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“So good for me,” he adds, leaning in to lick the corner of my mouth. Close but not kissing.

I shouldn’t want more. But I do.

Fuck me, I do.

Brody licks what I can only assume is some of his own release from my lip and hums. “You like being good for me, don’t you?”

No.

Yes.

Fucking hell.

“Do you want me to reward you, Becky?”

Goddamn it all to hell, I fucking nod like an eager little bobblehead.

He must see the torment in my eyes, because he chuckles and says, “It’s okay, baby. I know you want it.”

My traitor cock twitches almost painfully.

“All you have to do is tell me you’re my good girl.”

I choke and pull back incredulously. He’d better be kidding, because he knows that’s not happening.

Nope. Not happening.

He leans against the wall casually, smirk firmly in place. I fucking hate that smirk more than anything in this fucked uppornographicTwilight Zoneepisode I’ve been calling my life. Please tell me I’m going to wake up soon.

My chest caves. “Brody?—”

“If you want me to make you come,” he says calmly, “you have to be good for me. And I want to hear it.”

I scoff, trying to claw back my dignity. He crosses his arms.

“If you want to play my game, you have to play by my rules. And only good girls get to come. So, are you a good girl or aren’t you, Becky?”

My cock throbs. My throat works. But nothing comes out.

I can’t do it.

He grins.

“You know where to find me.”

And then he fucking leaves me there. Standing in a bathroom stall at the most popular campus café. Harder than I think I’ve ever been before and shaking like a leaf in fall.

Just fucking leaves.

I’m dying.

Or I’ve already died or may as well have, because I’m walking around campus like a ghost. I don’t talk to anyone or barely acknowledge when I’m spoken to with more than a dazed nod.

Every time I see Brody, I look away. I can’t bear to look at him. If he walks near me, I tense like a struck nerve. And every time I see that evil, self-satisfied, knowing smirk, I consider murder.

I want to hit him. Hurt him. Strangle him.

But I can’t get close to him because any time I do, I consider…