Page 78 of Spearcrest Knight

“I’m not the fucking coward—you are.” I look at him defiantly, so he knows I’m not afraid of him. “We both know you didn’t come here to talk, Evan.”

His jaw twitches as he pierces me with his eyes. “You think you know everything, don’t you, Sutton?”

I might not know everything—but I know more than he guesses. I know what’s thickening the air between us, and I know the warmth currently trickling between my legs. And most importantly, Idoknow exactly what Evan wants.

He wants what he’s always wanted: what he can never have.

He’s spent so long alienating me and making me the most undesirable girl in Spearcrest that he’s somehow tricked his own stupid brain into wanting me. But he only wants me because I feel unattainable.

If I become attainable in his eyes—if this no longer feels like a game to him because he’s already won—he’ll move on before the sun sets tonight. I’m certain of this.

And if fucking Evan is the only way of getting rid of him, then that’s a bullet I’m ready to take.

So I peel my back away from the door, standing closer to him. With slow, deliberate movements, I loosen my tie and begin to unbutton my school shirt. His gaze follows the movement, his eyes narrow.

“What are you doing?”

“Isn’t this what you want, Evan?” He steps sharply away at my words, staring at me with mingled disbelief and anger. But I grab him by the lapel of his blazer, pulling him back to me. I tilt my face to smirk at him. “Who’s the fucking coward now?”

My words work like magic. In the next moment, he’s lifted me up by my hips and is hurtling through the dim room. He pushes me roughly back against an old oak table, and pulls away only long enough to unbuckle his belt. I knew he would be hard, but I wasn’t quite prepared to see how hard he would be.

I’m definitely not prepared for the dark arousal slithering through me at the sight of his hard cock—surprisingly large for someone with such a fragile ego. I suppress a shiver, but when Evan lowers his face to mine, I block it with my hand.

“I don’t want to look at your face.”

For a moment, he does nothing but stare at me, his expression unreadable.

I push him away and turn around, facing the table, my back to him. The muscles in my stomach twitch. Somehow, this feels ten times more depraved. But I’d rather completely surrender my modesty doing it this way than look Evan in the face while he fucks me.

When it comes to him, I’ll take depravity over intimacy. Anytime.

Reaching under my skirt, I pull down my tights and underwear. The hissing sound of his breath hitching in his throat rushes through the air.

Before I can brace myself, his hand lands on my back and he pushes me roughly down, flattening my chest against the table. The weight of his body leans against my back, and his voice is low and rough in my ear.

“Is this how you fucking want it, Sutton?”

“I wouldn’t expect anything better from you.”

He laughs, low and dark. “Don't lie to yourself. You've been a good girl so long all you want now is to be treated like a dirty little slut.”

Then his weight leaves my body. He yanks my skirt roughly up. He palms my arse, gripping the soft flesh. His fingertips brush the over sensitive skin at top of my thighs and my hips buck uncontrollably. I bite down on a moan—I’d rather die than give him any indication of pleasure. I’d rather die than allow him to think I want this as much as he does.

But then he slides two fingers between my legs. I’m embarrassed at how easily his fingers slip between the sensitive folds. I’m so wet I feel warmth trickling down my thighs.

A dark laugh rumbles from Evan.

“Oh, you want this as much as I do,” he sneers.

“I do,” I say, just because I want to hurt him, “but not from you.”

My blow lands. With a growl of anger, he captures my hair, wrapping it around his fist. He pulls hard, forcing me to arch up from the table. There’s no tenderness, this time. No warm, velvety pleasure.

There’s only anger and resentment and hot, wet lust.

The blunt tip of his cock slides between my legs. It rubs against my pussy, smearing wetness. Then it pushes against my entrance, sending a shudder of mingled dread and desire through me. Dread because it's Evan doing this to me. Desire because it'sEvandoing this to me.

“You dirty fucking liar,” Evan hisses against my ear. “Look at how fucking wet you are—forme. It wasmytongue you came on last time, and it’smycock you’ll come on this time, Sutton.”

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