Page 206 of Pretty Little Lies

He must see that I’m not catching on as quickly as he wants me to because he gives me a name I haven’t heard in years.

“Judah,” Torin quips sharply, causing my whole body to burn and freeze at the same time. Nothing frees from my throat as I stare back at him. “Your eyes give you away,” Torin accuses me with another shove of his cock inside me, but I can feel that this isn’t just screwing in a classroom but a point to make.

An action to take consequences for.

“You…you know Judah?” My question is a whisper as I hold in the pleasure still wanting to shove its way inside me.However, my heart just dropped to my stomach as Torin gapes at me like a stranger he’s never laid on upon.

“I know him,” Pretty Boy confirms. “Like I just said, he’s my fucking brother. And he wasn’t taken from me.”

I open my mouth to—I don’t know—explain? However, Torin’s large hand comes up to cover my mouth, tightly wrapping his fingers around my cheeks and digging the ends into skin.

His grip isn’t friendly. It’s full of anger. It’s laced with emotions that I can’t pinpoint them all.

“You killed him,” he semi-rightly accuses. “He begged you to leave with him…” His eyes cut into my soul when they narrow and burrow into my skull. “He loved you, didn’t he?”

I shake my head and reach for his hand to release me so that I’m able to speak, but Torin won’t let up.

He won’t stop fucking me either.

No matter how pissed he is, he won’t stop owning me. He won’t stop himself from releasing his hatred and rapture.

“He loved you like I was beginning to,” Torin sneers. “And you fucking put a bullet in him, didn’t you?”

No, a knife.

After he tried to kill me.

“What’s your game, baby? You lookin’ to take all the Titan seats?” His nostrils flare, and those pretty gold eyes darken. I’m not sure how he found out, but he’s already proven me guilty without a trial in his head. “You and that motherfucking Levi Wallace?”

I dig my nails into his skin to get me to speak. To give me an opportunity to explain myself, but Torin is as fucking stubborn as I am. He doesn’t release me, only squeezes harder and more assured of what he’s saying is true.

That’s the problem with being at the top—you’re paranoid.

You’re always waiting for the ball to drop with someone you trust and for someone to screw you over. Torin has been fucked over by many people, I’m sure; however, he doesn’t know the whole story.

And the fact that I took someone from him, that kills me inside.

His brother.

I obviously didn’t know. I didn’t know Torin at the time either, but would that of changed anything?

“Please,” I murmur underneath the skin of his palm.

“Please?” he repeats, shoving himself so hard and deep within me that tears prick the back of my eyes. “Isn’t that what he was doing?”

Let me talk.

“He wanted to save you.Iwanted to save you. I would’ve given youanything,” he snaps, barging and demanding me to open up wider for him. “Anything…just like him. Just like the only brother who gave a shit about me.”

I plead to him with my eyes, begging him to let me speak. He has to know it wasn’t intentional. That I didn’t start it.

Torin’s grip loosens, and I take a large inhale of air that I didn’t know I needed, but I quickly blurt out what I need to say before he changes his mind.

“I didn’t know he was your brother?—”

“Would that of changed anything?” Torin bites back through knitted brows.

“He tried tokillme, Torin. He tried to choke—” Apparently, giving him the idea, Torin’s hand wraps around my throat, and he squeezes, only leaving me a little breathing room to speak.

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