Page 17 of Promise to Break

Up and down. A grunt.

Up and down. My name on his lips.

A furrow of his brows. Another sound.

My name. Again and again.

"Wild Child. Fuck. Fuck, I'm going to come, knowing you'll sleep in a bed that smells like me. I've been thinking about the fucking banana on your lips this whole time, Maricela. My little girl!" he shouts as a thick white substance covers my pink panties with a scent that is too bizarre, yet too familiar at the same time. As if it's right. As if this moment had to happen at some point, and everything we did and said to each other these past two years was building up to it.

He moans again and rolls to his side. "Now that I took the edge off, we can talk. Can't we?" He's still lying on my bed, waiting for me to bolt.

"No, we can't," I reply, my voice shaky, and I hate myself for that.

"Tell me, my little girl, was I your first?"

"N–no." I tumble over the word.

"Liar. You are such a terrible liar. I love it."

"Get out of here. This is harassment."

He chuckles at my words as if he didn't shake my world to its core just a few seconds ago. He stands, dripping his cum all over my fluffy blanket, the one I bought with my well earned money. His dick is still hard, and I see the remains of his release on that damn piercing.

My tongue comes out to wet my lips. He notices. Of course, he does.

Killian sighs. "I'll leave you the evidence of my crime, and you know why? Because this establishment is mine. It belongs to the deviants. Everyone knows it. Even if you called the principal, he'd just watch me take your mouth and fuck it with this cock, because I own this place, and I own you, Wild Child."

He's close, so close to me I can smell him.

I try to concentrate and listen to his words. Finally, I do just that, knowing I can't let this go. I can't let him get me under his spell. So before I open my eyes, I try to remember all the things he's done to me.

First day at college, he told everyone I was persona non grata. Hearing that, his soldiers dumped a large can of garbage over my head. The second week of school, they entered my room and painted all my uniforms with racial slurs. The next month, they put cockroaches in my locker. And on and on it went.

"I'm not your fucking property." My finger is directed at his chest, stubbing him with it. "I'm fucking nothing to you. I am nothing." I do a show of lifting my hands in the air. Showing him that there's nothing else to see.

"And let me guess. It's easier to be nothing, so you want me to leave you alone because if I take from you, it will make you someone, and you're too much of a coward to handle it."

He lifts my chin with his finger, making me look up at him. I do. I look at this cruel, handsome face, and I'm powerless to do anything else. "So, what if I am?"

"A little girl like you can't be anything. You're a Fierro now, and the Fierros are everything."

"I am not a Fierro. I'm a Fernandez."

The sound that comes out of his mouth isn't nice at all. "So, what are you going to do to stop me, Little Girl? Tell me, what can you do?"

My eye catches the clothes he left on the floor. I can't believe I missed those when I came in.

"Are you going to make me dress up?" He looks amused as he inches closer and starts touching his cock again. I back down, taking my phone from the shelf. He sees it and only smirks as he keeps moving, backing me up. I duck down and try to reach the door, but he stops me, making me face him. His skin is warm to the touch.

"Will you let me?" I mock him and bend over.

"What are you playing at?"

"I'll do anything for you to leave me alone." I gather his clothes, and as I stand to my full height, he pecks me on the lips. I would probably let myself think more about the warmth of his mouth, but what I do next shocks both of us. Because I don't think as I lift my leg and connect it with his dick as harshly as I can while looking him right in the eyes.

It takes him a second to register what I've done as I run with his clothes outside of my dorm room and into the hallway. I don't bother closing the door, either. It's not like he's going to come out for his next class bare-ass naked.

I run, knowing he's absolutely right.

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