Page 67 of Loving the Liar

It’s impossible to shake my head. “Please. This is wrong. I can’t be that girl. I’m begging you.”

“You’re right. Isn’t it so wrong that I’m going to use any occasion of Megan turning her back to run to you and make you come on my dick? To drag you with me down the spiral of infidelity?”

“You can’t do that?—”

It’s so quick there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it. He flips up my uniform skirt and slaps my ass cheeks. One after the other.

“I can do anything I want, Ella. You’re an Aphrodite.”

My stomach drops. “Is that how you see me now?”

“I see you as the woman who told me I’d never have her again, and who’s going to eat her words. Now keep quiet while I make you feel good. It’s my favorite pastime.”

I open my mouth. Maybe to insult him, maybe to scream. I’m not sure and neither is he, so he doesn’t take a risk and slams his hand over my mouth.

“Do you know what I want to do to you when you don’t listen? Punish you. Would ramming my cock down your throat until you’re too sore to call for help do the trick?”

Heart slamming against my chest, I whimper behind his hand as I attempt to shake my head in his grip. Here he is, the demon that hides underneath. The man no one ever sees.

“There is not a place in this world where you’re going to escape me, Ella. Do you understand?”

He delicately puts his hand between my legs as he kicks them apart with his foot. When he pushes my panties to the side, my mind goes blank.

“Because I can not only use you as a whore at the temple, but I can also make you my dirty little secret on campus. We’ll hide it well, don’t worry. We wouldn’t want Megan to find out. And we both know your reputation means everything to you.”

Inhaling sharply through my nose, I don’t even know how to react. So I stay still and stop forcing back against him.

Sensing my compliance, he pulls his hand away from my mouth, calmly putting it between my shoulders, his other still cupping my pussy. He won’t let me turn around.

“You’re going to play along. Aren’t you, Sweets?” Two fingers spread wetness from my entrance to my clit, and when he presses against the nub, my mouth falls open. “We’re going to be discreet, don’t worry. She won’t catch us.”

“I can’t do this— Oh fuck.” He pushes a finger inside me, cutting my thoughts short.

“Can you see your desk from here?” he asks, moving his finger in and out at a teasing pace.

I nod, but that makes him tighten his grip on my hair.

“Come on. You know the drill. Give me words.”

“Y-yes,” I pant.

“Sweets,” he scolds, but it’s gentle. “Yes, what?”

“Please,” I moan. “Oh my god, please, don’t. I’m so scared someone will come in.”

I feel my entrance stretch when he adds a second finger. “Why does that make you so wet?”

My heartbeat is pounding so hard I’m afraid it’s going to knock against the old wooden door. What if someone catches us?

He moves torturously slow, my wetness practically leaking out of me, and my eyes flutter shut as he talks in my ear.

“Who takes care of you, Sweets? Who makes you wet? Who keeps you safe? Who will fight through everything for you?”

“Fuck…fuck…” I pant. “You do…” I hate myself for admitting that, but it feels so good and reassuring that a sense of relief washes over me as it resonates. “You do, Daddy.”

“That’s right, baby. Now, let’s try again. Do you see your desk?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

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