“That I can never do.” I pound into her body mercilessly, each thrust landing harder than the last. “I fucking need to hurt you, Zilphia. It’s not a choice. I can’t stop. Idon’twant to stop.”
I seize her hips, jerking her back to meet my thrusts. Blood flows from her stretched muscles, creating a wet suction around my pulsing length. I groan, the sight an aphrodisiac to my senses.I’m fucking obsessed.
Zilphia goes limp beneath me, darkness pulling her under, the increasing brutality too much for her body. It’s enough to send me over the edge. My cock and balls shudder, intense pleasure washing over me. I throw my head back and roar my release, pouring my seed into her bleeding body.
I sink to my knees and lie my cheek against the soft curve of her ass, watching blood and cum trickle down her thighs.
“Disobedience will always have a price, Zilphia,” I murmur.
“Are you okay?” Leah asks, her eyebrows knitted in concern. “You look a little sick.” She places a hand across my forehead. “No fever, but you should still go to the nurse’s office and lie down for a bit. She might even give you a pass to go home. I can walk you there if you want.”
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I say, swinging my locker door shut. “I’ve been feeling crappy all week.”
I’m usually healthy as a horse. It’s probably just stress catching up with me. Contending with Sandman, my mother, and the double dragons every day is finally taking a toll on me. Sleep doesn’t come easy these days either. I can’t close my eyes without seeing Redmond’s decapitated head. A certifiable asshole he was, but he didn’t deserve to die, not like that. A good ass whooping would’ve sufficed.
“I spent most of second period in the bathroom puking my brains out.”
“Maybe it’s something you ate.”
“I don’t think so.” I sigh, rubbing my eyes. “Let’s just go tolunch and—”
The words die on my tongue.No! No! No! That’s not possible. I can’t be… Please, God, no.
Leah’s worried gaze sweeps over my face. “What’s wrong? You look like your puppy just got hit by a car.”
“Nothing,” I say, fumbling for an excuse. “I just… I forgot… I have to go to the library. Essay deadline for music class.”
I could use my cell to Google the question, but I don’t know what type of spy crap Sandman has installed.
“Just bring your laptop to the cafeteria and work on it there.”
“I won’t be able to concentrate with all the noise.”
“I’ll come with you,” Leah offers, fishing her cell phone out of her purse. “I’ll text Meela and let her know where to find us.”
“No!” I yell. “I mean, there’s no need. It won’t take me long. I’ll meet y’all in the cafeteria when I’m done.”
Leah eyes me for a moment, worry etched across her face. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” I force out a laugh. “Go eat and tell Meela not to cause any trouble.”
She scoffs. “You’re kidding me, right? Trouble is that girl’s first, middle, and last name.”
“True, true,” I quip lightheartedly, though my mind is racing. “Well, see ya in a bit.”
“Alrighty.” We part ways, going in opposite directions.
I glance over my shoulder, watching her until she disappears around the corner before making a mad dash for the library. There are still quite a few kids lingering in the hallway though the late bell is due to ring any minute now. I’m jealous of their smiles, their youthful enthusiasm, their bright futures. I had a bright future once too, but the universe had other plans.
I believe in destiny—it can’t be changed, can’t be escaped. It simply is.
Tears sting my eyes as I think about what could’ve been, what is, and what’s still coming. I know I’m jumping the gun, but my intuition is telling me that karma isn’t done with me—not yet.
Hell isn’t a place.Not for me.
My hell has blue eyes and blond hair.
I barrel into the library and head straight for the librarian’s desk. “Good afternoon,” I mumble breathlessly. “Is it okay if I use a computer?”
