Page 43 of Be Mine, Cruel Valentines

I shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter what I want, does it?”

Foxyn shook his head. “Did Theon fuck the last brain cells out of your head?” He tapped a finger against my temple. Foxyn laughed as he turned away from me.

“Let me guess. You didn’t want everyone to see how fast you came in my mouth, right?” I knew taunting him would only result in pain, but I anticipated it. More than that, I wanted it to be by Foxyn’s hands.

Foxyn shoved me against the wall. His firm muscular body pressed up against mine. It was taking everything in me not to cum right now.

“I will fucking ruin you,” Foxyn growled.

I met his gaze. “Don’t promise me a good time unless you plan to deliver.” I thrust my hips forward, and he undoubtedly felt the evidence of what his rough treatment did to me.

Foxyn’s pupils dilated, and I didn’t know if he noticed. He leaned in close. For a short second, I swore he was about to kiss me. I held my breath, our lips centimeters away from each other. I could practically taste him.

Please.

“Hey, what the hell!” someone shouted.

Foxyn and I both turned to see some guy running toward us. He grabbed Foxyn.Big mistake.The guy hit the ground before he could utter another word.

I moved quickly and stopped Foxyn before he got riled up. There was no stopping him once he reached that point. Not even if his opponent was bleeding and tapping out.

“Foxyn, enough.”

Cobalt blue eyes bore into my soul. I felt like that teenager again faced with another boy I swore was a monster.

“You’re on scholarship,” I whispered.

Foxyn lowered his hands and grunted. He didn’t spare the guy another glance.

“You will pay for that comment later.” He pointed to me as he turned away.

A shiver of desire and fear twisted inside of me. I both wanted to stay away and chase him down.

Shit, what they do to me should be illegal.

“Are you okay?”

I blinked a few times, remembering the guy on the floor. Turning back around, a tall man with blond hair and a square jaw stood there. He rubbed at his arm, but his gray eyes were busy scanning over me.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” He shook his head. “The hell was he thinking? Guys like him are just shitty.”

That was a normal response to someone like Foxyn. Shit. I should have the same thoughts. Instead, all I wanted was for him to hurt me like only he could.

“You’re not wrong, and he does know it.” I cleared my throat, shoving away my depraved thoughts. “I’m fine. I’m used to it. They’ve been like that toward me since high school.”

“They! There are more?” The guy moved closer and placed his hands on my shoulders. “You don’t have to take their bullying. If you need, I can go to the dean with you.” He squinted and looked past me, but Foxyn was long gone. “I think that dude is on a sports team. I’ve seen him in the gym.”

I shook my head before he could go any further. “No, thank you.” I removed his hands from my shoulders. There were no sparks, no voice edging me on. Nothing.

“Are you sure?” His full lips dipped into a frown. He was handsome in that prince-charming kind of way. If I were someone else, maybe he’d be the kind of guy I would have obsessed over. Instead of the monsters I pined for.

“Yeah, I’m sure.” I shoved my hair back and tied it at the nape of my neck.

A hand moved toward my face, and I reacted on instinct. My hand wrapped around his wrist, and I curled in and turned around. I bent over and pulled at the same time. When his body weight shifted, I rolled with it and slammed him to the ground.

“Uh, fuck!”

I released the stranger and stood over him.What the fuck is he thinking?He wheezed and gasped on the floor. Students started to leave their classrooms and stare at us in confusion. That was my cue to leave. I patted the guy on the chest and turned away from him.

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