Page 7 of The Secrets of a Sin

Reaching into my top dresser drawer, I pull out an oversized t-shirt, and some cotton shorts and swiftly undress my uniform. Once I’m stripped bare, I throw on my shirt and step into my shorts before falling back on my bed and grabbing one of the books. Backing my ass up the bed, I shuffle my feet until I’m covered in my blanket and my head is resting against my pillow. I read for what feels like hours as I’m fully engrossed in the book now. I feel as though I’m a part of the story, actually witnessing and visualizing everything in my head as I continue to read each page.

It’s working.

It’s actually working.

My thoughts were invaded with the story instead of my urges. They were all forgotten about but soon, my eyes began to feel heavy, and the real work was just about to begin.

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“You.” I found him. Crying out with a shaky finger pointed in his direction, he looks surprised that I actually came here for him. It wasn’t that hard to find out who they were, just a simple search on Facebook led me to our rival school which they reigned. “You motherfucker!” I shove against his burly chest repeatedly until I feel his hands grasp my arms to stop me.

“Good to see you too, Char.” He laughed.

He fucking laughed. After everything they both put me through.

Peering up into his dingy eyes, I feel my stomach twist into knots as he smiles wickedly.

“Why?” I scream with tears rushing down my face. I didn’t care that the whole student body was watching our altercation. My life was already ruined so I didn’t have much else to lose. “Why, Kai?” My voice cracks and he doesn’t appear affected at all. If anything, he looked pretty damn proud of himself.

“We wanted you.” He answers simply, but I knew there had to be more to it than that. “But I wanted to ruin you more.”

Stunned, I take a small step away from him watching him with fearful eyes. “What do you mean?” I ask shakily as he rakes his eyes down my body appreciatively.

“Ask your daddy.” He licks his lower lip while taking a cautious step towards me. “I almost didn’t send the video.” He mentions, like that would somehow make me feel better.

Shaking my head, I can’t wrap my head around the fact he just said “ask your daddy.” What did he do?

“I knew that’d be the last time we got to fuck you.” His voice lowers and I’m immediately brought back to the night we shared together. Me straddling him, his mouth on my flesh, him taking my purity away. “I wanted more.” He backs me up into the locker until I'm caged into it with two large arms holding me hostage. “We wanted more.” He purrs, sparking the flame inside me that burns until I’m fully satisfied.

Why was I like this? How can my body react to him like this after everything he did? I was yearning for his touch, my skin hot and achy for any part of him to be on me. It was mortifying that I couldn’t stop the need that was coursing through me. On the inside, I was screaming, fighting these feelings with sane and rational thoughts but once again, the crazed side of me took over.

“You’d let me fuck you right here, wouldn’t you?” He presses, leaning in closer to me without touching my flesh. With his mouth millimeters away from mine, I feel his hot breath dance across my face, torturing me with his lips that have been all over my body. “You don’t care if the whole school watches, do you?” He grins, drawing his eyes down to my chest. His eyes land on my crucifix necklace that rests right above my breasts, and he grabs it roughly, tugging on the chain. “You think you’re a woman of god now?” He jokes with a frightening laugh that threatens tears to fall. With a sharp yank of the necklace, he tears it off my neck. “Whores like you belong in hell.” He tosses my chain down the hallway, clogging my throat with his hurtful words. He wants to mess with my head and tear me down but with the hard slap of my palm to his face, I show him that I’m not as weak as I appear. His head flies to the right and everyone in the hall around us becomes silent.

Crickets.

His head remains in the same position as his hand comes up and lightly brushes his red cheek with a smirk. “You live up to your McKinney name.”

With my palm still twitching from the slap and my rage intensifying, I shove him hard until I have room to escape. My feet carry me until I make it about halfway down the hallway and I feel a rough hand grab me and drag me into a dark closet where he locks the door. By the woodsy scent, I already know it’s Kai. My mouth opens to scream but his palm smacks over my mouth to silence me.

“Try to scream all you want, Char.” He teases. “You leave when I say you can leave.” He growls, backing me into a wall until my front is plastered to his front. The room was pitch black, making everything more frightening but the certain thrill of not being able to see sent my heart crashing. With one hand still covering my mouth, his other hand lands on my hip, digging roughly into my skin until my mouth widens on a groan.

Jesus, Charlotte, stop moaning.

You can’t want this.

His fingers duck under the material of my shirt, trailing up slowly until they reach the cup of my lace bra. Without hesitation, he pushes the bra up until my breast is exposed and palms it firmly. My body was lost to his touch, arching into his hand wanting more.

“This is the last time, McKinney.” He snarls, using my last name to hurt me more than he already has. And the sad thing was, I didn’t care. Didn’t care that he hated me. Or that he completely fucked me over and ruined my life. Everything was screwed up anyway and, at this point, my body needed another release, and he was the only man that was here to give it to me. His hand dropped from my breast and down to the top of my jeans where he began to unbutton them and drag them down my legs with one hand. Once they were at my feet, I quickly kicked out of them and felt him tear at my thong until it was ripped from my figure.

My body was twisting in anticipation as I listened to the hiss of his jeans and a groaning sound escape from him. “Scream, and I’ll do more than fuck you.” He snarls as he slowly removes his hand from my mouth then swiftly grasps the back of my legs and lifts me until I’m wrapped around his waist, and I can feel his warm cock nudge my entrance. He doesn’t wait to see if I’m ready, he just softly inhales then drops me down onto him until I’m filled fully.

Yes.

Tossing my head back, I smack the wall hard as he bounces me with brute force on his hard cock. He doesn’t hold back. He fucks me like he hates me as he pounds into me with no remorse. With one hand palming my ass, he places the other on my shoulder, pushing me down hard onto him as my breath hitches in desire. “If daddy only knew you were back for round two.” He pants teasingly causing my eyes to widen and peer around me for a camera.

How could I be so stupid.

“Don't worry.” He slows his thrusts down until I can feel every curve of his dick inside me. “This time it's only for my enjoyment.” He picks up his speed. Deeper and harder, I’m tossed into the pit of ecstasy again, but I need more. The thought of kissing him crossed my mind, but I didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of me wanting his mouth.

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