Page 25 of Unforgivable

I won't tolerate this behavior forever.

If you block me, I will come there myself to get what I want. Try me.

You ungrateful, selfish brat. Do not ignore me.

You owe me.

It was death by a thousand texts. I had ignored every one of them, but realized that couldn't last forever. Blocking her would only make it worse, I knew that from experience. Imagining her coming to my apartment and intruding on the safe haven I found away from her had me anxious as fuck. It momentarily had me regretting not fleeing to a college out of state just to be truly free of her, but UT was my dream. Mine and my mom's. I'd be damned if I let that bitch ruin it for me.

That thought triggered another one of Rhys andhow he had nearly ruined it for me with a single phone call. Aunt Blair's incessant texts had my anger bubbling up, rerouting conveniently to my pet target. My shower exploits had confirmed my suspicions about what Rhys really wanted. He might have hated me for toying with him, but I would bet my life he hated himself more for wanting me. It's exactly where I needed him to be. His torment was delicious and I couldn't get enough. It was feeding the darker parts of me I'd buried long ago, parts born from pain and suffering. Now I had somewhere to direct that darkness.

I had given him a day to lick his wounds and let his anger toward me cool before texting him on Tuesday on my way to class.

Me

So how was your Monday, Sweetness?

I couldn't stop my lips from twitching when I saw the text was read almost instantly followed by the responding bubbles popping up and disappearing several times. Clearly Rhys was feeling some type of way after what happened between us, and it made me irrationally eager to see how he'd respond.

Rhys

Considering I wasn't casually violated by any psychopaths, I'd mark it as a win.

His sarcasm had me biting back a smile. I had expected nothing less of the sassy little Vitamin-D reject. Strangely enough, his pale skin in the shower had made his ass look silky smooth and biteable. I could almost imagine my bite mark fitting just right?—

Woah, where the actual fucking fuck did that come from? Get your shit together, Hawkins. Sweet mercy, I need to get laid if the twink is the one getting me horny now.

Me

Is it really a violation if you begged for it?

Rhys

Most people wait for an invitation before pawing at someone like an animal.

Me

Ah, but the invitation was all over your face. You had some lovely, violet “fuck me eyes” going on there.

Rhys

No no, those were “fuck off eyes”. Also I'm pretty sure my face was screaming “restraining order”.

Me

Oops! That looks like another dollar for the swear jar for you, Sweetness.

You should really do something about that dirty mouth of yours. I could always find something to fill it for you…

Rhys

You stick that anywhere near my mouth, my teeth will become your personal penis guillotine. Then you'd really owe that swear jar of yours.

I snorted out a laugh at his threat, and several heads turned my way. Rhys was so much fun to fuck with, and I had to admit I found him entertaining. It was exactly what I needed to get out of my head where the looming shadow of my aunt dwelled.

Me

Before you go all Marie Peen-toinette on my dick, just consider the possibility you might like it. Have you ever given a BJ?

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