Page 131 of Teacher's Pet

“I let this go too far,” I hiss, my breath coming ragged. “I let what happened between us get out of control. I was having fun. And I couldn’t look past your damn lips around my cock-”

“Noah-”

She has to believe me.

Shehas to.

My hand moves before I can stop it.

The crack of my palm against her cheek is deafening.

She gasps, a vicious yelp ripping through the air, ripping throughmelike a dull knife, carving through muscle and bone.

The sting radiates up my arm, a brutal reminder of what I’ve just done.

She clutches her cheek, her eyes wide, stunned... betrayed.

Taking a shaky breath, I force myself to stay in control.

“I fucking told you not to call me that,” I snarl, yanking her close again, forcing her to meet my eyes. “What we had was fun, but now, it’s too much.”

She trembles, her fingers pressing into her burning cheek. The raw emotion in her eyes stirs something in me I thought was long dead.

Empathy.

“I-I didn’t mean-”

“To what?” I laugh, the sound sharp and cruel. “Whore yourself out to your teacher to distract yourself from the fact that your cock-sucking ex is holding your murder over your head?”

Tears spill over her cheeks, soaking her skin, carving silent paths of agony.

“You want what? Sympathy? Love?” I sneer, my own pain twisting deep in my gut. “You were a great fuck, Ana. But you should’ve learned by now-”

Do it, Noah.

Finish it.

“Your only use is to be fucked and tossed away.”

Her eyes widen, her entire body shaking with the weight of my words.

She stares at me, her breath uneven, tears relentless.

My stomach lurches. My hands shake.

It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to throw myself onto my bike and drive straight into oncoming traffic.

Because I want her.

I want to hold her.

I want to kiss her.

I want to keep her safe.

But that can’t happen with me.

She steps back, peeling my fingers away from her shirt.

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