Page 123 of Deliverance

Her hand reaches for the door, flicking the lock in place before closing the distance between us. Her arms loop around my waist as she speaks.

“I pushed her away. I don’t want her, you have to believe me, B.”

“You seemed to be taking your sweet fucking time pushing her away. Look me in the eye and tell me you didn’t like it at least a little,” I grit out, turning to look at her.

She frowns. “I can honestly say that I didn’t like it. I don’t want any lips but these.”

Maggie’s thumb drags over my lower lip, sending a flutter running through me.

“I don’t like this,” I grumble.

“Trust me, me either. I just…I don’t know what to do.”

I shake my head as her fingers slip beneath my chin, forcing me to look at her.

“Please don’t be mad at me, baby B. I don’t want anyone but you.”

Frowning, I give her a tight nod. Maggie gives me a grateful, tight-lipped smile before leaning in, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips.

“What about your girlfriend? Isn’t she waiting for you?” I can’t help but taunt her.

She pulls back to look at me, lifting an eyebrow as she shakes her head.

“Girlfriend? Why would I give a fuck when I’m kissing my future wife.”

Shock ripples through me as she presses her lips against mine once more, her tongue wrapping around mine as a moan escapes me. I nip at her lip, pulling on it and releasing it before she does the same. The kiss turns into a battle for dominance, both fighting for the upper hand, when Maggie pulls away, resting her forehead against mine.

“Come to my room tonight, please.”

As if there was even a slight possibility I could say no to her.

I give her a nod and she presses a quick kiss to my lips.

“Thank you. To be continued,” she says with a lift of her eyebrows and a smirk before moving to the door, unlocking it and slipping back out into the hallway.

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I knock on Maggie’s door a little after ten. She said it was hard getting away from Maryia and how she was begging her to spend the night. Like that was gonna fucking happen. I got the text a few minutes ago that I was good to come down, and now here I am, looking over my shoulder, as I eagerly wait for Maggie to let me in.

Despite Maryia’s dorm being on the other side of campus, you can never be too sure when you’re dealing with a psycho like her. The whole sneaking around thing is not something I’m used to by any means. I never had a reason to. Even though Maggie is basically only with Maryia out of manipulation, it doesn’t take away from the fact that she is still technically dating her. While she is fucking me.

I don’t care if it’s wrong to think, it’s kinda hot.

The door opens and Maggie grabs my arm, yanking me inside. Her lips crush against mine in an instant before she begins peppering my neck with frenzied kisses. I can’t help but giggle, butterflies taking flight inside me as her mouth moves down further and further.

My eyes lazily look around the room to notice dozens of candles lit. With Maggie, there’s always some kind of candle curing, molding, or melting going on. It’s her thing, and she’s honestly so talented. I rarely see her actually burn them, though.

“Wow,” I say.

Maggie pulls away, looking around the room before coming back to me.

“I told you I’d make it up to you.”

“There better be some caviar and champagne in here somewhere as well, because I’m still pissed at you,” I say with a raised brow.

“You’re not pissed at me, you’re pissed at the situation, as am I.”

I frown at that. She has a point, and I don’t like it. It’s easier for me to just be upset with her.

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