Page 35 of Shadowed Whispers

“I’m not ready, and I’m not willing, Bishop.” I push as much heat into my words as I possibly can.

“Oh, firefly, but I bet you are.” He tugs me backward, my head resting on his shoulder. He places a hand on the top of my thigh, right above my socks, and his fingers toy with the fabric.

“Is this what you wanted? What you thought would happen when you came searching for me?” I spit the words, angry at myself and at him.

“Yes,” he murmurs. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. Of course I tried to hunt you down as soon as I was back on campus.”

I smile, knowing it took him this long to find me.

“Guess you didn’t try hard enough.” I push back into his cock, savoring his hiss. “Tori is my roommate, Bishop. If you were really looking for me, then you’d know where to find me.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” His hand snaps up to my neck, where he grips me. He doesn’t completely cut off my air, but he’s damn close.

I fucking love it.

It’s why I’m convinced I’m broken. I survived assault more than once, and here I am, getting off on it. I bet the psychology professor would love that.

Dorian’s face flashes before my eyes. The hell? I am not thinking about that pompous prick right now.

“Yes, you are a liar and a thief, Bishop Mercer.” There’s a sadness in my voice that I can’t hide.

“Because you think I stole your heart?” He laughs, it cuts through me.

Screw him. “If you’re going to fuck me just to make Tori jealous, get it over with already. I have class in half an hour.” I want my words to hurt him, to cut him just as deeply as he cut me, but he only laughs, amused by me.

“Just because Tori wants me doesn’t mean I want to fuck her.” He releases my neck, sliding his hand down my body and across my breast to the hem of my skirt. “No, I want to fuck a certain little slut.”

I should hate the word. It’s degrading, but instead, I moan.

“That’s right,” he murmurs in my ear, his fingers sliding up until they toy with the lace of my panties. “Are you wet for me, Frankie?”

Frankie. Not firefly. It’s how I know he’s serious, and there is only one way this entire scenario is going to end—with his dick balls deep inside me.

“You know I’m soaked,” I answer despite my anger at him.

“And how many people did you let fuck this tight little cunt while I was gone?”

I laugh at him. If he wants to play games, then fine, I’ll play them right back. “Oh, there’s been a few,” I lie.

Bishop freezes behind me, his body going completely still. “What?” There’s shock in his voice.

I know I shouldn’t, and I know I’ll have to warn him, but I can’t stop the words from leaving my mouth. “Leo.” I moan his name, purposely trying to make Bishop jealous. “He fucks me slowly just how I like it, and Matteo is all darkness and sin.”

Bishop spins me around and slams me down on a desk, still holding me tight enough that I know I will bruise tomorrow.

“No one will ever fuck you the way I do,” he growls.

He isn’t wrong. Even now, my panties are soaked. My nipples harden in anticipation, and my breasts become heavy. Part of me just wants him to fuck me and get it over with, and the other part wants him to draw it out and make it hurt.

For some reason, I laugh at him. “No, but they can fuck me together.”

Instead of laughing this time, he leans over me, his erection hot against my thigh. When did he pull himself out?

“Such a dirty whore. Aren’t you, Frankie?” He moves my panties to the side and lines himself up. Pushing just the hot tip inside me, he groans. “Soaked and ready for my cock.”

I am a dirty whore, but only for him. I don’t know why I brought Leo and Matteo into this. I know it’ll come back to bite me in the ass later.

He flips my skirt over, baring my ass. I anticipate what he’s about to do next. The slap ricochets through the empty classroom, and the sting sends a hot spike of arousal straight to my clit.

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