Page 13 of Scorching Lies

My knees lock when I notice it’s a voice that doesn’t belong to one of the brothers. Then… Who the fuck?

“Don’t look so scared, sweetness. I don’t bite.”

My laugh is forced, but not out of fear. The only ones who have the power to hurt me are apparently absent, so I relax, giving the facade of trust.

Mistake number one.

Stepping to the side, my stare stays on his dark one. No light touching his frame from where he stands, still shrouded in shadows. His voice is deep for a student, but then again most of the students are more man than most. Inching my foot up the ashen grey brick wall, the ball of my foot presses into the brick. I make sure my back is leaning against the wall because the last thing I’ll do is give him an opening. I assess the man hidden in the shadows in front of me. It’s the need for him to hide his face that has me on edge, but I ignore it in place of curiosity. You know what they say, curiosity killed the pussy, or cat.Whatever.

“And you are?” I raise a brow.

Heat skates down the right side of my body, awareness of another pair of eyes on me, coming from the direction I just left. So, our little friend is still there watching and waiting. For what I don’t know, but I plan on finding out. No one can be trusted here at Hawthorne. Rolling my lips between my teeth, my head dips to the side in question.

“Let’s just say I’m a friend. From the looks of it you could use one.” His voice scratches on the last word giving him away.

A small laugh slips out, “I think I have enough friends but thanks.”

Twisting the edge of myCoheed and Cambriashirt between my fingers my tongue wets my lips. Bending forward, my foot still propped against the wall, I zero in on his form.

“I don’t need friends who are too pussy to show themselves. So, tell me. What exactly can I do for you since there’s fuck all you can do for me.”

A big fake ass smile paints along my lips, my back straightens but my gaze never leaves the spot where his should be. Movement from the darkness grabs my attention and a low laugh leaves me. I guess my shadow doesn’t like being called out on his bullshit. Putting my foot back on the tile floor I listen for the bell that’s about to go off and time it just right. The long ring startles my little shadow here so I use that as a distraction for me to slip behind the door to my left but not before I spot tattooed arms and brown hair.

I slam the door behind me, darkness engulfs me because fuck I walked right into a closet trying to make the slip from whoever that was. Using the band on my wrist I pile my hair on my head to let my neck get air. All this hair has sweat building around the collar of my shirt.

Like it has nothing to do with not one but two different sneaky fucks following me around?

My eyes roll to the top of my head, with that thought my hand closes over the doorknob when the door swings open. My whole body is slammed backwards at the same time. My shoulder jarsagainst metal, forcing a cry from my lips but it’s hushed with a hand over my mouth. Panic immediately shoots through me. Warm fingers close over my throat while the other hand keeps my screams quiet.

“Always making noise killer.”

Ryker.

“That’s it. Your body already knows my touch so well.”

Shaking my head against his hand trying to break his hold I bring my knee up but miss his junk, instead hitting his thigh. He grunts from the force only to laugh at the attempt. Spinning us around my back is forced into the door, my eyes barely adjusting to the dark, only able to see his silhouette. Leaning closer his lips skim my earlobe, his words hot on my flesh.

“Who were you talking to killjoy?”

His words are soft against my skin but the edge behind them is still there. He’s fuming at the thought of me breaking his little rule so I decide to fuck with him. I’m sick of him touching what he doesn’t own. My tongue presses into his fingers against my mouth so he removes it letting me speak.

I wipe my mouth, a small smirk presses along my lips, letting him see just how much I love it, “Oh him? He’s just someone who wanted to see what I taste like. You know, since no one on campus is allowed to, I thought I’d find someone who is. I guess since he’s a real man, he isn’t scared of little boys who think they run the school.”

I’m pushing it. I know it because his entire body tenses with each word that leaves my mouth but I can’t seem to stop. I fucking crave it. He doesn’t own me and he never will. The hand aroundmy throat tightens from a soft touch to a bruising hold so fast a choking cough sputters out. He steps into my space, his knee slips between my thighs, pressing into me.

“Oh princess, I thought you were smarter than that.” He tisks, rage barely suppressed.

Turning my head roughly against the wood he exposes my neck. Dropping his mouth to the skin between my jaw and collarbone, biting until my skin tears under his teeth.

“Fuck!” I cry out.

“Yeah baby, scream for me. Let everyone know exactly who fucking owns you. I’m going to brand this pretty pink pussy with my name before I ruin you. Did you know my dick fucking aches when I mark your skin?”

Sucking, biting, sucking, biting. He repeats the same pattern up and down my neck. Blood dripping down my throat in small drops from the cuts his teeth caused. Frustration builds, my stomach filling with acid, but my panties are drenched through it all. A fact he reminds me of.

Trailing his tongue from my jaw to my ear his next words have my heart in my throat, “I can’t wait to feel how wet you are.”

“Go to hell.” I grit.

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