shower, Aspen.” I glare at him. “That’s not what I’m talking about, and you know it. We both know it. There’s no point in ignoring it. Whatever this is between us, it’s growing like a cancer, and if we don’t stop it…” “What?” he asks, his voice low, so low I almost can’t hear it over the rush of water from the shower. “What will happen?” “It’ll kill us both,” I say.

The organ in my chest thuds loudly, but I don’t feel it. I can’t believe it took me until now to realize I’m falling in love with my enemy. I’m falling in love with the villain in my story, and I don’t know if I’m strong enough to let him go.

No one is coming to save me. No one can protect me. Matteo is going to break me, and I’ll never be able to put myself back together again.