Page 109 of Dare To Break

I grab her hand and press it against the front of my pants. “What’s my dick telling you now, Lacy?”

She squeezes, frowns when I don’t get hard, and then purses her lips.

“I’ll tell you, so you don’t have to burn out any more brain cells. You can’t afford the loss. There’s a reason we fucked once, and I didn’t come back to repeat the experience.”

“Because I have a boyfriend.”

I pat her cheek. “Sure. That’s the reason. Thanks for the diary. Now fuck off.” I start to close the door.

“Wait! The mural?”

“You’ll have it in time for your stupid party.” I shut the door in her face and turn, slapping the book against my palm. I want to read it, but I need to get some work done on my sculpture before curfew. I tuck the diary under my bed with the other one, grab a hoodie and leave the room, making sure the door is locked behind me.

***

“You’re staring.”

My eyes snap to Kellan. “What?”

“I said you’re staring … like a creeper.”

“No, I’m not.” But my gaze drifts back to where Arabella sits with her back to me beside Miles a few rows away. We’re sitting on the bleachers, at Kellan’s insistence, while the football team practices on the field below.

It’s been a week since I left her in the tomb, and she hurt herself. A week since she told me to leave her alone. A week since she stopped responding to my texts.

“Yes, you are. And they’ve noticed. Thankfully, you look more crazy than lovesick.”

“Fuck you. Why are we here anyway? I fucking hate football.”

“It was either sit here or get roped into helping with the Halloween dance decorations.” He opens a bottle of Coke and hands it to me. “I think I’m broken.”

That catches my attention, and I turn to look at him. “Broken?”

“Yeah.” He waves a hand toward Miles, who has his face buried into Arabella’s hair. “I was sure he was gay.”

“Really?” I glance over at him, lip curling as he brushes her hair away from her throat and places a kiss just below her ear. “Considering the moans he was pulling out of her the other week, he’s either straight or bi.”

“Maybe that’s it.”

I pull out my cell and open the texts.

“I think she’s done, Eli.” He jerks his chin toward where the pair of them are now giggling, their heads close together.

“She’ll be back. There’s a darkness inside her. She won’t be able to resist.”

“Oh, I think she’ll resist. Girls will only take so much shit before they decide they’ve had enough.”

I scroll through the messages I’ve sent her. All of them are still marked as unread.

“She’s not going to answer.”

“I apologized for leaving her there.”

Kellan laughs. “Eli, you took her to the tomb, made her strip, gave her a … a pussicure, then took—”

“What the fuck is a pussicure?”

“Like a manicure, only for pussies. You gave her a trim … without asking first, I should add. Then you took photographs, and then you didn’t even give her an orgasm before you walked out and left her alone in the fucking cemetery in the dark. On what planet is she going to come back for more after that?”

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