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"That's not what you were saying last night." He steps closer, sitting on the bed before his face comes to mine. My eyes fall on his lips and he pushes a lock of hair behind my ear. “No one messes with you except me, Rowland.”

"What's that supposed to mean?" I move my face back. “You mad everyone found out about you fucking the new girl from The Grove?”

“You’re right, I did fuck the girl from The Grove.” He moves to my ear. “And I enjoyed every bit of it. Did you?”

“It was a big mistake.”

“Didn’t seem that way when you were coming on my cock.” His fingers move up my thigh. “I want to see that again.”

He looks like he’s going in for a kiss but instead, he kisses my scar exposed with the way he has me tied. "Damien," I attempt to protest but it comes out with little force. He’s soft. Tender. Gentle. No one's ever kissed me there before. Not like that.

Damien doesn’t stop. He moves down my neck, to my chest and when he kisses my thigh, I squirm, overwhelmed by his lips near my folds again.

“You do something to me, Jo,” he growls. “And you have to pay for that.”

He tugs my panties to the side, and before I can protest, his tongue lands on my clit. I gasp, my body writhing in response to the way his tongue feels. Even with his over-the-top antics, I don’t want him to stop.

He groans, vibrations making him feel all the better, “Mm, that’s right. No one gets to make you squirm but me.”

Falling asleep next to Damien King is surreal.

I was so exhausted after our intense romp I completely knocked out. Waking up tied to my bed was a shock, but letting Damien do what he wanted to my body was as freeing as it was exhausting. My fear of relinquishing control didn’t matter. It felt too good to matter.

Damien made me come on his tongue three times. Each time more intense than the last. I couldn't stop him if I wanted to, my wrists marked from where he tied them.

I'm not sure what time it was when I dozed off to the feeling of his finger running along the thin skin of my lip. Before I fell asleep, I worried about explaining how Damien King got in my bed. How the fuck would I explain that to Vincent or the Archibalds?

But when I wake up the next morning, Damien has taken care of that for me. He's gone, the window still open, white curtain moving in the wind.

Last night was such a blur I’m starting to think I imagined the whole thing. Then reality sinks in. That’s three times Damien and I have hooked up.

Damien’s touch is unlike anything I’ve felt. Zane was always slow and sweet. Believe it or not, he was a romantic. A passionate casanova while Damien is an intense beast. It’s like he already knows how and where to touch me. Like we’ve been together before. I’m starting to wonder if I actually hate him.

I’m in a daze the entire way to school. Everything about Damien King is so wrong. Like Luca, he didn’t ask if he could do any of the things he did to me. But unlike Luca, I wanted it.

After hearing that it wasn't him who pulled the intercom prank, it made it a little easier. That leads me to my next thought, will he actually do something about it if Lea acted alone?

Willow’s waiting for me on the front lawn when Henry pulls up. In fact, there are a lot more students on the lawn than usual this morning. Their eyes are all at the front of the school, a couple of police officers standing at the top of the steps.

Henry lets me out of the car and when I approach Willow, Nate and Allie are already standing next to her. “What’s going on?”

They don’t take their eyes off the officers at the door as Allie answers, “No idea.” The officers are talking to Lea, pen and notebook in hand.

I put an arm around my sister, watching the action before the officers step aside. My eyes almost fall out of my head as an officer escorts Mr. Trout down the stairs in cuffs.

“Oh my god,” Nate says. “It’s true."

Lea says something to him, but we can't hear it from where we are. I can, however, make out the tears in her eyes. Mr. Trout holds his head down as he’s led to a cruiser in the school parking lot.

Damien steps out of the school, flipping his coin, a smug look on his face. Lea doesn’t see. By the time I look back at her she’s glaring at me. The officer says something to her and she starts following him down the steps. On her way, she stops to look at me, her face red and splotchy. “You’ll pay.”

“This wasn’t me.” I glance at Damien who’s leaning against the wall near the door, Isaac joining him.

“I’m supposed to believe that?" She narrows her eyes, pulling back a sniffle. Lea's looking for someone to blame and I'm her punching bag. "You're the one who told everyone at the game!"

“It’s rare in this school but I’m telling the truth." Everyone's eyes are on us but I'm not taking the blame for this one. "Are you surprised you might’ve pushed someone too far?”

"You're ruining my life Medusa and don't think I won't ruin yours."

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