Page 6 of Worthy

Jesus.I want to see how far I can go. How badly I can wreck that pretty face of his. Ruin that disgusting mouth.

“Is this what you wanted, Peris?” Abel rasps, peering up at me through his light-colored lashes. His gray irises are striking, glossy with unshed tears.

I’ve never been so hard in my life, I don’t even think to questionwhyhe’s crying, here of all places.

“Want me sad and pathetic at your feet?” His words make me jolt. A sharp hiss rips through my throat, sending my body into flames. I step up to him, the hem of my towel skimming the tops of his knees. His eyes never leave mine, fiercely sharp and provocative.

I reach down, shoving his hood from his head. His white hair flops out. I grip it, wrapping it around my fingers until my knuckles bump against his scalp. I yank his head back until his Adam’s apple bulges from the center of his long, slender throat. I score a nail down over the ridges, watching rapt as a red line blooms across his pale skin.

Going…

Going…

Fucking gone.

“Yeah,” I rasp. “That’s exactly what I want.”

“What if it’s not what I want?” He sounds vexed, his face resolute, like he’s finally accepting his fate.

Or maybe, I’m accepting mine.

Hemade me this way. I can’t change it—clearly. I’ve fucking tried. And Abel…well, he’s the reason I can no longer hide from my truths.

I crouch down until my face is right above his. Abel’s jaw tightens, the bone shifting under the pressure. His cheeks are hollow, flushed. Lips spit-slick and permanently swollen.

I rip my eyes away from his mouth to his eyes, searching them for… I’m not even sure.

I hate the way he makes me feel. Uncontrolled, off centered. Confused and fuckinghorny.I hate the way he looks. He’s wretchedly pretty. Two things that shouldn’t fit, thatdon’t,but on him…

I push myself up, using my grip on his head. He sways under the pressure until I tug, forcing him to look up at me. “You act like you haven’t been pushing for this kind of reaction from me for fuckingmonths,” I sneer. “This is what you wanted, right?” I dig my nails into his scalp.

Abel glares at me, his lips pinched tight. It makes his face twist, accentuating the sharp ugliness of his features.

“Your fucking face,” I sneer, lowering my mouth until my lips brush his sharp, oddly shaped chin. “I want to wreck it. Wreckyou.” I skim my mouth, my teeth, over the soft skin, down his pale throat. I pull back to stare at his unblemished flesh, vividly remembering seeing bruises there before, when he first came to Ardent High.

I want to stain him with some bruises of my own. Dark, ugly, purple things to match the dark disgust living inside of him.

“So wreck me.” He says it so calmly, assuredly. It makes my eyes pinch as I glare down at him. He meets my stare evenly.

I’ve wanted to ruin his face since I first saw it unmasked from the shadows of that room, cutting and astute.Cravedit—just to see if hurting him like I hurt would make it…less. It’s why I couldn’t stand the sight of his face, the sound of his voice.

Every moment with him has been a painful, bitter reminder of what I’m not.

But maybe, I can just be who I am—and that’s someone just as twisted, just as terrible as Abel Silver.

“Open your mouth.” My fingers find the knot in my towel with ease, and I release it from where it’s tucked around my waist, all trepidation vanishing as my towel falls to the floor in a heap around my feet. The dampness of the room skims over my skin like a blanket, but the heat rushing through my bloodstream steals my sole focus.

Or...not. Abel does as he shifts onto his knees and parts those sinful lips of his to suck my head into his mouth like he’s been waiting desperately for this moment. My eyes turn hazy. White filters in. Static. “Fuck, runt. That’s it. Put your mouth around me.”

He tongues my slit. The pressure makes me groan and thrust as Abel lurches, shoving me down his throat. Heat envelops me—tight, wet.

“Slow,slow,” I growl when he gets too eager. “You’re not in charge here.” I bring my palm down on the side of his face to accentuate my point. The sting rings loud, echoing throughout the locker room. Abel pulls back with a hiss, cheek blistered with my handprint, his skin a wonderful shade of pink.

My eyes flick down to the apparent bulge in the front of his jeans.Awe, it looks so painful.

“Don’t fucking hit me,” he growls, his crooked teeth showing in his grit. I smirk, shoving my thumb between those ugly teeth until I feel a wet tongue. Suction wraps around my digit instantly, turning my smirk into a heated leer.

I lift my bare foot from the floor, replacing the coldness of the concrete with the warmth of his crotch. I slide the arch of my foot over his bulge until the ball of my foot sits perfectly against his cock. I dig in. Hard. Harder until Abel whimpers and tries to shift away. But he can’t. He’s trapped against the wall, against me.

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