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The pain he endured hits me like a brick in the stomach. Not because of how much it must’ve hurt but because I didn’t inflict it.
“You want to be hers so badly?” I ask, letting my hand slide over his wounds until I grip his throat. “Or do you prefer being mine?”
“Don’t make me choose. Please. I want both,” he squeaks. “Can’t I have both?”
My nostrils flare, but my rage is not purely his fault. He can’t help that I’m a jealous bitch, just as much as I can’t help him being such a sucker for someone who can own him. We both have our weaknesses.
All of which now point toher.
Lana fucking Rivera.
The girl who’s got all three of us vexed.
“Fine. You want to make things right with me?” I ask.
He nods eagerly. “Punish me. Use me. Make me yours.”
I zip down and pull out my raging hard-on.
“Open your mouth.”
I drag his face over my length and shove him down to the base, feeling his tongue circle my length.
“Earn the fucking right to eat my cum.”
And I pull out my knife and stab him right in the shoulder where she hit him.
Moans follow his cries as I thrust deep into his throat again, owning every part of his submissive soul, just like I always do in the pits of these darkened halls.
My parents would die if they knew the truth.
But for now, there’s no one here to judge.
No one here to tell us we’re wrong for enjoying what we do.
No one here to hear him scream.
LANA
A few days later
I tapmy pen back and forth, but I can’t for the life of me focus on my homework. This paper isn’t going to fucking write itself, but dammit, my mind is somewhere else.
“I really don’t get this part,” Brooke says.
“What?” I mutter.
I almost forgot Brooke and Irina were here too.
“Oh nothing, I’m just really wondering why on earth I chose this class.”
I laugh. “I can relate to that.”
“No shit, what are we even doing here? Why aren’t we out there socializing, drinking, and having a fucking party? I thought that was what college was all about.”
“College kind of implies studying too,” I jest.
“Yeah, who even made that up?” She sighs. “I’m so done with this.”
