Page 79 of Sinful Desires

The door slid open, and we both shuffled inside. Neither one of us bothered to say anything as we waited. When it was time to exit, we did and made our way through the building and out the front door.

Once the main building came into view, panic washed over me, and I quickly started running my hands through my hair in an attempt to look somewhat presentable.

“You look fine,” he assured me, amusement laced throughout his sexy, infuriating voice.

“I look like I was just gangbanged in the woods and then hit by a car for good measure.” I scoffed with an eye roll.

He barked a laugh, surprising me. My gaze slid over to him with interest. I wasn’t sure if I ever heard him laugh before, but it sounded good on him. Looked good on him too.

“Do you want to be gangbanged, little dove?” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes at his attempt at flirting. “You need to work on your pickup lines.” I snorted. “I’m pretty sure that no one in their right mind wants to be gangbanged.”

He shrugged. “Last time I checked, none of us were in our right mind,” he pointed out, slinging an arm around my shoulders as we continued to walk across campus.

I elbowed him in the ribs, but it didn’t have much of an effect on him. Dropping his hand around my waist instead, I turned my head to tell him off about personal space, but before I could, his hand came down hard on my ass, smacking right against one of the fresh wounds he’d made only hours ago. A strangled yelp slipped free, followed by a searing pain.

“Fucking asshole,” I bit out, working to regain my composure.

Once we made it to Mr. Monroe’s classroom, relief filled me. I wasted no time, entering the room and dropping down into a seat behind Gia. However, I unfortunately, hadn’t remained unseen.

Whispers erupted through the room, making me shift uncomfortably in my seat. Foster was diagonal from me, looking at me with widened eyes as he took in my appearance.

Gia turned around in her seat, concern gripping her features as she assessed me. “What the hell happened to you?”

Myles had to have known that people would start asking questions like this. So I wasn’t about to feel bad about confiding in one of the only people here who actually seemed to give a shit.

Leaning forward, my gaze slid over to Foster. When I knew he wasn’t paying us any attention and had gone back to reading out of some textbook, I returned my attention to Gia.

“Myles,” I whispered. “This was my punishment for running from him at breakfast.”

Her lips popped open in surprise. “Did he rape you?” she demanded in a hushed voice. Even though we were quiet enough, my skin still prickled at the prospect of someone overhearing our conversation.

“No. Just carved all of their names into my body with his knife.”

“What?” she hissed in disbelief, earning a few curious looks in our direction.

I chewed on my lower lips as anxiety clawed at my insides and waited for everyone to return to what they were doing prior. When they did, I released a nervous breath before taking the hem of my shirt in my hands. Slowly, I peeled it up over my body just enough for her to see Collin’s name imprinted there.

Her eyes widened as she read the words and I quickly pulled my shirt back down and did another sweep around the classroom, making sure no one else had seen it.

As if seeing the dude wasn’t bad enough, I now had his name on my skin.

“The rest of their names are in different places,” I murmured.

It felt wrong telling her this. If they found out I told anyone, it would be very, very bad. But I was sick and tired of keeping everything bottled up. It was starting to drive me insane.

“Why are they doing this to you?”

I shrugged. “Because I pissed off Myles three years ago? I don’t fucking know. But I guess it could be worse.” That was the truth. If all I had to endure were a few nasty comments and some cuts, I think I could live with that.

She hesitated, her brown eyes moving over to Foster who was currently staring in our direction with a clenched jaw. Hell, he probably thought I screwed Myles too.

Narrowing my eyes right back at him, I refused to back down. His nose scrunched up as if there was a bad smell in the room, and I knew exactly what he was implying.

Luckily for me, Monroe chose that moment to stroll into the room with a coffee cup in one hand and a stack of papers in the other.

“Damn,” Gia whispered, looking our history teacher up and down, making me laugh in response.

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