I flex my fingers and breathe in deeply, then slowly let it out.
Then, I offer her a pitying smile. “You are so ill-informed, I just might feel bad for you when you inevitably find you’re willingly fucking a deranged murderer.”
She narrows her eyes into thin slits, a snakelike quality overtaking her features.
“I see you haven’t changed,” she says, venom dripping from her tone. “Still trying to convince everyone you’re not a liar. The world saw through you back then, and I still see through you now. You’re aliar.”
My vision blackens.
“Roxi,” Rev barks, her sharp voice bringing me back from the edge of a total blackout.
I would never lay my hands on her, but I’m positive I’d walk out of this building and utilize its brick wall to crack my knuckles.
“Don’t fucking call him that,” Rev snaps when Roxi’s startled gaze flies to meet her glare. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, so watch your fucking mouth. He’s not a goddamn liar and never has been.”
Her words set off a visceral reaction inside my body, but I wouldn’t know what to call it—it’s not something I’ve felt before. It’s intense, like a punch to the chest without the pain, and it takes my breath away.
I slowly drag my stare to Reverie, taking in the raging fire within her eyes, seething beneath the wispy bangs falling in them, her flaring nostrils, her clenched fists.
My hands flex with the need to do… something. Fist her hair, squeeze her throat, and…fuck,crush those pretty lips against mine.
The need burns through my system until it’s all I can feel. Keeping my body stationary feels like resisting the power of a black hole pulling me in. My bones are bending toward her, and soon, they’re going to snap if I don’t heed to the force field.
“Why are you defending him?” Roxi gapes at Rev, stunned and furious, based on her face turning a bright red.
I turn my focus back to her, the words bursting from my mouth before my brain can give them permission. “She’s my girlfriend.”
Reverie closes her eyes with a defeated sigh, which prompts me toarch a brow at her. It’s really fucking cute that she thought I’d magically let that go, especially after spending an hour playing with her squirting pussy.
I figured the locker room was just a fluke from years of tormenting one another building up to a point of explosion. There's no way sexthatincredible can happen more than once, so I convinced myself the next time would be different.
And I was right.
The problem is, it was even more amazing.
I mean,fuck, I poured her cum into her mouth and then made her spit it into mine. We’re practically fucking married now.
“What?!” Roxi shrieks, her voice ear-piercing.
Rev winces while I kind of want to punch her. It should be against the law to reach that high of a decibel unless you want your teeth knocked out.
“Why would you date him? He’s the reason Lionel went to prison, Reverie! That’s like… that’s like a huge betrayal to your dad! How could you do that?”
Reverie splays her hand in a placating gesture. “We’re not?—”
“Going to let you shame us,” I cut in firmly.
Rev groans this time, and I make a mental note to talk to her later about how trying to make me her dirty little secret really hurts my feelings.
I mean, my hoodie isstillwet from her cum.
She doesn't get to fuck me the way she did on her dorm room floor, come here and defend my honor afterward, make me want to bury my tongue back inside her for it, then act like I mean nothing.
That's fuckinghurtful.
Aghast, Roxi’s stare pinballs between the two of us for a few beats before settling on me. Pure hatred reflects in her gaze, and if all my feelings weren’t reserved for the blonde standing next to me, I still wouldn’t give a fuck.
“You’ve bullied her for the past four years. Why the hell would you date her now?”
