Page 77 of Torment Her (Rebels at Sterling Prep 5)

“Sure am.”

“It doesn’t make any sense… you eat and eat and eat and still look like... that.”

“Like what you see?” His brow quirks up.

“Careful, or your head might not fit through the door.”

“Can I ask you something?”

My body tenses.

He’d kept the conversation over pizza safe. We talked about school and our favorite childhood memories. We didn’t talk about Warren or anything like that. But I knew he had questions.

How could he not?

“That depends... I don’t want to ruin what’s been a great night so far.”

Conner’s expression slips, but he masks it with a warm smile. “You’re a lot thinner than you used to be. Is that because—“

“You just watched me devour an entire pizza.”

“I know. But I worry about you. I will always worry.”

“I guess it just happened. It’s hard to remember to eat when you’re constantly worried about...” I trail off, really not wanting to do this now.

“I’m sorry.” His jaw clenches. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”

“I’m not upset. I’m... honestly, I don’t know how to feel. I never thought I’d escape, Conner. I thought that was my destiny.”

“Fuck, Kenny.” Pain etches into the lines of his face “I know you don’t want to talk about it. But one day, I want to know. You can trust me with your secrets, babe. I hope you know that.”

I press up on my tiptoes to kiss him and say, “Thank you,” because it’s all I can give him right now.

We find our seats in the back row and get comfortable. Conner slings his arms around my shoulder, and I love how safe he makes me feel.

“You’re supposed to be watching the movie,” I whisper.

“I told you, I only want to watch you.”

“You are such a goofball.” I lean over to kiss him, but Conner catches me off guard by plunging his tongue into my mouth. I moan at the sudden intrusion. A low growl rumbles in his chest.

“Fuck, K,” he breathes as I run my hand along the inside of his thigh. No one can see us back here, secreted away in the shadows. I press closer, thankful that it’s a double seat.

“I think I’m hungry again.” I whisper the words against the corner of his mouth.

“Yeah?” It comes out shaky as his eyes glitter at me.

“Yeah.” I palm his cock through his jeans. He’s so hard, a thrill shoots through me. One-handedly, I manage to flick his jean buttons open and push my hand inside.

“Whoa, K, easy.” He tries to snag my wrist, but I wrap my hand around him and start pumping slowly.

“Fuuuuck,” he hisses, burying his face in my neck.

A heady sense of power surges through me. With Warren it was always forced, he never let me just take the reins, but as I jack Conner harder, he lets me control everything.

“Shit, babe,” he pants quietly, “keep that up and I’m gonna come all over myself.”

I give him a wicked grin. “I can probably help with that.”

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