Page 3 of Savage Valentine

Sydney: Ugh. Actually, I’m kinda busy right now. So… pass.

Me: Play hard to get all you want baby.

Sydney: It’s not playing when I don't want you.

Me: That’s not what you were screaming in the maze.

Read. She left me on read?This fucking girl.I’ll break down her walls soon enough. Closing the thread, I reach over to my bedside table, grab a joint from the drawer and light it up. Sitting back on my bed, I take a deep inhale and hold it before letting out a long exhale.

Laying my head back against the headboard, my mind drifts off to maze night. The night I knew I was going to make Sydney Jacobs mine.

“Why are you running? Do you like to be chased? You know that saying, ‘if I catch you I fuck you’?” I taunt, chasing this dark haired beauty through the maze, the one girl I have had my eyes on all year. Running through this thing is easy for me to navigate, seeing as this isn’t my first time here. The red sheer nighty she’s wearing leaves nothing to the imagination. And DAMN, I gotta say, her ass is nice.

“Yes, I know the saying. We’ll see what happens IF you catch me. I thought you were a hockey player, aren’t you guys supposed to be fast on your feet?” She laughs, her long hair whipping behind her in the wind.

Grinning at her back, I pick up speed, running faster. Just as she laughs because she thinks she got away, I tackle her from behind. Rolling her on her back and pinning her to the ground, I look into her deep blue eyes. They remind me of the ocean with one hell of a storm about to roll in. I can tell she’s hiding a lot and I plan to uncover every secret of hers that I can. Without revealing too many of mine. I feel like we’ve both had a shit run on life, but that’s all about to change.

“Caught you.” I growl, leaning down and capturing her lips with mine.

She swirls her tongue inside my mouth and lifts her hips to grind against my already hard cock. “Fuck me, or let me go. You choose, jock.” She whispers, licking my lips.

And that’s all the permission I need. Sliding down her body, I push her nightgown up and push open her legs, kissing and biting up her inner thighs. Wasting no time as I start flicking my tongue across her clit. She bucks her hips and runs her fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots. Sliding two fingers into her soaked cunt, I slowly move them in and out. Her writhing underneath me and hearing her soft moans is making my resolve slip. Pulling my cock free from my pants, I stroke it and squeeze the tip before slamming into her in one brutal thrust, causing her to scream out.

“That’s it baby, scream my name. Let everyone know who owns this pussy now.” I groan out. Fuck, she’s so goddamn tight.

“What the hell is that?” She moves her head to look between us, “It feels cold and different, but so fucking good.” She moans, her eyes meeting mine.

“My dick is pierced.” I say, pounding into her harder.

“Fuckkk.” Is all the reply I get. I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head and she bites her lip, trying to quiet herself.

“Don’t quiet those sexy moans, Ice Queen. I wanna hear you when you cum.” I growl close to her ear.

“Fuckkkk, Parker!” She screams, her eyes lock with mine and the fire burning in them brings me closer to my own orgasm.

She’s close, so fucking close, her walls clamping down around me. Slamming into her a few more times, she screams my name again as her orgasm crashes through her. Feeling that familiar tingle climb up my spine, I pull out and cum all over her pussy, marking it as mine. She’s mine. Everything about her, MINE. And before long, she will know that too.

Chapter 3

Sydney

Waking up from yet another nightmare covered in sweat, I roll over and look at the time on my phone.Only five a.m.? When did I even fall asleep?Rolling out of bed, I mindlessly walk to my bathroom for a shower.Might as well go ahead and get ready for the day.

Turning the water on, I make my way to the sink and brush my teeth while I wait for the water to get warm. Opening the shower door, the steam bellows out. Stepping in, I do my thing and get out, wrapping the towel around me.

Walking over to my closet, I grab my black and red plaid skirt and pull it over the curve of my hips.I always feel like my ass is on show with these damn skirts.Taking my white button up shirt and black blazer off the hanger, I slide them on, putting my red and black plaid tie on to match.That’s basically the make up of my closet; school uniforms.

Sitting on the bed, I pull my black stockings up and slip into my black and white Converse. Walking into the bathroom, I blow dry my hair and straighten it. Looking at myself in the mirror, I do my eyeliner and mascara and call it good.

People only see this version of me–the rich girl with my foster parents' money. The girl with an attitude who stays to herself. I never show them the broken girl who hides behind the smile.When I actually do smile. The girl with trauma that haunts her. Which is okay, the only two people who actually see behind my mask are Zova and Liv. Mainly because we just all have that dark broken vibe. Every time Parker looks at me, I feel like he’s trying to look into my soul and uncover all of my secrets. I may hate jocks, but that motherfucker is trying everything he can to claw his way in and bury himself under my skin.Out of all the girls in this school, why me?

With one last look in the mirror, I pick up my bag and sling it over my shoulder, grabbing my phone and walking out of my room, shutting the door as I go. Walking into the sorority’s kitchen, I toss a bagel into the toaster. While I’m waiting, I hear the front door open. Turning to see who it is, I smirk when I spot Charli sneaking in. She grins when she notices me and then climbs the stairs to her room.Okay… wonder where she’s been? She spends most of her time off campus, I’ve noticed.

Grabbing the bagel once it pops up, I spread some cream cheese on it, take a big bite and walk towards the door. Putting my headphones over my ears and turning on music, I make the trek across campus to the parking lot where my car is. Eating the rest of my breakfast and singing to myself as I go. Bouncing my head to the music.

It’s eerie out this morning, the fog low and thick. Just adding to the creepy vibe of this place. Turning my music up, I drown out everything else.No spooky vibes today.Music helps me get out of my head, especially after the nightmares.

Sitting on the cold floor with nothing but a blanket,the crappy mattress pushed into the corner. A mattress I avoid until I’m forced on it. It’s always the same routine for me and the other girl down here, except they seem to sometimes have it worse than me. Their screams taunt me when I close my eyes. We get just enough food and water to keep us alive, but not enough to feel full. We’re tied up and tortured daily, not only mentally, but physically too. They touch us in places my mom said no one should ever touch me, especially a man. I’m tired of crying. Tired of living the same damn nightmare over and over. I just want it to end. End this life I didn’t ask for. No one should ever have to live like this. Looking down at my wrist, the tattooed number haunts me. I vow right now that if I ever make it out of here alive, the first thing I’ll do, will be getting rid of it. That’s if I make it out of here alive, because if not soon, I won’t make it out at all.

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