Page 98 of Devil's Bargain

I hum, looking out at the sprawling field to my right. “Why?”

“Come on, you know why!”

“I textedyou. It’s not as if you had your dick sucked and thought, ‘maybe I should text April.’ Don’t worry about it.”

“Meet up with me.”

The car in front is driving below the speed limit. It’s starting to piss me off. I honk the horn. “I told you, Rick. I can’t.”

“Are you jealous?”

I snap my eyes to the phone. “Why would I be jealous?”

“The way you’re talking to me. You sound angry.”

I swallow past the thick lump in my throat, my vision blurring with tears.

Why can’t I get past this sick feeling inside me at the thought of him with someone else? I’m a hypocrite. “I’m not angry or jealous.” My street is just up ahead. I do a left turn. “I have to go. I’m nearly there.”

“April?”

I scan my eyes over the familiar street. It’s a run-down, miserable place. “Yeah?”

“Call me if you change your mind.”

“I’m about to have my pussy licked. I’m not going to change my mind.”

He groans and not in a sexual way. He sounds tortured as if my words pain him as much as the thought of him with someone else pains me.

I pull up outside my house. When I see Scott’s car parked in my driveway, shivers crawl like spiders down my spine. My stomach turns, and I fight the urge to continue driving. “I’m here. Speak to you later?”

He hangs up without saying goodbye. For a moment, I regret antagonizing him, but the hurt inside me feels soothed to have struck out.

I unfasten my seatbelt and exit the car, watching the curtain twitch as I shut the door. They know I’m here, so I can’t even make a run for it.

With my hands in my back pockets, I take the front steps two at a time, but before I have a chance to unlock the door, it flies open. My math teacher glares at me and steps aside, his eyes scanning over the empty street.

“Is it just you, or is your minion here too?” I snark.

The minute the door shuts, his hand is in my hair, pulling me back against his hard chest. “Where the fuck have you been?!” As if the anticipation has riled him up, I feel his hard cock against my lower back.

“Here and there,” I hiss through clenched teeth as he tightens his grip on my hair.

He puts his hand over my lips. “Your smart mouth isn’t going to help you.”

I breathe through my flaring nostrils. When I try to bite him, he shoves me against the wall and growls in my ear, “Try it, little slut. Let’s see what happens!”

Jared steps into the living room and leans his shoulder on the doorway. “I see our whore has returned.”

I burn him to a crisp with my glare.

“Did you get it?” Scott asks.

Jared pushes off the wall and walks up to us. “Of course I did.” He hands Scott a gun, then strides back out, calling over his shoulder, “Don’t kill her without me!”

My tears spill out as fear holds me in its grip. What’s happening?

Scott buries his nose in my hair and runs the gun down the side of my neck. “You smell like the woods.”

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