Page 126 of Brutal Obsession

“Don’t.” His hands fall away. “Take my cock out and suck it, Violet.”

I look away. Shame fills me. If I make a noise, we’ll be caught. If anyone decides to come up here and check this shadowed corner, we’ll be caught.

A shiver races up my spine.

“Maybe I’ll take a video of this and post it on the school’s main page again? Two guys, one semester, one filthy mouth.” He grabs my jaw again and forces his thumb into my mouth. He opens it, pressing the pad down on my tongue. “Just say the word. Or…”

I shudder and lower his zipper. I pull his boxers and pants down just far enough to free his cock. It bobs, hardening by the second, at eye level. I reach out and slide my hand down his shaft.

He releases my jaw and winds his fingers in my hair. My control is nonexistent… in that Greyson has me right where he wants me. A fly in his web. He moves my head forward, and I open my mouth wide. He tastes familiar, but he doesn’t give me a moment to adjust. His hips rock forward, and the tip hits the back of my throat—then slides farther down.

I gag around him, choking when my breath is cut off.

I forgot he enjoys that aspect. He likes to watch my face redden, my eyes fill with tears. He pulls out, and I suck in a deep breath through my nose before I lose the ability again. I hold his thighs as he fucks my face, one hand on the back of my head and the other braced on the wall behind me.

Someone gasps behind him. Fire erupts through me, shame and embarrassment turning my whole body into an inferno.

We’re caught.

“Get out of here,” Greyson growls over his shoulder.

I don’t know if they listen. I keep my eyes half-closed until he jerks my head back. I lift my gaze to his and hold it. It’s blurry through my tears. My nose runs, too, and I can’t do anything about the saliva.

He moves faster, taking and taking and taking.

“You. Don’t. Leave. Me.”

I hope my eyes translate my thoughts.

Get fucked, Greyson.

His fingers tighten in my hair. The pinpricks of pain have my jaw tensing. My teeth skim his cock, and he shudders. And then he comes. He groans and fills my throat so deep, I don’t have a choice but to swallow. His head bows forward, his eyes drinking in my face. I can’t breathe like this, and an alarm blares through my system. The need to get free. To take in oxygen.

“How would it feel to die like this?” he asks, reading my mind. “Suffocating on my cock.”

He waits another second. Then he pulls out, and I fall backward. Except, now isn’t the time for pity or staying huddled in a mess of tears on the floor. I stand quickly, wiping my face with the bottom of my shirt. The hate comes next—that he feels free to use me like this.

You’re nothing special. Paris said as much.

So why have I been plucked out of the crowd? Because of one night?

“Would you have done this to Paris if I didn’t come along?”

He lifts one shoulder. I don’t think his gaze has left me once, and I need to know what he sees in me.

“No. She’s the kind of slut who begs for my cock. And if not mine, Knox or Miles or anyone who knows how to play a sport. You’re my goal, Violent. You’re the one who doesn’t let anyone in. Even your bastard ex-boyfriend never got to see the real you.” He runs his finger under my eye. “The real you craves this. Therealyou is fucked up in the head, just like me. Isn’t that right?”

I jerk away. Even if he’s right, I’m never going to admit it.

“Even if you hadn’tcome along, as you said…” He gets even closer. “Even then, we were destined to find each other.”

“All we do is hurt each other.” I incline my chin and turn my back on him. I need to retrieve my bag and get away from here.

Get away from him—as if that’s even a possibility.

He lets me go for now, and once I have my things, I hurry away from campus. He’s got evening hockey practice coming up soon. That may be the only thing stopping him from following me.

My pointe shoes are burning a hole in my bag, and I’m itching to put my muscles to good use. Instead, my feet lead me to the sidewalk outside Greyson’s house.

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