Page 39 of Devil's Bargain

His brows pull together, but only slightly. “As you say, it’s complicated.”

I laugh at that, making him smile. “We’re dysfunctional!”

He shrugs. “Maybe that’s why we’re friends?”

“Yeah.” I grin at him. “Who is this mysterious woman you have feelings for?”

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” He winks but then sobers up and looks past me out the window. “When I figure my shit out, you’ll be the first to know.”

I watch his handsome profile for a short moment before leaning in and resting my head on his shoulder. “Do you think Steph’s realized that we’re gone yet?”

He props his chin on my head. “Depends on the algorithm on Insta.”

* * *

I close the door to the motel room and let out a shaky breath.

“You’re late!”

I jump. Scott is sitting in the recliner chair by the window.

“I got held up.”

He watches me for a moment before rising from the chair. His blue eyes travel down my body in a soft caress, but there’s nothing kind in his expression. “Teenagers talk, April.”

I gulp.

He yanks my bag off me and throws it across the room. Then he’s up in my face, hands beside my head on the wall. “Did you have a nice time behind the bleachers?” His face is in shadow. The streetlight outside is the only illumination in the room.

“We just talked.”

He grabs my throat, and his warm breath wafts over my skin as he whispers, “I can make the quarterback’s life hell, sugar. If he fails my class, he won’t be allowed to play, and then he can wave goodbye to his future!”

I whimper. “Please, no!”

He cocks his head. “Please?”

“I’ll do anything.”

He digs his fingers in before stepping back and removing his cuff links. He puts them down on the desk as the headlights of a passing car outside flood the room. “Oh, you will!”

He backhands me, and I fall to the bed on my belly. “If I ever hear of you talking to the quarterback again, I’ll hurt him!” he growls as he straddles my back and removes his black belt. He ties my wrists to the headboard. “And then I’ll hurt you!” The leather bites into my skin. He leans down, brushing his wet lips against my ear. “But we both know how much you would like that!”

“Fuck you!” I scream so loud it surprises me that the neighbors don’t bang the door down.

He covers my mouth with his hand, then tears my leggings and panties off. “Don’t worry. I plan to fuck you so hard that you can’t sit in class tomorrow.”

I bite back a moan when he sinks two fingers inside of me. I’m shamefully wet.

“It’s okay, little slut. You can scream!”

I squeeze my eyes shut, tears wetting his hand over my mouth.

He pulls his fingers out and slides his cock through my folds. But instead of taking my pussy, he starts rubbing the thick head over my puckered hole.

I whimper, fighting to get away from him. His firm grip on my mouth and his weight holds me in place.

He chuckles in my ear as he slowly presses forward. It stings! “Don’t fight, April.”

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