Chapter 7
I might have to take her up on that offer. Shove her to her knees on the dirty, piss–covered bathroom floor and pretend it’s my infuriating brother. I wasn’t interested in her offer earlier, and I’m still not, but I need release. I’m so damn pent–up.
Cole turns the corner, and 1 frown as I spot the guy trailing behind with a group of football players. Jack? Jackson?
“Who’s that?” I ask Mia while she trails kisses on my neck.
She peers over her shoulder. “That’s Jackson, one of Cole’s friends.”
So, I was right–Jackson.
“Why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
Mia opens her mouth to reply, when her friends shout her name from across the hall. Distracted, she meets them halfway and they embrace as though they haven’t seen each other in years.
I study Jackson’s curly blonde hair and thick arms. For a guy, he’s attractive. I’m not gay, but I can appreciate a good–looking dude when I see one, and Jackson is definitely one of those preppy popular guys with cheek dimples and a rich dad who bails him out of trouble.
Could he be my tormentor?
I suppose there’s only one way to find out.
When he pauses to talk to a junior in a denim skirt and fishnets, I reach for my phone and type out a quick reply.
I study him closely as I press send.
Me: What do you want?
Nothing happens, not even a flicker of a reaction on his face, except for the megawatt smile he directs at the girl. If his phone vibrates, he’s unaware or ignoring it.
My heart stalls when my phone pings, and I snap my gaze to the screen.
Unknown: Wrong question.
I scan the hallway, wondering if he’s watching me.
Me: Why?
Mia throws her head back and laughs loudly, but the sound fades into the background as another message appears on the screen.
Unknown: It’s not about what I want from you. The question you need to ask is what I want to do to you.
1 play along.
Me: Let me guess. Chase me? Make me suck your cock again so that you can blackmail me?
Mia returns, smiling brightly and swaying her hips, but I’m too distracted to appreciate the view, Jackson and his friends continue
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down the hallway, his gaze sirving over his shoulder to watch the L. His phone is nowhere in sight.
Mine pings and I know even before I lift the screen that my masked tormentor’s response will rattle me to the bone, but like an addict in need of a fix, I look down.
Unknown: Such simple–minded desires, Blaise. I’m disappointed.
The dots appear and disappear.
Unknown: I’m going to fuck up your world and everyone and everything in it. I’ll leave you so broken that you’ll crawl on your hands and bleeding knees, begging for scraps, begging for my cum. Begging for me to hurt you.
Unknown: By the time I’m done with you, nothing will be left for anyone else to salvage.
I nearly drop the phone when Mia pops up like a jack–in–the–box and fawns over me in front of her friends. We’re late for class, judging by the almost empty hallway.
Waving her friends goodbye, she steers me toward the bathrooms. I don’t stop her. I don’t object.
No, when she’s on her knees in the claustrophobia–inducing stall, I record a short video of my veiny hand in her blonde hair, twisting the strands, as her head bobs.
Me: Don’t tease me like that. Just look how worked up your cat–and–mouse game makes me. Maybe you want me to chase you
instead?
Before he can respond, I send another message.
Me: You’re playing with fire.
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