Page 110 of Did They Break You

That’s all.

Just silence.

Then he’s grabbing my wrist, forcing my hand over his cock, thick and hard and big beneath his shorts. He steps forward, knocking me back against the wall. “Oh, but you haven’t served yours,” he snarls in my ear.

I try to snatch my hand away, but he doesn’t let go. He forces my hand up and down the length of him.

“Cortland.” My chest heaves against his shoulders as he keeps me crowded against the wall.

“You don’t wanna make me feel good, too, baby?” His words are a taunt, his grip on my wrist tighter. “You don’t wannaserve your fucking purpose?”

I swallow down my nerves, even as my fingers circle his cock, and he’s not forcing me to do that. “Don’t ruin this,” I say in the dark.

He stills, his hold loosening around my wrist.

For a moment, no one speaks.

Then he says, “I think I already have.” He laughs. “Just like I apparently ruinedyou.”He throws those words in my face, and I start to deflate, the high from my orgasm leaving me.

He drops my hand and steps back. “Before you can start hating yourself for this, I’m going to walk out.”

My mouth falls open, then my chest tightens as I realize that’s not what I want.

I want him to stay.

I don’t want him to leave.

Despite our angry words, I want himhere.

But I hear him move in the dark, then the light is flipped on.

He turns to stare at me, and I take in his gray basketball shorts, his erection evident through them. He’s in another West River shirt, like he can’t let the past go, and his hair is a mess, deep circles under his eyes.

He grabs the backpack he must’ve dropped by the door without me even hearing it because of my headphones. Then he yanks open the door, his eyes sweeping over my body as my face flushes.

I realize I’m going to let him go.

Do just what he said.

Hate myself when he’s gone.

But he stills in the doorway, the muscles in his shoulders flexing. He turns to look at me, his eyes connecting with mine, narrowed and dark. “But I’ll be waiting outside.” He pulls hisphone from his shorts, glancing at the screen. “It’s almost two in the morning. I’ll walk you back.”

I open my mouth to argue with him, but he cuts me off.

“I don’t care what you say. Get your shit together and meet me outside.I’ll be there.”

Then he closes the door and I hear his footsteps as he walks off down the hall.

CHAPTER

THIRTY

CORTLAND

I can still smell her.

I glance at her as we walk in the dark, leaving the library behind, neither of us touching. I can still hear her whimpers, her moaning my name.

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