Page 130 of Pay for Your Lies

“Nothing.” I say, looking around for my top, forgetting that it’s in the trash.

He gently grabs my elbow and turns me back towards him.

“Don’t do that.” He says, ripping his black tee off and putting it over my head. He stands shirtless in front of me, his defined chest and abdomen rippling as he crosses his arms. “Talk to me.”

“I don’t like being a secret.” I say, because it’s easier than admitting anything else. I avoid his gaze as I put my arms through the sleeves of the shirt.

He turns my chin gently towards him. “What are you talking about?”

I search for the right words to verbalize what I’m feeling, but can’t find them. Instead, I say, “You didn’t want anyone to hear us talking when we were in class.”

“Hold on.” He says, and I hear a measure of incredulity in his tone. “You think I’m trying to hide this?”

“When we were in that tiny room at school, you made me leave first. You didn’t want people to see us together.” I point out, my tone slightly accusatory. “Are you going to do the same thing now? Am I going to have to sneak out of her and into your house so no one sees me?”

He cups my jaw, keeping me facing him. “I was thinking ofyou.” He says, pressing a hot kiss against my mouth with a pleased smile. “I didn’t think you’d want people seeing you come out that closet looking freshly fucked on school grounds, especially not when you have a scholarship,” he adds.

“Oh.”

“And yeah, you’re absolutely right I didn’t want anyone to hear us in class. That’s not because I don’t want people to know I’m fucking you or that I’m embarrassed, Silver.” he says, his jaw working. “It’s because I don’t want anyone to hear how I fuck you and how you come for me.”

I’m at a loss for words.

I’d immediately assumed the worst when in fact it seemed like he’d just been his usual protective self.

“So you’re not keeping this a secret?” I ask, to make sure I’m understanding.

“Believe me, I have no issue telling people we’re fucking.” He says. “In fact…”

His voice trails off as he bends to grab the shreds of Phoenix’s sweater in one hand and intertwines his fingers in mine with the other.

He throws the door open and pulls me out after him and onto the landing.

“Listen up everyone,” he calls, pulling me to the railing. A few people on our floor hear him and turn around, but the music drowns out his words too much for the vast majority of people downstairs to hear.

“What are you doing?” I hiss at him as I avoid the gaze of the people below us. He squeezes my hand as he brings the fingers of his other hand up to his mouth and lets out a deafening whistle.

That gets everyone’s attention.

He throws his arm over my shoulder and tucks me against his side before slamming his lips down on mine.

Immediately, everything else fades away as his tongue licks into my mouth and battles with mine.

He groans against my lips and sucks my tongue hotly. The kiss is wild and feral and a completely inappropriate PDA.

That realization has me wrenching my lips away from his. He looks down at me with heavy lidded eyes that pulse with lust for me and for a moment I’m ensnared and trapped in his gaze.

I look away and into the shocked and bewildered faces of our classmates, including Nera’s.

She’s standing at the bottom of the stairs with a look that borders on pride as she gives me an ecstatic smile and thumbs up.

I want to crawl into a hole where I can die quietly from this humiliation.

“I wanted to let you guys know that we’re fucking.” Rhys announces with a pleased hum.

“Oh my fucking God.” I mumble quietly.

He turns his head towards me slightly and speaks only so I can hear him, “I told you I wasn’t hiding this and I wasn’t kidding. They’re all going to know.” Then louder, for everyone else to hear, “We’re fucking and she’s mine. Anyone who comes near her or touches her will become intimately familiar with extreme pain at my hands.”

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