He laughs, a deep, dark, bark of a sound. “You think your daddy scares me?”
“Everyone is scared of my father.”
He steps close again, crowding into my space so fast I don’t see it coming. He’s inches from my face, and his eyes are all pupil, black and drowning. “You’ll come crawling back, princess,” he says. “You want more. You want me to fuck you in every room in this school. You want everyone to know you’re mine.”
He’s not wrong. That’s the sickest part. My whole body is still on fire, muscles twitching, cunt throbbing with every word out of his filthy mouth.
I try to shove him, but he doesn’t move. He leans in, breath hot on my ear. “Say it,” he whispers. “Say you want more.”
“I want you dead,” I hiss, but my voice shakes.
He just laughs again. “I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to you,” he says. “And you know it.”
There’s a rustle at the edge of the quad. I freeze, all my senses snapping into focus. Bam’s head turns, too, eyes narrowing.
Leone stands by the path, hands clenched at his sides, face a mask of rage and confusion. He’s seen everything. I can’t read his expression—betrayal? disgust? Maybe just disappointment.
I square my shoulders, jaw set. If he wants to judge me, let him.
I just have to make sure he doesn’t tell daddy dearest.
Bam notices the bodyguard, too, and a slow smile creeps over his face. “Your dog needs a walk,” he calls, just loud enough for Leone to hear. Then, with obscene deliberation, he lifts his hand to his nose and inhales, eyes rolling back a little. “Delicious.”
He turns and walks away, slow and confident, every step daring me to follow.
I don’t. I can’t.
Leone waits for Bam to vanish around the building, then approaches. He stops a few feet away, not touching me. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay. He doesn’t have to.
I wipe my mouth, try to straighten my hair, but my hands won’t stop shaking. My voice is flat when I say, “If you tell anyone, you’re dead.”
He nods, eyes burning with rage.
We walk back toward the Academy in silence. I don’t look at him, and he doesn’t look at me.
Once I hit my suite, I make a beeline for the showers. I turn the water on scalding, and scrub every inch of my skin until I’m raw. It doesn’t help. I can still feel him inside me. I can still feel my body clenching, desperate for more.
I think about calling my father, telling him to kill Bam, to wipe his entire family off the planet. But I don’t. Because I know I’ll want him again, and soon.
That’s the problem with addiction.
It always comes back.
And I hope the next high is as strong as this one.
I dress in fresh clothes, brush my hair until it shines, and sit at my desk, hands folded, waiting for the trembling to stop.
Tomorrow, I’ll see him again.
And just like a bitch in heat, I’ll pretend I’m strong enough to walk away.
But I know the truth now.
He owns me.
And I fucking love it.
Chapter 6: Bam
