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“God, Devon, would you stop?” She laughs, and it makes me want to break her in half. “I get it, I really do. I ruined you, and that’s my fault. But I don’t have whatever it is you think I have—whatever you think you’re going to get out of me if you keep doing whatever the fuck it is you’re doing.”
“Stop fucking lying!” I shout.
“I’m not lying!” she yells back. “Give me my money back, Devon! Please. Please give me my money back.”
“It’s not your fucking money, Ally.”
“I hate you,” she hisses. “I wish we never met.”
She puts both hands on my chest and pushes me hard. I stumble just a little bit before she spits in my face, and I’m back on her. I pull the knife from my pocket, flip it open, and hold it at the base of her throat.
“The feeling is fucking mutual,” I tell her. “And you’re going to pay for it.”
“Oh, yeah? And how exactly are you going to do that? Another haircut? Are you going to parade Audrey around the school some more? Please,” she scoffs. She wraps her hand around my wrist that holds the knife. “You’re going to threaten me with the only thing that’s brought me any kind of relief over the past fewmonths? Huh? Make sure it leaves a mark, Devon, or it doesn’t count.”
She leans forward until the knife digs into her skin, causing blood to run down her throat and pool at the collar of her black t-shirt. “That’s better. There’s nothing else you can do to me, Devon. I have nothing left. The sooner you figure that out, the sooner we can both move on.”
Shocked, I lower the knife. “You’re lying.”
She reaches out and places her hands on either side of my face. “You know I’m not. Youknowme.”
I shake my head. “I don’t.”
“You’veseenme.”
She lifts onto her toes, and her lips barely brush against mine. The scent of whiskey on her breath assaults my nostrils.
“Stop,” I tell her.
“I’m not doing anything.” She fists my shirt and buries her head in my neck. “I just want to smell you,” she says, breathing me in. “You smell so good. I dream about it sometimes, you know? Your scent, your hands on me.”
“You’re insane,” I tell her, shaking my head. “And you’re drunk.”
I shrug her off me and feel something warm and wet against my skin. I look down at my gray t-shirt and see a deep, red blood stain on the front.
“Oops,” she says. “Sorry about that.”
I push her up against the wall and cover her mouth with mine, kissing her hard enough that our teeth knock together. Her tongue dips into my mouth as she kisses me back just as desperately, teasing my lips with her teeth.
I reach my hands down and lift her up by her ass, and she wraps her legs around my waist. I carry her like that into the classroom and kick the door closed, then I bring her over to the teacher’s desk and set her down on its edge, kissing her mouth, sucking on her neck while I grind my hard cock into her pussy.
“Devon, fuck me,” she pleads, going for the button on my pants.
“Fuck,” I groan. “You let anyone else do this to you while I was gone?”
“No,” she moans. “No one.Never.”
“If I find out you’re lying, I’m going to beat your ass raw,” I say as her hand dips below my waistband. My dick jumps when she wraps her hand around it and strokes the length of me.
“Fuck, that feels good,” I tell her. “Touch yourself. Get your fingers wet.”
I pump my dick in my hand while she opens her jeans and reaches inside of her underwear. I see it in her eyes when her fingers dip inside her. She rolls her hips while she moves them in and out, watching me watch her, and a tiny moan escapes her lips.
“Do you want to come?” I ask.
She nods.
“Don’t. Not yet.”
