Page 23 of Betraying Him
All of the questions swirling inside my brain only fuel my anger.
I grind my jaw and double my efforts, fucking into her mouth with a force that should have me disgusted with myself. Only, the tears running down her cheeks make me harder, and her wide eyes only make me want to do it even more. Her gagging sends shockwaves from my cock and up my spine, making me bite my lip in order to stay quiet. It’s so, so wrong, and yet it’s the best head I’ve ever had.
It’s fucked up, but I can’t seem to stop myself.
Not until I feel my balls tightening and a groan escaping me as I spill down her throat. I hold still, not wanting to pull out and have her not swallow my cum. In my opinion, I’m being gracious as fuck letting her have it after everything. I stay there longer than I need to, only because her panicked eyes have victory singing in my veins.
When I’m satisfied she’s swallowed everything, I take a step back and tuck my dick away. I only spare her a quick glance as she rests her hands on the floor, her entire body trembling as she hunches over and fights to catch her breath.
She looks wrecked.
Completely and utterly ruined.
Broken beyond repair.
Good.
It serves her fucking right after what she put into motion.
And today has proven just how fun it can be to get back at her. She deserves everything I have to give her and more, andI’m going to delight in every goddamn tear she sheds, every cry and every moan. I’ll be on her mind every single day, torturing her thoughts while being the star of her nightmares while she’s sleeping.
I’m going to make it so this girl lives and breathes to fear me, if only to pay back a little of the pain she’s given me.
“This is just the beginning, little devil,” I whisper.
Her head lifts, and a small smile on her lips has me freezing for the briefest moment. I shake it off before spinning and walking away, never once looking back.
SIXTEEN
SAVANNAH
Sweat drips into my eyes,yet I don’t stop hitting. I can’t. It’s the only thing stopping my mind from wandering to everything that’s happened in the last few months.
I thought coming to college would be a fresh start, but I didn’t anticipate what he would make me do to the people who didn’t deserve it. I didn’t anticipate this summer, and I didn’t anticipate the fallout that would follow.
It’s over halfway through freshman year, and I’ve never felt so unfocused. I used to be the good girl, the studious one that everyone came to for answers. The girl who was going somewhere, and don’t get me wrong, on some level, I still am those things.
But now I’m also the girl who has to walk on eggshells. I’m the girl who hides in the shadows, paying for her sins.
Paying for them by being forced to my knees whenever Harley deems fit, and I’m the girl who freakinglikesit.
Is he really forcing me when I crave it so much though?
It’s so messed up. So goddamntwisted.
I can’t stay away from him, to the point where I’ve been purposefully putting myself in his path, just to get a taste of him. I hate myself for doing it, but I don’t have the willpower to stop.
It’s not me, I’ve never been that girl, and yet clearly, I am.
I hate what he’s become because of what I did. I hate that I can’t see the old Harley anymore. He used to give me soft looks and wide smiles, but now all I see is anger and snarls, yet I still give him whatever he wants and needs.
I can’tstop.
I’ve belonged to him since the moment our gazes met on the pier, and at this point, I’m not sure if that will ever change.
If I give him whatever he needs, it means I get to be close to him, and it also means I can treasure each and every tiny morsel he gives me.
My mind is a mess, and it feels like my carefully planned life is falling apart, shattering into a million pieces. Which is why I’m here, pounding my fists against a bag in the gym even though I have no idea what I’m doing and basically no memory of how I got here.
