Page 508 of Lessons in Cruelty

Hating myself, I melt and let the fight leave my body.

Anger becomes eagerness.

Eagerness, desperation.

Instead of struggling, I’m arching against him.

Our kiss is bitter with hate, but there’s no mistaking the toxic, sickly sweet need in our saliva. This feels like the kiss we should have had under that maple tree on my sixteenth birthday.

The deeper I lose myself in his mouth, the harsher his breathing becomes, until he’s panting. He sinks down, his weight crushing but so comforting at the same time. Covered by him like this, nothing and no one can get to me.

That’s when I feel his cock pressing against my thigh again.

It’s so close to my core, I’m aching for him.

I can’t control myself.

Even while I’m cursing my pathetic body for how easily it submits to his unrelenting weight, my hips rock from side to side. Pelvis tilting forward, and back, like we’re already fucking.

I want pressure. Friction.

I need it like I need air in my lungs and the blood in my veins.

“Jesus,” he grunts, pulling away so quickly from my mouth I’m left gaping. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Believe me, I wish I could stop,” I mutter sourly.

“Saying that’s not helping.” He drops his head, forehead pressed to mine, and slowly arches his back, dragging his hard cock up between my legs until it’s nestled right against my clit.

Oh, God, I’m seconds away from telling him to fuck me.

Of course I want nothing more than to reward him for stealing my stuff and being an insufferable waste of skin.

Thank fuck the alarm goes off before I do anything I’ll regret.

“Get off,” I mutter.

“Huh?” He pulls back to look at me, frowning.

I shove his shoulders. “Can’t you hear the alarm! I need to go!”

“Jesus, fine.” He rolls onto his back, throwing me a disgruntled look as he grabs his dick through his sweatpants and squeezes it so hard all I want to do is climb on top of him and wrench it out. “You’re such a fucking cocktease,” he mutters as he grabs his phone to silence the alarm.

“You kissed me!”

“Could have told me to stop.”

“With your tongue in my mouth?”

He groans again and then sits up. “Move.”

“Gonna go jerk off in the bathroom?” I meant to smile to take out the sting, but I’m just as pissed off as him that I made him stop.

“You wish,” he snaps.

That’s where I should have left it. Right there. Dead and already beginning to smell a bit. I need to get ready for my job, not hang around here.

But no.