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“The other day out on the quad, when you were talking to Luke, you called me your girl,” I point out, and I feel like an idiot when his face suddenly turns serious. “It’s just I’ve never been anyone’s girl before.” I nudge him out of my way and open my locker. He doesn’t say anything, just watches me as I dump my bag and pull out the stuff I need for calculus. “It’s no big deal, okay. Forget I said anything.”
“No.” He slams my locker door shut and presses me into it. “I’m not gonna forget it.” He looks deadly serious now. “You’re not just my girl, Ella, you’re my fuckin’ everything, and right now would be about the time that I’d kiss you and prove it to every fucker watchin’.”
“I think you’re making it pretty obvious.” I pull my eyes off his to glance around us at the audience we’ve acquired. Mainly, girls who are looking like they want to scratch my eyes out.
“Good,” he nods his head satisfied, pulling my textbook out of my hand and placing it under his arm with his, before walking me to class.
What he’d said sticks in my head all afternoon. Now that Nyx is in my life, I can’t imagine it without him. After graduation, we have to find a way of being together. I figure he won’t want to go on to college. He loves to draw and seems to be doing what he wants already, tattooing.
It’s a job he can do anywhere in the world, and that gives us options.
I know there’s still so much about Nyx that I don’t know but even secrets can’t come between us. They can stay buried for all I care because I trust him. In the short time I’ve known Nyx, I’ve fallen in love with him. I want a future with him, away from my father, and away from Luke Robinson.
I meet Nyx in the library after last period, just like he texted me and asked me to, but I really can’t see us getting any studying done.
“Stop looking at me like that, it’s distracting.” I tap my finger into his open textbook to remind him why we’re here. We’ve been in the library half an hour and Nyx hasn’t even picked up a pen.
“I’m allowed to look at you, you’re mine.” He takes a quick glance around the room before tilting his head towards mine and kissing my lips. How can him kissing me make my whole body react? I ache for him in places I never knew existed until I experienced Nyx Anderson. I can feel my pulse thumping between my legs and all I wanna do is have him inside me again. Under the desk I feel his hand slide onto my thigh, and he strokes me, the tips of his fingers teasing and almost touching me where I want him.
“Nyx,” I warn, and the smirk on his face suggests he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“What ya thinking about, darlin’?” he asks, closing up the book in front of me and snatching the pen out of my fingers with the hand that’s behaving above the table.
“I’m thinking that you're gonna get us into trouble.” My eyes wander over to the reception desk where the librarian is watching us suspiciously. He follows my glare over his shoulder briefly and is still smiling when he looks back at me.
“Maybe we should give her something to look at,” he suggests, his finger pressing tight against my center, applying the perfect amount of pressure as it slips through my slit with just the fabric of my panties standing between us.
“Shit,” I whisper, my body shivering under his touch while he watches, licking those damn lips at me.
“You still hurtin’?” he asks, and I don’t recall him asking me that last night while he was power driving me into the wall of his tattoo studio.
“A little.” I clear my throat. How the hell are my nipples reacting to this? He’s nowhere near them.
“You know where my art class is?” He leans in closer to my ear, his voice giving me goosebumps.
“Yeah,” I manage, clenching my thighs and crushing his hand.
“There’s a storage closet for supplies next to it. I’m gonna get up from this table and you are gonna meet me there in five minutes.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer him, removing his hand from between my legs and then sliding his book off the desk before he pulls his bag on to his shoulder. I watch him leave, my stomach doing a tiny summersault as I smile sweetly at the librarian, and then check the clock behind her desk. I wait four minutes before I grab up my stuff, then I try and stay calm and inauspicious as I head out into the corridor, towards the art block.
I know exactly what will be waiting for me I when I get there, and I can’t believe I’m even considering it. If we ever got caught, Principal K would be sure to tell my father. And I’m in enough trouble where he’s concerned. But… just the thought of Nyx inside me again keeps my feet moving forward.
I pause when I get to the door, checking left and right before I push open it but I don’t get the chance to take the breath I need, before a tattooed hand reaches out from behind the door, snatches my wrist and drags me inside.
It’s pitch black, I can’t see a thing in front of me and when I feel his lips slam hard on to mine, he must swallow the gasp I make.
“I’ve been thinking about doing this all fuckin’ day, Ell,” he tells me grabbing my wrists and forcing them above my head. His body grinding into mine and making sure I feel how hard he is. “You wanna try something with me?” He flicks the lock on the door, and turns my body so my front presses into it. He’s standing behind me now, his teeth scraping over the skin on my neck and making my nails dig into the wood.
“Sure,” I whisper, petrified we’re gonna get caught, despite the door being locked. I can hear him loosening up his belt, and my panties dampen with anticipation when he shoves up my dress and his cock slides between my thighs.
His strong arm wraps around my waist, and I almost yelp in shock when he spins me back around and drags us both down to the floor. His back rests against the door to prop us up and he places me on his lap. I see the benefits of it when his hand delves into the front of my panties, setting butterflies loose in my stomach when he rubs a finger tight against my clit.
“Reach between your legs and take my cock, Ell,” he orders, sounding desperate and authoritative all at the same time as he forces my panties over to one side. Using my feet against the floor, I lift my hips off his body and do as he’s asked, reaching between my thighs and taking a hold of his huge, firm cock.
“Fuck,” he growls, rolling his hips as I pull him through my fists a few times. “Put it inside you,” he commands, thrusting to meet the rhythm of my palm. Fisting my hair in one of his hands, he pulls me so my back is taught with his chest, I feel his tongue roll up my neck, his mouthagainst my ear and every part of me aches for him, I’m a desperate wreck as I fumble between us and line him up with my entrance.
“You sit your tight little pussy on my cock and get yourself off like you did in the woods when you rode my face,” he whispers, and the memory of being back there and how good it felt that first time he made me come has me bringing him closer, and edging his thick cock slowly inside me.
I cry out when his strong hand grips at my hip and forces me down onto him. Pleasure shooting up my spine as Nyx pulls on my hair, keeping me tight to his body and his mouth tight to my ear.
