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Me: You told me to keep quiet when I moaned so we wouldn’t get caught by anyone. You said I was a dirty girl.

“Arabella, are you okay in there?” Lacy calls.

I jump and clutch the phone to my chest in panic.

“Yes. I’m just coming.” The second the words fly out of my mouth, I cringe.

Oh, God, why did I just say that? Has she guessed what I’m doing?

I set the phone to mute, and snatch up my discarded clothes, scrunching them into a ball. Unlocking the door with my free hand, I step out into the room, and cross the room in the dark toward my bed. The second my leg meets the mattress, I dump the clothes onto the floor, crawl under the blanket, and pull it over my head, so I can check the phone without Lacy seeing me.

Unknown number: Did you like the thought of getting caught? I already know you like being watched. Did it make you wet?

I nibble on my lip while I reply.

Me: Yes, I liked it.

Unknown number: It’s late. You’ve been such a good girl and should get some sleep. We’ll play again soon, Kitten.

I leave the phone on and hide it under my pillow. I’m in control of this, even if the rest of my life is a mess. Heat spreads through me at the thought of the fantasy I’ve just shared. Something close to what I’d written in my diary.

My diary.

I still don’t know where it is, and I’m hesitant to ask Elena. I’ll have to search for it when we go back to the house on break.

Chapter 40

Eli

I wake up with my hand on my dick, and the image of Arabella getting herself off in my head. The fact that I’m hard because of her makes me so fucking angry. Ignoring the fact my dick is screaming at me for release, I snatch my hand away and roll off the bed.

The burner cell is on my nightstand, and I grab it on my way to the bathroom, thumbing through the messages from the night before. The more I read, the hotter my anger burns. The fantasy she typed out makes it clear that Arabella is no innocent caught up in her mother’s machinations. No one as sweet and innocent as she behaved would ever spill such dirty detailed fantasies to a stranger.

And, oh, what a fantasy it is.

It makes me question whether she recognized my voice and is guessing the kind of thing I’d like to hear. My hand strokes over my dick again.

The stream of piss I’d directed into the toilet misses the bowl and splashes back against my leg.

“Fuck.”

I spin toward the shower, toss the cell on top of the towels folded neatly on the countertop, and strip out of my shorts, then push open the sliding door. When the cold spray hits my skin, it jolts my mind away from thoughts of Arabella with her fingers buried inside her pussy and turns my thoughts to the day ahead.

Most of the senior students will be heading into the nearby town for their first weekend pass off the school grounds. As long as we’re back by seven pm on both days, we are free to do as we please.

My plan is to go to the private locker I have in the post office and check for any parcels that might be waiting for me. Other than that, I have no real desire to spend time off-site.

“Eli?” Kellan banging on the bathroom door disrupts my thoughts. “Stop jerking off in there. I need to piss.”

I don’t answer him, finish washing, then step out of the shower and dry off. Grabbing the cell, I wrap the towel around my waist and walk back out into the bedroom. Kellan gives a low wolf whistle as I pass.

“Why, Mr. Travers!” He slaps a hand to his chest, puts on a fake southern access and flutters his eyelashes at me. “Have you been working out, sir? You look positively divine!”

I ignore him and rummage through my dresser for a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, and a few seconds later, I hear the bathroom door click shut.

I’m dressed and pulling on my sneakers by the time he comes back out.

“I’m going for a run. You coming?”

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