Page 103 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

He had me pressed me up against the wall with his face buried in the crook of my neck before I’d even had time to process that I wasn’t in the hallway anymore.

“Phoenix?”

He’d sucked on my pulse point, adding to the patchwork of marks he’d previously left on my body. Turtlenecks had become my only recourse to hide his mouth’s artwork.Thank God it was December, my newpenchantfor maximum coverage hadn’t raised too many eyebrows.

“You don’t post thirst traps on Instagram,” he’d announced, half the words muffled against my throat and barely audible, the other half sounding smugly relieved.

I thought I heard him mumble that he was going to murder Rogue but his breath tickled my neck as he spoke, making me giggle in response and drowning out his words. His hands tightened around my waist as he groaned and glued me against him.

He’d sent me another follow request days ago, and I’d stared at it, my finger hovering over the accept button. I’d closed the app without accepting, wanting to make him wait a bit longer.

Tired of waiting for me to do it, he’d made me unlock my phone for him last night, had opened up the IG app and pressed accept himself. I guess he’d spent at least part of the morning looking at my feed.

“What do you mean?” I’d asked.

He didn’t bother to lift his head, answering me in between bites and licks to my neck.

“Your feed isn’t full of pics of you in bikinis.”

I’d thought back to my feed, a mix of pretty standard photos of family, friends, and my travels. I’d never posted a picture of myself in a bathing suit.

“No, it’s not.”

“Good,” he’d purred in approval and licked my throat as his hands pulled feverishly at my shirt to get it out of my skirt.

“That doesn’t mean it can’t be one day,” I’d added, wanting to taunt him.

His lips press hotly against my ear. “That’s fine, just make sure that you tag me on your ass when you do post so everyone understands who it belongs to.”

I’d laughed, letting him pull my shirt off over my head, thrilled by the danger of anyone from school being able to walk in at any time.

He’d ripped my jeans off and had fucked me standing up, my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands clutching his shoulders, my nails digging desperately into his back through his shirt.

It’d been near impossible not to kiss him. In this position, the height difference between us was almost nonexistent. His eyes had been black with lust and fixed hot-bloodedly on me. I’d been so close to his mouth, a matter of only centimeters separating us.

It’d have been so easy to lean in, to close the gap.

I’d wanted to. I’d been dying to actually.

The realization of how powerful that need was is what had made me turn my head at the last second, burying my head in his neck instead.

He’d fucked me with determined relentlessness like he always did, refusing to let me leave until I came twice. When he was done, he’d wiped his dick on the inside of my thigh, smacked my ass, and told me to go to class.

I’d walked into my International Business course ten minutes late, with his cum running down my leg and a disheveled look that had Nera’s eyes narrowing suspiciously on me as I sat down next to her.

That look had made me crack. I couldn’t take keeping this secret to myself any longer. We were only a few weeks away from the official announcement to the press and I knew my friends could keep a secret anyway. I just needed to get it off my chest and be able to talk about it with the girls.

I’d texted them letting them know I had to tell them something tonight. They’d all replied with varying excited emojis and clearly had prepared an event around what they anticipated to be a big reveal.

“I’m sorry, did you make a cheese board?” I ask, pointing at what is obviously a cheese board on the counter.

“Listen, Bellamy and I wanted to make sure we had adequate snacks so we went to the store but then we got a bit carried away–”

“The cheese section here never ceases to amaze me.” Bellamy adds, cutting in with an impressed expression on her face.

“–and turns out Nera also went overboard and bought like five champagne bottles, so it all worked out.” Thayer says, finishing her thought.

“We’re intrigued by your news, Six.” Bellamy says, moving over to the living room and sitting cross legged on the couch.

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