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She moved her hands to cup my face before kissing me softly, a whimper falling from her mouth. My dick was throbbing inside of her, and it was taking so much restraint to hold back. Once she was stretched enough, I slid in even deeper, finally burying myself inside of her. She cried out against my lips, tears stinging her eyes.

“You okay, baby?” I asked, moving the hand that was on her breast to run it through her hair.

“Yeah,” she choked out. “It just hurt for a minute.”

I eased back a little bit before sliding back in slowly. “Does it still hurt?”

“A little. But keep going.”

I kissed her again and obeyed, making sure to be gentle as I moved in and out at a slow pace. When her pained whimpers turned into moans, that’s when I started to thrust. I groaned as she throbbed against me. Every time I pulled back, her pussy tried sucking me back in. It felt so fucking good.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore,” she admitted breathlessly. “It’s just sore.”

“Good.”

I increased my pace but continued to refrain from pounding her into the mattress ruthlessly. This was her first time, and that probably would hurt her. Her nails bit into the back of my shoulders, another moan falling from her lips. Fuck. I loved that sound.

I jerked myself out of the memory, unwanted tears stinging my eyes and blurring my vision as I started the drive back to campus. One of the first things I thought after walking in on what I walked in on, washow could she do this to me? After everything we’d been through, how the fuck could she hurt me like that? Seeing my brother buried inside the girl I loved was probably the worst thing I’d ever witnessed in my fucking life. Her eyes had been closed, her head tilted toward the wall, like she was lost in the sensation of him. After I ripped him from her and beat his fucking ass, she peeled her eyes open, but they’d been so unfocused, like he’d put her in a daze. I grabbed her by the throat, fury radiating from me. And I told her that she was nothing but a fucking whore. She didn’t come after me. She just stayed there. Withhim. That’s when I knew she didn’t give a shit. I even sat in my car for a moment, giving her the chance to come find me. Totalkto me. But she never did. So, I blocked her on everything and drove to Jameson’s house. If she wasn’t going to even try to explain what the fuck I’d just walked in on, then she didn’t deserve another chance. I smelled the alcohol on her breath. So maybe she was so drunk she’d passed out right after I stormed out of the house. But it didn’t matter. From that moment on, I hated her with every fiber of my being.

Fuck her.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Everleigh

Jessie Murph - While You’re At It

Ihad a decent weekend as far as work went. People tipped well, and by their facial expressions and amused laughter, I knew it had everything to do with that video of me and Lucas which had now gone viral on the web. Yes. I’ve been keeping tabs on it, not able to process why someone would do something like that. I’ve called my boyfriend a few times, but he’s been distancing himself from me. Reputation was everything to him, and I practically spit in his face when I didn’t respect his wishes.

The drive to school was fast, dread coursing through my veins. The impending doom of what awaited me through those doors was paralyzing. My gaze lingered on the building up ahead, acid tearing through my intestines. A few students were walking through the parking lot, heading toward the school, while others were making their way to the cafeteria.

My eyes dropped to where my hands rested along the steering wheel. Amber had taken me to get my nails done yesterday, which I paid for. She argued and argued with me overit, but I could at least pay the hundred or so that it cost me, especially after a decent night at the diner Saturday. I’d never understood the concept of acrylics, but I had to admit, they were gorgeous. They were the stiletto ones and were painted a matte black with red dripping down them, almost like blood. I liked how twisted they looked on me. They also went with my outfit for the day, which I couldn’t thank Amber enough for. She chose my clothes based off my appearance and what I liked. Today, I was wearing a long-sleeved black sweater that was cropped, showing off a slice of my stomach. I’d paired it with some ripped blue-jeans and fishnets underneath, finishing the look with a chunky black belt.

I blew out a breath, trying to summon the courage to step out of my car. Amber’s words from Saturday echoed around my skull. The ones where she told me to suck it up and to walk in there with my head held high. I could do that, right? What was that saying? Fake it till you make it. That had never been a truer statement, and I intended on doing just that.

Bracing myself, I grabbed my bag from the passenger seat before turning off my car and stuffing my keys into the front pocket. The cool thing about my vehicle was that it locked automatically once the door shut.

I slung my bag over my shoulder and stepped out onto the pavement. A few strands of hair fell down from my messy bun due to them no longer being long enough to keep pulled back because of my new choppy layers, but I liked it. They framed my face nicely and didn’t really get in the way.

I was thankful that the halls were mostly empty when I entered and slid into my Chemistry class with ease. Everyone was already in the lab when I got there, and still, Rosalie was nowhere to be seen. Whispers erupted as soon as I entered, the words ‘slut’ and ‘whore’ floating around the air carelessly.

My heart was beating hard against my ribcage, heat spreading through my limbs beneath everyone’s gaze. I could feel their judgement, their jealousy, their disgust. Amber’s gaze roamed over me with appreciation, and I got a small sense of satisfaction when Ashton had to do a double take.

I sat down across from them and pulled out my textbook, placing it on the desk in front of me. We read through a few chapters before we were finally given a group project. Ours consisted of a report, explaining what went into making batteries and giving a step by step of how to do so. We also had to explain what could happen if something went wrong in the process. One of us was in charge of the paper report which we decided would be me, Amber was in charge of the powerpoint, and Ashton would be in charge of creating the model. If Rosalie ever came back, she’d just help one of us with our portion.

After class, I was gathering up my things, stuffing them in my bag when Amber rounded our table. “You heading to the cafeteria for breakfast?” she asked. “Or did you already eat?”

“I already ate. But I can still join you if you want. Just have to stop at my car to grab my shit for my next class.”

She nodded. “I’ll meet you in the cafeteria.” She gave my arm a reassuring squeeze before leaving me alone. Well, I thought I’d been left alone. My gaze flicked over to Ashton who was slowly putting his things back in his bag.

Suddenly, I was on high alert, slinging my own bag over my shoulder and practically jogging out of the classroom. I didn’t breathe until I was stepping outside, the warm breeze soaking into my skin. My hands were shaking as I reached for my keys and unlocked my car, right before something connected with my back and I was being thrown face first right on top of the hood. It took a minute for my mind to catch up and realize that someone had very literally bent me over the hood. My breathing was ragged, fear slicing through my chest. A pair of warm handsmoved to grip my hips, tightening around them so forcefully, I’d be surprised if they didn’t bruise.

“You even dress like a slut now,” Ashton said in that hard voice he used anytime he spoke to me now.

I shuddered against the vehicle, my hands resting along the paint. “Get off me,” I hissed.

He pressed against me from behind, leaning over my body so that his crotch was against my ass. His breath was warm against my ear, and panic was coursing through my veins. I glanced around for any sign of someone walking by, not wanting anyone to get the wrong idea about this.

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