I let Mia kiss me, even as my eyes stay locked on Cole. My heart threatens to escape from my damn chest. What is this electric current running through my body when he looks at me like that? Why does it feel like he’s undressing me while also plotting ways to kill me? And why do I want him to unleash the fury behind those dark eyes?
Just like that, I’m hard.
Mia notices, nipping at my bottom lip and whispering in my ear, “Want me to suck you before class?”
I might have to take her up on that offer. Shove her to her knees on the dirty, piss-covered bathroom floor and pretend it’s my infuriating brother. I wasn’t interested in her offer earlier, and I’m still not, but I need release. I’m so damn pent-up.
Cole turns the corner, and I frown as I spot the guy trailing behind with a group of football players. Jack? Jackson?
“Who’s that?” I ask Mia while she trails kisses on my neck.
She peers over her shoulder. “That’s Jackson, one of Cole’s friends.”
So, I was right—Jackson.
“Why do you ask?”
“No reason.”
Mia opens her mouth to reply, when her friends shout her name from across the hall. Distracted, she meets them halfwayand they embrace as though they haven’t seen each other in years.
I study Jackson’s curly blonde hair and thick arms. For a guy, he’s attractive. I’m not gay, but I can appreciate a good-looking dude when I see one, and Jackson is definitely one of those preppy popular guys with cheek dimples and a rich dad who bails him out of trouble.
Could he be my tormentor?
I suppose there’s only one way to find out.
When he pauses to talk to a junior in a denim skirt and fishnets, I reach for my phone and type out a quick reply.
I study him closely as I press send.
Me: What do you want?
Nothing happens, not even a flicker of a reaction on his face, except for the megawatt smile he directs at the girl. If his phone vibrates, he’s unaware or ignoring it.
My heart stalls when my phone pings, and I snap my gaze to the screen.
Unknown: Wrong question.
I scan the hallway, wondering if he’s watching me.
Me: Why?
Mia throws her head back and laughs loudly, but the sound fades into the background as another message appears on the screen.
Unknown: It’s not about what I want from you. The question you need to ask is what I want to do to you.
I play along.
Me: Let me guess. Chase me? Make me suck your cock again so that you can blackmail me?
Mia returns, smiling brightly and swaying her hips, but I’m too distracted to appreciate the view. Jackson and his friends continue down the hallway, his gaze straying over his shoulder to watch the girl. His phone is nowhere in sight.
Mine pings and I know even before I lift the screen that my masked tormentor’s response will rattle me to the bone, but like an addict in need of a fix, I look down.
Unknown: Such simple-minded desires, Blaise. I’m disappointed.
The dots appear and disappear.
