Page 48 of Torment Her (Rebels at Sterling Prep 5)

“Just don’t, Kenny, I can’t even look at you right now.”

His words cut deep, making my anger detonate. “Look at me? I wasn’t the one with my tongue down another girl’s throat,” I seethe.

“She kissed me,” he grits out, narrowing his eyes. “Anyway, what the hell do you care, K? You made it pretty clear where we stand. You pushed me away, remember? So the way I see it, maybe I should go back there and fuck—”

I slam my shoulder into the door and wrench it open. I can’t be trapped in here with him. It’s too much.

He’s too much.

“Kenny, what the fuck?” He scrambles after me but I’m already marching into the thicket. I don’t know where the hell I’m going, all I know is I need to get away from him.

But Conner gives chase. Of course he does.

He’s like a bad smell you can’t get rid of.

“Go away, Conner,” I yell over my shoulder, swaying slightly as the vodka and fresh air hit me.

“Have you lost your fucking mind?” His voice cracks with frustration but I don’t stop, despite the fact that I can’t see my way as the trees grow denser.

“Kennedy, I said stop.” Conner finally reaches me, snagging my wrist.

“No.” I bat him away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare fucking touch me. Not after you kissed her.”

He inhales a deep breath, his eyes shuttering as he mutters something. “Thought you didn’t care?”

“I don’t.”

“No?” He inches closer, but I dart back. “So you didn’t care when I slid my hands into her hair and kissed her back?”

I press my lips together, swallowing the truth. I don’t care. At least, I shouldn’t.

/> So why do I want to rip his dick off and feed it to him for letting her kiss him?

Because you’re fooling yourself. It’s Conner. It’s always been Conner.

But I can’t tell him the truth. I won’t. He doesn’t deserve it.

“No?” he taunts, getting right in my face. I try to move away but there’s a huge tree trunk behind me. Conner pins me there, his hands sliding to either side of my head. He leans in impossibly close. “So you wouldn’t care if I go back to the party and finish what she started?”

“Fuck you.” My hands fly into his chest, but he’s like a wall of muscle.

“That can be arranged.” He smirks. Conner Jagger actually has the audacity to smirk at me, like this is all some game.

Well, he’s about to learn that I’ve had to grow up a lot since he left the Heights, and in order to survive, I’ve learned how to play dirty.

“Kiss me, Conner,” I breathe, batting my eyelashes at him, letting my fingers curl into his t-shirt.

His eyes widen with surprise before simmering with hunger. He wants me. Conner wants me.

The thought both thrills and terrifies me. Because the truth I’ve been so scared to admit to myself since waking up in Conner’s bed is that I want him too.

I never stopped.

“K?” Awe coats his voice as he moves in, following my lead. I wait until our lips are brushing and he’s distracted. Raising my knee, I slam it hard, right into his—

Conner moves at the last second and I fall forward, losing my balance.

“As dangerous as ever, I see.” He stares down at me with a smug expression, and I want to claw it from his face.

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