Page 88 of Depraved Desires

In a couple more thrusts, Myles spilled into me, the warmth of his liquid filling me.

“What the fuck?” A familiar voice called out, slicing through our intimate session. I hadn’t even heard the door open.

Myles pulled out, his chest glistening with sweat. His dark hair was plastered against his forehead, and his cheeks were rosy. He looked like an animal. A glorious, miraculous, sexy beast sent here to devour me and test all of my boundaries. My gaze skipped down to the wound I’d inflicted, blood smeared along it from his body being pressed against mine.

As expected, his blood was smeared along my abdomen. Foster shifted from beside me, tearing away completely. My heart beat wildly in my chest from what had just happened and I propped myself up on my elbows, my eyes finding Collin’s from across the room. His jaw was coiled tight with tension, which confused me. Weren’t these guys into sharing? Plus, Madison had just been all over him.

“Figured you’d be off doing Madison,” Myles commented, reaching down and snatching up his clothes before climbing into them.

Foster adjusted himself inside his jeans before rising too. He walked around the room, grabbing my clothes and bringing them to me. Surprise flickered through me at the gesture. The last time we’d been intimate, he’d turned cold soon after. Then again, he’d only really kissed me this time and touched my breasts. Maybe that was progress.

I hurriedly got dressed, the ache between my legs potent. Myles hadn’t been gentle. Then again, what else did I expect? He was ruthless in everything he did. Why would sex be any different?

“The pizza is probably here,” Myles continued when Collin hadn’t responded. His eyes traced over me, a glimmer of something dark and heated swirling within them. “I’ll be back.” He turned, stalking across the room where he shouldered past Collin and disappeared out into the hall.

It felt slightly easier to breathe with him out of the room. My head raced at what had just occurred. Why had I given in? His presence was so dominating, and I liked the way he enjoyed being cut. It was a turn on like nothing I’d ever experienced. What the hell did that say about me?

My head throbbed as I pulled myself into a sitting position. I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol this time, though. Not when I’d only had a single drink.

“Get your fix?” Collin’s words were harsh as they echoed through the room.

Now I wasreallyconfused. It wasn’t even that long ago when I woke to Myles between my legs and Collin lying beside me, encouraging it. Was he bipolar, or something? Or was he only okay with it as long as he was in the room, too?

Annoyance flared to life inside of me. I’d forgotten just how fast he could switch. One second, he was the nice, golden-retriever type, and then the next…he was as ruthless and cruel as the rest of them.

“Did you?” I snapped back. His bitch of a girlfriend, or whatever the hell she was, threw my food on the floor and he didn’t do shit to stop it. Gia and Raven had been right. Madison was the girl he’d always run back to.

He shrugged, running his hands through his light, brown hair. My gaze followed the muscles in his neck and my heartsank at what I found there. Two purple bruises coating his golden skin, just above the collar of his hoodie. No wonder it took him so long to get over here. He hadn’t bothered to follow us. Instead, he went back to either his room, or hers. He was a fucking joke.

Foster followed my line of sight and shook his head, clearly just as displeased with what he found there as I was. “You’re a goddamn idiot,” he muttered, shaking his head again. He moved across his room and reached into his top dresser drawer, where he pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Why had I thought for one second that Collin actually felt sorry for what he’d done to me? This was a prime example that he didn’t give a shit. I wouldn’t make the same mistake again. I’d already come out looking like a fool once because of him. There wouldn’t be a third time.

“What was that?” Collin growled, pinning his golden eyes on Foster who was in the middle of lighting his cigarette.

I stood and made my way over to Foster. He looked at me for a moment but didn’t even need to ask what I wanted. It was probably written all over my face. He grabbed another cigarette out of his pack and handed it to me. I placed it between my lips and Foster held the lighter out, igniting it in an orange flame. I inhaled, my eyes staying pinned on his as smoke bellowed out of the stick in my mouth.

“I asked you a question, Henderson,” Collin pressed with an edge to his voice.

Foster rolled his eyes before giving him his attention. “I said you’re a fucking idiot,Walker. I don’t recall stuttering.”

The tension in the room thickened. I didn’t understand why Foster was angry with him. This was a side to Collin I’d witnessed before and hoped had changed. Instead, he’d just proven to me why it would be stupid to trust him. I sucked in a large breath of smoke before blowing it out into the air again.The nicotine burned my chest in the best way, giving me the smallest reprieve from what was happening around me.

Collin snorted a humorless laugh that sounded almost deranged. “Why?” he countered. “Myles made it clear that Aspen was untouchable until he got what he wanted. I have needs.” Pain sliced through my chest, and I dropped my attention to the floor, not wanting either of them to see the hurt on my face.

I could feel Foster staring regardless of my attempts to hide it, though. Heat spread through my body from the unwanted attention. I glanced up just in time to see Foster rounding on his best friend with a deadly look in his eyes.

“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Room,” he enunciated slowly.

Collin looked over at me, and for a second, he almost looked guilty. Finally, he let out a scoff and turned to exit the room, letting the door slam behind him.

Silence enveloped us soon after and relief rolled off my shoulders. Why did he have to be such a dick? He was just like every other guy. Nothing but a fuckboy with a pretty face and smooth words that didn’t mean shit.

“You good?” Foster asked, startling me.

I glanced over at him cautiously, wondering why the hell he was being so nice to me today. “Why do you care?” I pressed, asking the question that had been rolling through my brain on repeat since the cafeteria.

He took a drag of his cigarette before shrugging. It wasn’t exactly an answer, but it was definitely better thanFuck off. Like I said before. Progress.

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