Page 96 of Make You Mine

Unknown:

We will. Soon. *Wink emoji*

I shake my head. He can hear and watch my every move. I still can’t understand how he’s doing this.

This time, I don’t hold myself back.

I take a deep breath and stretch my arm to flip my finger to wherever he is, making sure I cover every corner of the hallway so that he sees me clearly.

“Fuck you.”

Ping. I flicker my eyes to the screen of my phone.

Unknown:

Stop being impatient, my wife. I know you want me. And you’ll have me.

“That is not what I—” I hiss. “You’re out of your mind.”

Unknown:

Maybe. Doesn’t change what’s about to happen. Now, go back to your class and wear the panties.

“No.”

Unknown:

Listen to your husband.

“You’re not my husband, Devon. That’s your name, isn’t it? Who even are you? And why the fuck did you think it was okay to tattoo my whole body while I was asleep?”

Unknown:

You told me to, baby. You wanted me to visit you while you’re unconscious. Claim you. I just claimed you in a different way than what you anticipated.

“It was a trap,” I call out. “I was trying to get you.”

Oh, crap. I shouldn’t have said that.

Unknown:

Well, it worked. You’ve got my full attention. And don’t worry, those tattoos are temporary. But we’ll make them permanent later. With your full permission. And you will give me that permission.

“That’s it.”

I make my way to the teachers’ lounge again, where my bag is, so I can leave this place, get out of here.

Fuck my plan, fuck everything.

I’ll have to find another way to bust this psycho’s ass. He has no intention of meeting me, seeing me, or giving me what I need. He’s toying with me, teasing, torturing me for his own pleasure. He’s all talk and no action, and I’ve had enough.

He’s made my decision for me.

“I’m leaving,” I announce, heading toward the front door.

The lights start flickering as I rush through the hallways, holding onto the strap of my handbag. Chills run down my spine.

What the hell?