Page 139 of Devil's Bargain

“What do you need? Do you want this?” He strokes his dick.

A breath whooshes out of me when I see the shame in her eyes as she nods. This is too fucking painful to watch.

“See, she wants it!” Jared chuckles and drops to his knees between her spread legs. He fingers her pussy before fisting his dick and rubbing it through her wet folds. “Do you get it now, Quarterback? She can never be yours!”

When he slams into her, I throw the phone at the wall.

I don’t even check to see if it broke. I grab the first thing I can find and hurl that too. The globe lamp hits the floor with a satisfying crash. It’s not enough. I pick up my CD player and fling it down on the floor, kicking it until my lungs burn with exertion.

“Rick?” My mom looks horrified as she steps inside my room.

I tear at my hair and pace like a caged animal before sinking down on the bed.Jared is fucking her right now, and she wants it. She fucking wants it!

“What’s wrong, sweetie?” She sits next to me on the bed.

My eyes sting as I stare at nothing. I need to blink. “The girl I’m in love with is being forced to fuck her teacher.”

My mom rears back. “What are you saying, Rick?”

I meet her gaze. “You heard me.”

She opens and closes her mouth, seemingly at a loss for words. “Why haven’t you reported this teacher?”

I run my hands through my hair, elbows on my knees. “I have no proof.” Not technically.

My mom rubs my back. “Are you sure about this, Rick? They’re serious allegations.”

I lift my head. “You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say that.” She fingers her pearl necklace. “Why hasn’t she gone to the police if she’s being forced?”

I breathe out a sigh. “Because she’s being threatened. And because she wants it.”

My mom looks confused. “What?”

“Fuck, you don’t understand!” I rub my face.

“So, make me understand.”

“I can’t!” I stare at her. “I don’t even understand it myself, Mom.”

“Okay,” she says soothingly.

“She has thisfetish…” It feels like such a fucking intrusion of privacy to tell my mom this. “It turns her on when he hits her.”

My mom looks horrified. How the pearl necklace doesn’t snap is anyone’s guess. “That complicates things legally. The defense will use her sexual preferences against her and spin that to the benefit of the accused. It’s difficult to prove she’s being forced if she gets turned on by it. He’ll lose his job, but there are no guarantees he will ever set foot inside a jail.” My mom is a lawyer. So is my dad. It doesn’t matter how weird this shit gets—my mom will try to solve it like a puzzle. I can already see the cogs turning in her brain.

I rub my palms over my face and drag in a deep breath. “I don’t know what to do.”

“The first thing is to gather as much information as you can from her.”

She stands up and pats my shoulder. “Try not to worry.”

I scoff. The girl I like can’t be with me because she’s forced to fuck someone else, and my mom tells me not to worry.

“Thanks, Mom.”

“You’re my son. I’m always here for you!”

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