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A tingle starts to spread from my center and outward, working its way through my limbs. My legs start to shake, letting me know I’m close, my pussy quivering. I push up onto my tiptoes, trying to get him to hit that spot that I know will drive me over the edge. So close, so fucking close. I bite into my bottom lip feeling the pleasure build. I’m almost there when he slows down, nearly pulling all the way out of me.
“Don’t you dare come. This is not for you. This is for me.”
His hand pushes me back down on the table so I can’t move my hips at the angle that I want to. Then he enters me again, his strokes are deep, so deep I can feel him inside my belly, but they’re also annoyingly slow. And the pleasure I was feeling before is long gone now. There’s no way I can come at the pace he’s going, and I guess that’s the point. He’s punishing me, showing me that he has all the power.
He thrusts into me a few more times, only picking up speed the last two strokes for his own release. Grunting, I feel his cock growing, and seconds later, he comes inside of me, coating my inner walls with his cum as his fingers dig into my flesh with bruising force.
“Fuck,” he grunts. “Fuck…”
A moment later, he pulls out of me and steps away. The loss of his body leaves me cold and empty all over, only the cum dripping out between my folds is left of him. I want him to touch me again. I want him to make me come. But most of all, I just want him to hold me, to tell me that he believes me and that everything will be okay.
Instead, I hear the sound of jeans rustling and a zipper zipping. I don’t move. Heavy footsteps followed by the clicking noise of the door unlocking, meets my ear, but I still don’t move. I’m spent, between my interaction with Clark and Vance just now I feel… hopeless, lost in a vast ocean of emotions.
It takes me a long time to get the strength to push myself up and off the table but when I do, I pull my panties and leggings up, righting my clothing. I feel dirty and used. My muscles ache, and my eyes hurt from the crying I had done earlier. All I want to do is go home and curl up in my bed, forgetting everything around me, but if I go home, I have to face Henry, my mom, and worst of all, Vance. I have nowhere else to go. I have no friends. I have nothing.
Chapter Sixteen
Vance
I haven’t seen her in twenty-four hours and I feel like a drug addict coming off a trip, unable to get more of his favorite drug. Somehow she has managed to avoid me after I fucked her bent over the table in the empty classroom. I walk down the stairs and knock on my father’s office door. He looks up from some paperwork and waves me in.
“Hey son,” he greets, pushing the folders of paperwork away from him.
“Hey, did you talk to Ava yet?” I really don’t care if he did or not. I just want to know where she is, and I would rather not let on to him how obsessed I am with her.
“No, I’m not sure where she is. I have a feeling she’s been avoiding me. My guess is she knows that she’s been caught lying and doesn’t want to face the consequences. I wish her father had put more effort into disciplining her.”
“Okay, she must have come home sometime, it’s not like she has anywhere else to go.” I’m thinking out loud again. Shit.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine,” I lie. Fine, yeah, no. I’m not fine at all. I’m on edge, angry, and confused. Confused about the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts that I can’t get in order over Ava. I can’t suppress my need for her, no matter how hard I try.
“Is she bothering you again?” he asks. Half of me says to tell him she is, hell, make her disappear, hopefully forever, while the other half wants to torment her myself, keep her right where I want her.
“Nah, she’s behaving,” I murmur, slipping out of his office before he can ask me another question. The thing about this house is when it’s quiet, you can hear everything. As I enter the hall, I hear the front door opening quietly, followed by light footsteps racing up the stairs. By the time I come around the corner, I’ve only caught a glimpse of her at the top of the stairs before she disappears again.
My lips curve into a predatory smile. I’m about to get my fix, my first hit in what seems like forever. The blood in my veins tingle and saliva fills my mouth. As badly as we don’t want to admit we want each other, maybe we even need each other. The hate I have for her melts away, giving way to a different emotion all together when I’m inside her. But as soon as I pull out, that feeling fades away, and I’m reminded that she’s a liar, a master-fucking-manipulator.
