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“You’re just a prop. She gets just as wet for me if we’re alone. You don’t need to be there.”

“Is that jealousy in your voice, Eli? I am not hot for your little pussy cat.”

“No, it’s not jealousy and I know you’re not. If I thought you wanted her for yourself, I wouldn’t let you join in. She wrote about having the attention of two men focused on her and you’re the only one I’d trust with that.”

“You mean I’m the only friend you have.”

I shrug and reverse the car out of the parking lot. “Same thing.”

“Why are you so intent on fulfilling all those dirty little fantasies she wrote about, anyway? And don’t feed me any more bullshit on how it’s to teach her a lesson or prove she’s just like her mom. She clearly isn’t, and the only lesson you seem to be teaching her is how much pleasure she can get from her body.”

“I taught her how to suck my dick as well. Don’t forget that.”

“No, that was definitely a valuable lesson. Doesn’t answer my question though.”

I don’t answer him until we’re driving through the grounds of Churchill Bradley.

“She’s stronger than I expected. I like playing with her.” I glance over at him. “Not toying with her but playing. She committed to the game and makes her own moves in response to mine.”

“She challenges you?”

“She torments me,” I admit in a driven undertone. “It’s not enough to make her come for me in the dark. I want to crawl inside her head and find out everything about her. I want to reach out for her during the day and claim her.” My laugh is bitter. “Could you imagine? She fucking hates the sight of me.” I slice another look at him. “I know, before you say it. I know it’s my fault. I started this, and I need to figure out a way to end it.”

Chapter 107

Arabella

It’s been another five days since Sin turned up at the movie theater and made me orgasm in the dark. He’s still sending dares, but it feels like something has shifted between us again. It’s as though he’s pulling away from me, and I don’t like it.

I check my phone, but there’s no response to my last text.

Just as ordered, I’d excused myself in the middle of class to go and play with myself in the girls’ restroom until I came.

I wonder what he’ll make of the video. I recorded myself in the locked stall, my greedy fingers in my pussy, and his name on my lips. He never asked me for it, but I wanted to tease him like I’d been doing all week. Photo after photo of me in different naked poses.

Is he getting bored of me?

The thought leaves me dizzy with panic. Fingers flying over the cell of the screen, I send another message.

Me: I miss you.

God, I sound desperate and pathetic.

We’re a week away from the Thanksgiving break, and the thought of being around Eli and my mother so much leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. She’ll expect us to play happy families. Live a pretty little lie.

Why should I pretend to make her happy?

I don’t want to go.

I drop the phone into my bag and grab the book I’m looking for. Evan is talking to Tina next to her locker further down the busy hallway, as everyone heads to the cafeteria for lunch.

The second our eyes lock, she pushes away from him and marches right up to me.

“I hear your mom is a drunk and a drug addict who can’t keep her legs together. Did she fuck Travers’ dad into putting a ring on her finger? Is that what you’re planning to do, too?”

Her nasty words are so close to what Eli has thrown at me from day one that all I feel is white-hot rage.

You will never be anything more than the daughter of a gold-digger. You’re nothing to me, understand? I won’t rest until you’re gone. You’ll either leave willingly by car or in a box, I don’t care which. Frightened Miles will dump you now, knowing you’re kissing other guys behind his back? It has to make him wonder if you’re spreading your legs for them too.

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