Page 102 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

I shove my finger in to the hilt and do the same with my dick, bottoming so deeply inside her that goosebumps erupt across her skin.

When I pull out, I do the same with my finger, only to shove both back in a second later. Six’s eyes roll into the back of her head as her orgasm hits and she comes screaming loudly into my hand.

She takes me over the edge with her and I climax with a shuddering breath, spilling my seed inside her. I continue lazily stroking in and out, making sure my cum stays inside her.

I pull my finger out and give her ass one last hard slap before I right myself. When I’m done, I dress her back up, pulling her panties and shorts on and closing the one button that survived my assault.

No matter what she may think, I’m not leaving her like she’s nothing more than some meaningless fuck.

Getting to my feet, I head for the window.

“For what it’s worth, I prefer watching you fight.” She says, making me turn towards her with what she interprets as a questioning look. “I liked watching you play football, but fighting, martial arts, that feels more like you. You’ve always been a fighter, it’s who you are.” She looks at my split lip, her eyes softening as she takes in the wound. “I’m surprised you let someone get a hit in.”

She’s always seen me in a way that’s been different to how the rest of the world sees me. It’s testing my sanity to be exposed to that again.

“There’s only a couple people I let get close enough to hurt me.” I tell her, before ducking for the window.

“You know you can go out the front door, right?”

I turn back again. “I don’t want Bellamy to see me.”

It’s her turn to nod, her mouth flattening into a straight line. “Right. See you around.”

I duck out and into the night without turning back, ignoring the voice in my head screaming at me to look back at her.

Chapter 31

Sixtine

I take a fortifying breath before opening the door to my apartment and walking in. Three curious faces immediately turn towards the sound of the opening door.

“Finally,” Nera says, meeting me at the door. “We’ve been waiting for you to come home for ages.”

She takes my hand and drags me into the kitchen where Bellamy and Thayer are setting out snacks and pouring champagne into flute glasses.

“Because of my text?” I ask, with a laugh.

“Uh, yeah,” Thayer replies, “You made it sound like you had major tea to spill.”

“All I said was that I had to tell you all something.”

“Yes, and some of us have waited years for you to talk about what I think you’re going to talk about, so we came prepared.” Nera adds with a raised brow.

My cheeks heat and I look away, reaching for a glass of wine to busy my hands.

My situationship with Phoenix has been going steady since the night of the championship over a week ago. He’s been ravenous and exigent, texting me everyday, sometimes multiple times a day, to meet him so we can have sex.

When I show up at the designated meeting point, whether it’s his house, the library, the locker room – or even a public park once – he’ll attack me, often from behind, wrapping his hand around my throat and fucking me shamelessly.

In some ways, he treats me like a princess. He’ll spend hours eating me out or kissing my entire naked body. He’s even started dressing me once we’re done like I’m his own personal doll, going so far as to lace my shoes for me.

In other ways, he treats me like his whore. Pressing me face down into the ground and fucking me like an animal. Shoving fingers in my ass while he whispers dark praise and vile fantasies in my ear.

Fantasies that I eagerly let him do to me.

With every passing day, he corrupts me further, slowly eroding away my good girl exterior until I find myself doing things I never imagined I could.

Just this morning, I’d been walking down the halls of RCA when he’d come up behind me and had dragged me into a nearby classroom.

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