Page 28 of Devious Obsession
But then he tugs on my hair—and that’s the only warning I get.
He comes, lodging himself so deep in my throat that I have to swallow around him or choke. I hate every second of it—but I don’t taste it until he pulls out and rubs the tip against my tongue.
As soon as he’s free of me, I fall away and barely manage to snag the trash can by my desk. Before he can stop me, I stick my fingers down my throat. My stomach contracts, and I puke into the can. All his cum mixed with bile. I’d have more if I had eaten, but I feel strangely proud that I was able to eradicate him so quickly. I gag again and spit.
I set it aside and wipe my mouth on the back of my hand.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so fucking stubborn.”
He stands and adjusts himself, dropping something that was in his fist. With a start, I realize it was a pair of panties from my hamper that he used to clean his cock off.
“I came here to return these, since you lost them.” He reveals my keys that were in his pocket and tosses them onto my bed, then heads for the door. “But that was so much better. Except, you’re not angry enough, Aspen. You think you hate me, but you don’t know the meaning of the word. If you did… you wouldn’t have let me fuck you without a fight.”
He’s right. I gave up the fight when I knew it was him. Pretending just isn’t the same, and it isn’t like we can recreate the summer.
I wet my lips. “What are you going to do?”
He smirks. “I’m going to make you believe that I’m the Devil reincarnated. And I’m out for your soul.”
6
ASPEN
Thalia slides into the seat across from me in the library. She drums her fingers on the table, and I glance up at her with a frown. She doesn’t normally come to the library. Says it’s too quiet for her type of studying—and judging from the way she’s tapping, I’d agree.
She likes to move when she studies. I’ve seen her in action at our apartment, walking laps around our living room with a textbook in her hand, reading it aloud. Under her breath, sure, or sometimes in a strange accent.
I pull my earbud out. “Why do you look worried?”
She winces.
“Thalia.”
“Oh, um, well…”
I glare at her.
“There’s a rumor going around that you’re…” She grabs my hand. “I’m just going to spit it out and I don’t want you to freak out, right?”
“Right.” My mouth is dry, and I can’t help but think back to Steele’s visit last night. He promised to make me hate him, or whatever. Did he finally leak that photo?
“There’s a rumor that you are a sex worker,” she blurts out. “And I know that’s not true, but there’s a website—”
“Awebsite?” I screech.
I glance around, garnering annoyed looks from other students. Libraries are not the best places for loud voices. They carry. But then Thalia slides her phone across the table to me, keeping her other hand on mine. Squeezing, as if that’s reassuring.
The website reads like a sex toy résumé, boasting about certainskills. And then there’s a photo of me. It’s not sexy, really. It’s been ripped right from my social media.
Then there’s the contact form.
“Someone said it goes to your student email,” she says in a low voice. “It’s been going around online all evening.”
“Fuck.” I pull back and go for my phone, opening my email app. It takes a minute to load, and then—
Ping.
Ping.
