Page 107 of Wicked Savage Cruel
I cock my head to the side. “Why? You had zero problem fucking me and walking away. I thought this was our thing.” The students around us snicker but neither of us look their way, too focused on glowering at one another instead.
Bibiana bares her teeth, leaning forward and pressing her face close to mine. I’m tempted to kiss her again. Capture her lips with mine and see how she reacts, but I manage to hold myself back. Barely. The pull between is strong. I don’t fucking like it. She’s not only under my skin. It’s like she’s burrowing her way into my goddamn soul. What is it about this girl?
I catalogue her features, taking in her bright blue eyes, her kiss-bitten lips, and her sexy-as-hell scowl, all the while ignoring Dominique’s interested stare. The asshole’s probably already envisioning my downfall at the hands of the tiny thing in front of me. He’s a cruel bastard like that. Seriously though, he and baby Henderson deserve one another. And me, do I deserve her? I’m not sure if I’ve been given a gift or a curse with Bibiana’s arrival.
“What is your problem? We had a one-night stand. Why are you acting like an asshole whose feelings are hurt when you knew the arrangement upfront?”
I scoff. “Baby girl, my feelings are far from hurt. You just seemed a little tense earlier. I figured I’d help you out.”
She isn’t buying it, but I don’t fucking care. The entire room is looking our way. She doesn’t know it yet, but her little outburst isn’t going to do her any favors here. My jaw tightens. I don’t know how to feel about that.
Roman and Allie walk in and like any other day they head straight for me and Dom claiming the seats nearest to us. “Is everything okay?” Allie asks.
I shrug. “Not sure. You should ask your new friend here.”
Allie’s shoulders drop and she gives me an exasperated look. “What did you do?”
Bibiana smirks. Cute. She’s only known Allie a handful of days. Vanilla would never take her side over mine, but I let her think she’s won. For the next thirty seconds, at least before I turn to Allie and look her right in the eye. I’ll probably go to hell for this. Then again, I’m already a Devil. Hell’s been a forgone conclusion for me. “I gave her an orgasm.” I say loud enough that the entire class can hear. “Not sure what the problem is. She enjoyed it, but now she’s complaining. Sorry, baby girl. I had to get to class. I know you have needs so if you behave, I’ll consider helping you out again later.” Her cheeks flush and fire licks her gaze.
“Screw you,” she curses and turns, looking for a seat, but she isn’t left with many options. She can either sit her pretty ass down where she’s at, putting her beside Allie and directly in front of me, or she can go sit front and center at the head of the class.
Her nostrils flare and I watch as she considers what to do, her fingers curling into a tight fist at her side.
She does what I expect and claims the seat in front of me, her back ramrod straight and shoulders stiff. I lean across my desk, my mouth hovering behind her ear as I whisper, “That’s right. Be a good girl and next time I’ll get you off with my mouth instead of my fingers.”
I watch in fascination as goosebumps break out across her skin.
“There isn’t going to be a next time,” she grinds out.
I laugh and lean back in my chair. I thought that too, but I’ve suddenly changed my mind. No longer content leaving her after just one round. An eye for an eye isn’t enough. I don’t want to get even. I need to be ahead. To win whatever twisted game it is we’re playing.
This girl has me under her spell, and I refuse to be the only one who suffers for it. She deserves to be punished. I need that. Need to know I’m the one in control. I don’t want to hurt her. Not physically.
I want to strip her down of her defenses and make her beg. I want to tease and taunt her until she can’t take it anymore. And when she’s finally had enough, I want to push her a little bit more. Show her just how much she can take. I don’t know why I feel this way. But it’s an insatiable need, and fuck it, I may hate myself for this later, but it doesn’t change the fact that I’m drawn to this girl. And instead of doing the smart thing and keeping the fuck away, I’m going to bury myself in her until neither of us knows up from down. And I’m going to have a hell of a time doing it.
FIFTY
Bibiana
“Relax,” Monique tells me.
I’m pacing in the living room and despite Luis being asleep in my arms, nervous energy makes it hard to stand still.
“It’s not a big deal.”
Easy for her to say. She isn’t the one about to tell everyone she has a kid. A kid who happens to also belong to their friend, but I’ll save that story for another day. Maybe. Hopefully. Urgh. I don’t know. I tried all week to find the courage to tell Emilio about Luis but there was never a good time and then after the whole classroom incident, I don’t know. I need to tell him but a part of me also doesn’t want to.
He did what he did and then went about his business like it never even happened. And every time I turned around he was either hitting on a girl or making out with one in the hallways at school. It … sucked.
I haven’t been touched in a year and a half. Not that he knows that, but still. He doesn’t get to do that. Make my body light up like the world is on fire, only to walk away and pretend like what happened between us isn’t a big deal. Like it meant nothing. Because dammit it did. To me at least. Just the thought of him makes my blood boil. Where does he get off? He is such an asshole.
I don’t understand him and trying to figure out what is going on in that head of his gives me a migraine. He watches me. Always out of the corners of his eyes like I won’t notice but I do. He tracks my movements and more times than not it’s like he’s waiting for me to show up before he leans into another girl. Like he wants a reaction out of me but I refuse to give it to him. I’m not an idiot and I refuse to be pulled into this twisted game of his.
Ignoring me, the girls, it’s all intentional. He wants me to react, though how, I’m still not sure. I have no claim on him. I can’t be jealous. Well, I can be, because I clearly I am, but I have zero reason to be. He’s not mine. I’m not even sure if I want him to be.
I don’t know if the fact that he’s doing this all on purpose is a relief or just pisses me off more. But at least I know I’m not the only one affected. Every time another guy that isn’t one of the Devil’s talks to me, Emilio’s jaw tightens. It’s a subtle reaction but it’s there.
It’s petty and immature of me but, I’ve taken to messing with him at lunch. Intentionally eating my food in a provocative manner. His eyes burn. His jaw clenches. But despite his suggestion two days ago, that next time he’ll make me come with his mouth, he hasn’t said a single word to me. I’ve been on the receiving end of heated stares and lingering looks, but that’s it. No words. No smiles or openings for conversation. No way to casually say, “did I mention we have a son together?”
