Page 78 of Sinful Desires

Collin’s name was carved across my stomach, red surrounding each word.

“Now roll over.” He smirked. “My name’s going on your ass.”

By the time he finished, my entire body was on fire—especially my hip where he fucking stabbed me. Myles ended up with one ass cheek while Hunter got the other. Foster got the sensitive area beneath one of my boobs—which was probably one of the most painful areas he could have cut up.

As soon as we made it back to his room, he patched up the wound on my hip with a surprising tenderness I didn’t even know he had.

“You do realize that you’re insane, right?” I questioned once he was finished. “Like this isn’t normal.”

Maybe I was too though. His mouth on me like that shouldn’t have felt so good. How his tongue swiped across every open wound, the sight of my blood coating his tongue. There was something seriously fucking wrong with me. A shiver wrapped me in its embrace as I shoved those thoughts from my mind.

“Maybe you like that about me.” He smirked, washing his hands in the sink before drying them on a hand towel.

“I don’t like anything about you.” That was the truth. There wasn’t a decent bone in his body. My body might have reacted to him, but my brain was the one driving me most days. I still hated him with a ferocity that would consume me whole if I allowed it.

He pushed away from the counter and invaded my personal space, his gaze meeting mine. “You sure about that?” he challenged, arching a brow.

“Positive.”

His jaw ticked, indicating he didn’t like my response, but he didn’t comment on it. Even if he wanted to say something, his phone ringing broke the silence. Reaching into his pocket, he snagged the device and placed it to his ear without breaking eye contact.

While he focused on his phone call, my eyes darted around the bathroom. A clawfoot tub sat at the far end, making my eyebrows raise. Did they get to choose the fucking layout of their rooms or something?

The wall length mirror stretched from one side of the room to the other, giving it a luxurious vibe, and a small black hand towel rested against each hook on either side of the counter.

“Are you serious?” he demanded into the device, pulling me back to reality.

I couldn’t hear what was being said, but it was obviously something my captor didn’t like. Slapping a hand over his face in frustration, he blew out an uneven breath.

“I’ll bring her,” was his final reply before he hung up and stuffed his phone back into his pocket.

“Looks like you get to escape me for a couple hours,” he said at last, his gaze searing through me. “But don’t get too excited. Foster will be there.”

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “What are you talking about?”

“Monroe called a homeroom meeting,” he explained. “All of the teachers do it at some point or another.”

Annoyance filtered through me. Today was Saturday. One of my only days away from school. Why the hell did he have to choose today of all days to do it? Not that I didn’t want to get some space between me and Myles, but what was the point when it just stuck me with Foster—who was proving to be just as bad?

“Well, can I stop by my room first?”

I needed to change my clothes desperately. He didn’t say anything as he took in my appearance. I was dressed in my leggings and his T-shirt since he’d cut through my own. Blood stains covered my pants, and my face and hair were a disaster.

Finally, he shrugged. “I think you look fine the way you are.” Reaching out, he ruffled my hair, making it even more messy. A snarl ripped from my throat and I swatted at him.

“There,” he chided, wiping something from my cheek, making me grimace in the process.

My blood boiled as anger consumed me. “Are you kidding me?” I demanded, looking past him and into the mirror. “I have blood seeping through the ass of my leggings.” Twisting my body so he could see, his lips twitched in amusement which only pissed me off more.

“Grab your bag. You might need it,” he ordered, changing the subject.

A growl of frustration left me as I realized that he was really going to make me go to class looking like this. I looked like I’d been gangbanged and beaten. What the hell were people going to think when they saw me?

Pettiness gripped me, and I remained standing there. His face shifted into its usual stone, cold mask which had tendrils of fear slithering through me. I had to remember; Myles was different. He actually wanted me to disobey him so he could inflict his version of punishment.

“Fine.” I shot him one last glare before retreating into his room and leading the way to the door at the other end.

To my relief, the hallway was empty. The last thing I needed was to be made fun of before even making it to the classroom. Pretty sure that the whole school was convinced that I was fucking all of them by now. My hands curled into fists as we neared the elevator. I was getting really fed up with being treated this way. I hated being controlled. Dominated from time to time was fine, but controlled? Sign me the fuck out.

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