Page 164 of Dare To Break

Eli

With the sound of ‘Where were you’ by Girlfriends in my ears, I step back and look at the sculpture in front of me. It’s coming together nicely. Parts of it are recognizable—arms wrapped around a torso, wings arching up. I can see it finished in my mind’s eye, although there’s a long way to go for the actual real piece of marble.

I stretch my neck from side to side, trying to ease the ache from keeping it in one position for so long while I worked on a particular part. My cell chimes, and I drop down into a crouch to retrieve it from my bag.

The message waiting for me tugs my lips up. It’s a photograph from Arabella. She’s snapped a shot of herself in the shower. The water is running down her body and she has one hand covering her breast. There’s absolutely nothing on show, but it makes my dick hard anyway. I laugh softly. She’s becoming bolder, not waiting for me to request photographs before sending them.

It’s been five days since we were last together, when she’d sucked my dick and I’d almost lost my mind from the pleasure of it. But with the Thanksgiving holiday coming up, and everyone going home for a week, I’ve had to focus on my art project. By the time the regular school day is over, I’ve been going straight to my sculpture where I spend the evening working, leaving me exhausted and aching. I’ve been in no condition to play games with Arabella without giving away who I was, so instead, I sent her dares and demands—all of which she followed.

Me: Tease.

She replies with another photograph. A side view of the curve of her ass, and the barest hint of a nipple. I lick my lips. Could I get away early and see her tonight?

Me: Show me more.

Kitten: Meet me tonight and I’ll do more than show you.

Me: What will you do?

Kitten: Anything you want.

I groan, running a hand down my face.

Me: Your boyfriend not satisfying you?

I don’t know why I send that. Actually, I do. I just don’t want to acknowledge what’s driving me. I hate the thought of Miles touching her, of doing the things I’ve done to her. Of doing more.

Kitten: Not the way you do.

Jealousy flares. Why the fuck is she still with him if she likes what I do so much?

Me: Sorry, Kitten. You’re just going to have to make do tonight. I have a prior commitment.

It’s not really a lie. Kellan has been complaining about how little time I’ve spent with him over the last week, so I agreed to finish early and hang with him tonight. But even while I clean up and head back to the dorm, my mind is trying to figure out a way to escape and meet with my unexpected obsession.

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Kellan is pacing the room when I finally open the door.

“You’re late.” He throws a towel and clean clothes at me. “Shower, fast. We have to leave in ten minutes.”

I catch everything automatically, and frown at him. “Did I miss something? Leave for where?”

“School pass for an outing to the movies. You’re driving. I’ll buy the popcorn. You’re welcome.” He shoves me toward the bathroom. “Hurry up.”

I shower in record time, with Kellan shouting countdown updates through the door, and he hustles me out of the room and down the hallway while I’m still pulling on my t-shirt.

“Fuck’s sake, what’s the hurry?”

He flashes me a grin, but doesn’t answer. “Hoodie.” He tosses it to me and I pull it over my head. “Keys.” They sail through the air just as my head pokes through the top and I scramble to catch them.

Other students are climbing into cars when we get to the parking lot, and we weave through them to where I’m parked at the very end. The lights on my Bugatti flash when I unlock it and we get in.

“Do I at least get to pick the movie?” I ask, firing up the engine.

Kellan snorts. “Fuck, no.”

I scowl but drive off the school grounds without arguing.

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