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He approached me and gripped my hips.

“I knew you’d torture me, but I didn’t expect it to be this agonizing.”

I giggled as he pulled me off the counter and propped my palms on his chest.

“It’s only just begun, baby,” I repeated the words he’d said just the day before.

He looked at me with crazy eyes, then exhaled through his nostrils.

“Yeah, you’re definitely going to torture me worse than I imagined.”

I could barely contain my hysterical laughter as Harris came out of the bathroom with me on his shoulder.

He’d struggled to dress me, and when he saw that I wasn’t really in the mood to submit to his abstinence, he hoisted me onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and walked out, muttering that I was going to send him straight to hell. He gave me a slap on the ass as I started to move in his grip.

“Behave yourself, you devil!”

I grinned. My hormones calmed down a little, but I was still determined to jump his bones, even if I was already on top of him.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll sink my teeth into your ass and the whole school will hear you,” he lowered me to my feet again and looked at me with those cursed eyes of his.

He almost laughed, but he held back.

“What?” I whispered.

Was there something on my face?

“It’s going to be impossible to hide what happened,” he said before opening the door and letting me go first while he was right behind me.

CHAPTER 11

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FAMILY PROJECTS

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Every pair of eyes in the room turned towards us.

Oh, devil take me!

I looked at Harris, peered at him with lucid eyes, and I realized what he was talking about. His lips were red and slightly swollen, and my nails had marked his neck, while some of the abrasions looked like real wounds. If he looked like that, I didn’t even want to think about what I looked like. I started chewing on my lips and felt how sensitive and inflamed they were.

He smiled, with the guilt of the world’s biggest whore, completely unaffected. All the while, my body was catching fire – parts I didn’t know could burn, were burning.

Jay whistled and Violet started laughing, then winked at me.

At that moment, I wanted to be buried.

My brain started to stabilize, and I finally began to realize what the fuck had happened in that bathroom. I could only move forward, because turning back time wasn’t an option, and praying wouldn’t magically heal the bites on my skin.

When I looked at our teacher, it was pretty clear that she knew what had happened too. She seemed… embarrassed.

Maybe I wasn’t such a magnet for trouble after all, or maybe it was Harris’ fault for getting caught up in the madness with me. I imagined how our geography teacher, whose name I’d forgotten, would have sent us straight to the principal.

“We’re sorry it took so long, Miss Ghelager,” he spoke again in that sweet, deceptive tone of voice – the whisper of a glorious demon.

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