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And because it hurts, I need to inflict it back.
I walk to Aiden with wide steps. Ronan grins like an idiot. Xander looks through the window, appearing lost somewhere. Cole who’s been talking to Aiden stops speaking when I stand in front of Aiden’s desk.
I plant my palm on it and lower myself to meet him point-blank. He arches an eyebrow as if challenging me.
Game on, dickhead.
I say in a clear voice for the whole class to hear, “I’m not yours.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
When I told Aiden I’m not his, I expected anger.
Hell, I expected his mean side.
Because that’s what bullies do, don’t they? When pushed, they push back.
Instead of letting go and showing his true self, his lips curve into a mocking smile. “That’s not what you were saying when you came all over my face. Twice.”
My jaw nearly hits the floor.
No.
He didn’t just say that.
Kim gasps from beside me and murmurs break all over the class. No one has the audacity to speak up in front of Aiden.
Ronan is the only one who laughs, nodding, “I second that. I heard the screams.”
Fuck my life.
Aiden opens his mouth again, but I silence him with a hand against his lips. Whatever he has to say will ruin me more than he already did.
If he appeared triumphant before, he looks absolutely smug now. He raises his brows in a silent dare, challenging me to deny it.
The bell rings and Mrs Stone comes into class. I let go of Aiden and plop into the seat in front of him because it’s the only one available. My movement are flustered as I retrieve my notebook and pens.
Warm breaths tickle my ear before Aiden’s smooth voice whispers, “Try denying that you’re mine again and I’ll fuck you in front of the lot of them to prove it.”
My eyes widen as I grip my pencil tighter. He disappears from my back all too soon as Mrs Stone continues her lecture.
I’m struggling to school my features and chase away whatever picture Aiden just painted in my head.
Damn him and his dirty mouth.
The space between my legs heat, and I rub them to chase the sensation away.
It doesn’t work.
On the contrary, the friction becomes unbearable, almost like when Aiden had his mouth on me, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, his tongue and fingers thrusting in and out of me while —
“Miss Quinn?”
I startle at Mrs Stone’s voice and my cheeks feel on fire.
“Are you all right?” Mrs Stone’s voice sounds from above me.
“What?”
