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The black dots widen until they’re all I can see. Right when I think I’ll pass out, he pulls back and lets his cock slip out of my mouth. I suck in gulps of air. He doesn’t give me much time before he rams in until my nose meets his pelvis again. Over and over, he fucks my throat, each thrust harder than the last.

Undignified sounds come out of me that I never thought I could make. I gag on his cock.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “These are the only noises I want to hear from you.”

My fingers flick over my clit faster. They match the same rhythm as his hips. It’s easy to pretend he’s touching me. My mind conjures images of him fucking me like this.

It’s so fucked up that I’m fantasizing about my attacker—my bully. My body won’t listen to my brain and betrays me by getting more turned on as he continues fucking my throat.

My eyes slam shut as my orgasm takes hold of me. I arch my back and grab his hip with one hand, the other still between my legs as I work myself through the climax.

“There she is. My little slut, coming from being used like a fuck toy.” He pushes my head forward as he thrusts deeper into my mouth. “My turn.”

My eyes widen, and I grab both his hips as he unleashes on me. I thought he was rough before, but it’s nothing compared to how fast he’s going now. He yanks my head back and holds me in place. His hips smack against my face. His thrusts turn frantic, losing their steady rhythm as he chases his own climax.

His cock swells, and he pulls out at the last second. Hot cum lands on my face, each burst splattering in different spots. He strokes his shaft to work out every drop with a deep groan. I flinch as the last of his load lands over my eye and in my eyelashes.

The man steps back, tucks himself inside his pants, and pulls out his phone to take pictures of me. The bright flash blinds me.

“So pretty with my cum on your face.” He crouches in front of me and fists my hair, yanking my head back.

I glare at him and bare my teeth.

He tilts his head, his eyes lowering as he looks me over like I’m nothing more than a slab of meat. When he lifts his dark eyes, he leans in closer until his covered mouth hovers above my parted lips.

“This is where you belong, Eden,” he murmurs. “On your knees and sucking my cock. I’ll see you again soon.”

He slaps my cheek twice and straightens to his full height.

A lump forms in my throat as I watch him leave the room, the door shutting behind him with a final thud.

I don’t know how long I stay kneeling on the ground where he left me. My body trembles, and my mind replays what happened.

I didn’t want to do that with him . . . right? I hated how rough he was with me—I think.

Shaking my head, I stand on wobbly legs, fix my clothes in place, and stumble out of the room to the bathroom across the hall. I look at myself in the mirror and flinch at his cum on my face. I turn the water on at the sink and gather it in my palms to splay it over my face.

Over and over, I wash the evidence off me. I scrub until my skin is red and raw.

I turn and lower my shorts to look at what he carved into me. Tears slip down my cheeks, and I grit my teeth.

My slut is marked into my skin. He claimed me. Made me his without my permission.

And I’m scared he’ll make good on his promise to see me again soon.

CHAPTER 13

ELIJAH

DAY 3 OF THE BET

My fingers hover above the piano keys as I mentally prepare to play. It’s been so long since I sat on the bench and let my fingers glide over the keys.

I have a class in the next hour and a half—one I wouldn’t mind skipping. Why not kill some time by dusting the cobwebs from my long-forgotten talent? Everyone assumes I’m good with my fingers, so why not put them to use for an entirely different reason?

Asher is the musical genius. I prefer the paintbrush and canvas. Something’s gotten into me, though. It’s drawn me into the grand room with the antique open piano. This old-school instrument is Asher’s wet dream. I’m sure he’s already played it several times since haunting this school without my knowledge.

Closing my eyes, I envision the notes in my head, and soon enough, I can hear the music.