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"He said he misses your delicious pussy."
It's like he's punched me in the stomach. The air escapes in a slight gasp, but I manage to keep calm, tilting my head to see people watching us with interest.
They want to know what the new girl is going to do against their golden boy, and I'm about to show them.
"If only you knew for yourself. You'll never be able to know whether it's true or not," I reply sweetly, reaching up to brush invisible dust from his jacket. I'm dizzy from being so close to him, but as I drag my tongue up his ear, I whisper, "And he fuckingruinedme for anyone else." Nausea swirls through my stomach at the way those words sound—but hedidruin me for anyone else. Just not in the way Jagger may think.
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The sensation of her tongue on my ear sends shivers down my spine, and her hot breath on my neck sends blood instantly to my dick.
"And he fuckingruinedme for anyone else."
Nah, I can't listen to this shit.
Before I can think, I've got her against the locker, my hand around her throat as she gasps. Finally, I see fear in those baby blues, and fuck me if it doesn't make me harder.
Then she grins. "Big man," she says with an eye roll, dragging her nails down my arms until they wrap around my wrists, the dagger-like tips digging into my skin. "Shoving a girl against a locker, oh, aren't you masculine?"
Who the fuck is she talking to?
I bare my teeth at her and step closer, pressing my body against hers. I have this insane desire to force her to her knees, to force her to suck my cock until she gags, but I wouldn't piss on her if she was on fire, let alone let her suck my dick.
"Know your place," I hiss, sliding my free hand into my pocket until it touches the sleek plastic of her phone. I hold it up,and her eyes move to it and widen, but only for a brief second, sparking my curiosity.
"You left this at my house."
"Give it back," Molly demands, and I laugh in her face.
"You've had so many texts, Molly." I swipe through her inbox, ignoring the curl of disgust that I feel when I see the many male names hitting her up all the fucking time.
What is she?
A hooker?
Maybe shedoeshave a delicious pussy if it's being paid for. Either that or it really is ruined.
"Hooker?" I ask, gripping her chin in my fingers. Her skin is silky soft, her plump bottom lip so fucking perfect I want to bite it. "Stripper?"
"Whatever you want to think, Jagger." She sighs her annoyance and my skin prickles.
She's annoyed with me?!
"Mr. Knox," I correct her, enjoying the confusion on her face until her lips twist with disdain.
She scoffs, looking up at me through the thick dark lashes that make the blue of her eyes even more vibrant.
Vibrant? What?
"Youdon't get to call me Jagger. You earn that shit."
Molly pushes me back more forcefully than I would've given her credit for. Her ice-white hair falls over her shoulders, arranging itself perfectly around her outstanding cleavage as she points a black-daggered nail in my direction.
"Let me tell you something,Jagger. You aren't going to bully me, nor will you end up in my bed. So quit talking to me. Keep my phone, I don't give a shit." She steps closer, her button nose wrinkling with loathing before she looks me up and down. "You should know something—you can't break someone who's already broken." She shoves past me but isn't in a hurry; thecrowd parts for her respectfully, and she doesn't even look back before disappearing around the corner.
"Broken? Aw, another sob story," someone says, followed by someone else; "Ifthat'swhat broken looks like, then break me!"
