“W…where are you going?”
I don’t answer. I don’t turn around. I force myself to take step after step away from her so she knows exactly what it’s like to have someone mark you, only to walk away and for you to be forgotten.
* * *
I skipthird period but make sure I’m in fourth. Allie will have my ass if I skip our calculus class again. It’s the one class Dom, Aaron, Rome, Allie, and I all have together, and I swear she treats it like it’s a family meal. I head to the back of the class where Dom and Aaron are already seated and nod at both of them as I take my seat. Bibiana has fourth with us too, and it looks like this girl doesn’t give one fuck about making a scene, because as soon as my ass hits the chair, she storms into class, cheeks tinged pink and eyes ablaze as she heads straight toward me, righteous anger etched into every line of her body. “What the hell was that?” she bites out, slamming her small hand against the top of my desk.
I might not have thought this through completely, but damn if she’s not beautiful like this. I’ll have to piss her off again sometime. Possibilities race through my mind and a slow smile curls the corners of my mouth. I look her up and down, silently cursing myself for not getting a glimpse when I had the chance of the tanned skin she hides beneath her oversized sweaters. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I spread my legs and lean back in my seat, folding my arms across my chest. She stands there. Indignation written all over her face. “Did you need something?” I ask. “Class is about to start.”
Her eyes brighter, a lick of fire rising to the surface as her gaze narrows on me. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, but you can’t just…” she waves her arm in the air. “You can’t do what you did and then walk away like that.”
I cock my head to the side. “Why? You had zero problem fucking me and walking away. I thought this was our thing.” The students around us snicker but neither of us look their way, too focused on glowering at one another instead.
Bibiana bares her teeth, leaning forward and pressing her face close to mine. I’m tempted to kiss her again. Capture her lips with mine and see how she reacts, but I manage to hold myself back. Barely. The pull between is strong. I don’t fucking like it. She’s not only under my skin. It’s like she’s burrowing her way into my goddamn soul. What is it about this girl?
I catalogue her features, taking in her bright blue eyes, her kiss-bitten lips, and her sexy-as-hell scowl, all the while ignoring Dominique’s interested stare. The asshole’s probably already envisioning my downfall at the hands of the tiny thing in front of me. He’s a cruel bastard like that. Seriously though, he and baby Henderson deserve one another. And me, do I deserve her? I’m not sure if I’ve been given a gift or a curse with Bibiana’s arrival.
“What is your problem? We had a one-night stand. Why are you acting like an asshole whose feelings are hurt when you knew the arrangement upfront?”
I scoff. “Baby girl, my feelings are far from hurt. You just seemed a little tense earlier. I figured I’d help you out.”
She isn’t buying it, but I don’t fucking care. The entire room is looking our way. She doesn’t know it yet, but her little outburst isn’t going to do her any favors here. My jaw tightens. I don’t know how to feel about that.
Roman and Allie walk in and like any other day they head straight for me and Dom claiming the seats nearest to us. “Is everything okay?” Allie asks.
I shrug. “Not sure. You should ask your new friend here.”
Allie’s shoulders drop and she gives me an exasperated look. “What did you do?”
Bibiana smirks. Cute. She’s only known Allie a handful of days. Vanilla would never take her side over mine, but I let her think she’s won. For the next thirty seconds, at least before I turn to Allie and look her right in the eye. I’ll probably go to hell for this. Then again, I’m already a Devil. Hell’s been a forgone conclusion for me. “I gave her an orgasm.” I say loud enough that the entire class can hear. “Not sure what the problem is. She enjoyed it, but now she’s complaining. Sorry, baby girl. I had to get to class. I know you have needs so if you behave, I’ll consider helping you out again later.” Her cheeks flush and fire licks her gaze.
“Screw you,” she curses and turns, looking for a seat, but she isn’t left with many options. She can either sit her pretty ass down where she’s at, putting her beside Allie and directly in front of me, or she can go sit front and center at the head of the class.
Her nostrils flare and I watch as she considers what to do, her fingers curling into a tight fist at her side.
She does what I expect and claims the seat in front of me, her back ramrod straight and shoulders stiff. I lean across my desk, my mouth hovering behind her ear as I whisper, “That’s right. Be a good girl and next time I’ll get you off with my mouth instead of my fingers.”
I watch in fascination as goosebumps break out across her skin.
“There isn’t going to be a next time,” she grinds out.
I laugh and lean back in my chair. I thought that too, but I’ve suddenly changed my mind. No longer content leaving her after just one round. An eye for an eye isn’t enough. I don’t want to get even. I need to be ahead. To win whatever twisted game it is we’re playing.
This girl has me under her spell, and I refuse to be the only one who suffers for it. She deserves to be punished. I need that. Need to know I’m the one in control. I don’t want to hurt her. Not physically.
I want to strip her down of her defenses and make her beg. I want to tease and taunt her until she can’t take it anymore. And when she’s finally had enough, I want to push her a little bit more. Show her just how much she can take. I don’t know why I feel this way. But it’s an insatiable need, and fuck it, I may hate myself for this later, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m drawn to this girl. And instead of doing the smart thing and keeping the fuck away, I’m going to bury myself in her until neither of us knows up from down. And I’m going to have a hell of a time doing it.
Eight
“Relax,” Monique tells me.
I’m pacing in the living room and despite Luis being asleep in my arms, nervous energy makes it hard to stand still.
“It’s not a big deal.”
Easy for her to say. She isn’t the one about to tell everyone she has a kid. A kid who happens to also belong to their friend, but I’ll save that story for another day. Maybe. Hopefully. Urgh. I don’t know. I tried all week to find the courage to tell Emilio about Luis but there was never a good time and then after the whole classroom incident, I don’t know. I need to tell him but a part of me also doesn’t want to.
He did what he did and then went about his business like it never even happened. And every time I turned around he was either hitting on a girl or making out with one in the hallways at school. It … sucked.
