Page 92 of Dare To Break

He’s still spying on me. Why?

I clutch the phone and sit on the edge of the bed to reply.

Me: Why should I tell you anything? Are you jealous?

He answers in less than a minute.

Unknown number: I thought you wanted to play.

Me: I do, but you keep ghosting me, so I thought it was over.

Unknown number: Tell me what he did to you, and maybe the games can begin again.

Me: How do I know you won’t vanish again?

Unknown: You’re just going to have to trust me, Kitten.

I hesitate, my fingers hovering over the buttons.

What the hell do I type? What would sound right for the noises he must have heard through Miles’ door? Is he a student on this floor? Is this a clue to his identity? Is he one of the senior boys?

Using my imagination, I give him what he wants.

Me: He used his mouth. Licked me between my legs. Kissed my breasts.

Unknown number: That’s all?

Me: Yes.

Unknown number: You didn’t ride his dick?

Heat burns my cheeks at the image his words invoke.

Me: We’ve only gone as far as second base.

Unknown number: How many times?

I frown.

Me: How many times what?

Unknown number: Don’t be bashful, Kitten. How did you put it? He licked you between your legs. How. Many. Times?

I tap a random number.

Me: 5.

Unknown number: Bench. Now.

I shoot a nervous glance toward the door.

Me: But I’m about to have dinner.

Unknown: Don’t give a fuck. Now or we’re done. For good.

Is it my imagination or is he jealous? A jolt of excitement sweeps through me .

Me: I’m leaving now.

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