Page 39 of Sinful Desires

“What the fuck man,” Collin blurted, drawing the attention of a few students surrounding us. “I thought you wanted her too!”

Hunter rolled his eyes and snorted as if that was absurd despite what he’d just told us. “Nah. I’ve already got my hands full; I don’t need another chick to complicate things even more.”

Collin shook his head in disbelief. “You’re all idiots,” he snapped. “You don’t even know what you’re doing, do you?” Before any of us could ask him what the fuck he meant by that, he was already storming off, shoulder checking Jessica on the way, who stared after him with wide eyes.

Jessica rubbed her arm where he’d bumped into her, and hesitantly slipped into the seat beside her boyfriend. Luckily, she didn’t say a word, even though it looked like she really wanted to.

“This might be bad timing,” she started, at least having the decency to look sheepish. “But have you had time to talk to Collin about what we spoke about the other day?”

Hunter gave her a weird ass look that implied he didn’t know what she was talking about. “Huh?” was all he managed to say, his mind still elsewhere as he stared off into the distance.

A sigh flew past her lips. “About Madison,” she pushed impatiently.

He pinched the bridge of his nose in agitation. “No, Jess. I haven’t. We’ve been a bit preoccupied with other shit.”

A wicked thought snaked its way into my brain. This would probably complicate things for Collin later on, but it was worth it.

“Hunter’s right,” I said, drawing her attention to me. “Collin’s been chasing after a different girl.”

Her lips parted in surprise as she looked between Hunter and Myles for confirmation, but neither one of them spoke up, leaving her no choice but to turn back to me.

“Who?”

A small smile worked its way onto my face. On the outside, I was playing it calm and collected. On the inside, I was bursting. Leaning forward, my eyes drifted over to my target. Jessica could be ruthless when she wanted to be. I’ve seen that firsthand. If she wanted to, she could make someone’s life here hell.

“Her.” I pointed to her, not giving a shit if she turned to see me doing it. “The one with purple hair.” I dropped my arm and glanced back at Jessica. “That’s why Collin hasn’t seemed phased by this…breakup. He’s on the rebound.”

Jessica narrowed her eyes at Aspen, and by the deadly glare she was giving her, I knew I’d done my job. I reached for my bottle of water and took a long drink before looking back at Hunter who seemed hesitant about the entire situation, but he also knew there wasn’t another way. Not if we wanted to keep Myles from spiraling. At least this way, Myles knew he had us to fall back on and things wouldn’t get so sloppy and messed up.

We didn’t say much else as we continued eating and didn’t bother to clean our shit up afterwards either, leaving it for the lunch lady to take care of.

Just as we were making our way out of the cafeteria, two girls jumped in our way, making us all stop in our tracks to keep from running them over. Though, that was certainly an appealing option.

The blonde looked between all of us with excitement swirling around in her blue orbs. Finally, her gaze settled on me, and my stomach twisted. “You’re Foster Henderson, right?” she questioned like I was some kind of celebrity.

It wasn’t often that females singled me out. Hunter and Collin were always the top choices when it came to girls wanting one of us. Probably because of their fuck-boy history. Girls typically avoided me because of how I am. The fact that these girls didn’t lead me to believe that they were either new, or freshmen.

Myles shot me an amused look as if sensing my anxiety. Maybe I was a misogynistic asshole, and maybe that made me a fucked-up person. But being hit on rubbed me the wrong way. I knew what girls were capable of, and it was never anything good.

Before I could dwell on it too much, the blonde stepped forward, flipping her medium-length hair behind her shoulder. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as she extended her arm and placed a dainty hand on my bicep, causing my throat to tighten and my stomach to lurch. Anxiety rippled through me as I was thrown headfirst into a flashback, my PTSD rearing its ugly head.

“What? Are you into guys or some shit?” Mike demanded. “You don’t wanna see some pussy?” He had a girl by her hair as he dangled her in front of me. Her eyes were glazed over from whatever drug she was on, and her thin lips curved into a sadistic smile of her own. I’d known her for a good portion of my life. She worked with my mom and was supposed to be her friend, but she continued to fuck Mike every chance she got. “Let me show you how it’s done,” he continued, unbuttoning his pants with his free hand, refusing to let the naked girl go. It wasn’t like she was going to run away. She seemed to like the torment. My heart dropped into my stomach as the realization of what was happening came crashing down. “And if you utter a single syllable to your mom about this, I’ll beat her to a bloody pulp in front of you, and make you watch as she gags on my cock.”

My hands shook and I clenched my eyes shut as he pulled the woman closer to him. My breath came out in quick, shallow pants as I struggled to breathe.

“Look at me, boy.”

Reluctantly, I did as he said, too afraid to defy him. Her mouth was already around him, the sucking noises causing my stomach to curl. A satisfied groan ripped from his throat as his head dropped back against the armchair he sat in.

“I’m going to cum in this sexy bitch, and then you’re going to lick it out of her like the little bastard you are.”

I’d been ten at the time. I wish I could say that had only been a one-time thing, or that the promises he’d made weren’t followed through with. But that would have been a lie. The worst part was, my own mother, who was supposed to protect me, just stayed quiet so she could protect herself. It had been one of the first times I’d been utterly disgusted with a woman, but it wouldn’t be the last.

Mike hated what my mom did for a living, but he also wasn’t willing to let the money go. Turns out, there was a lot of money in sex. He’d beat on her and cheat on her as punishment for having sex with other men, but he refused to get a job of his own and she didn’t have an education to get one that paid even close to what she was making as a prostitute.

I glanced at the girl’s hand that was still wrapped around my arm. A mixture of emotions flooded through me, and I quickly shrugged the girl off of me.

A sneer curled my lips as I took a step toward her. “What gave you the impression that you could fucking touch me?” I growled, red clouding my vision.

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