Twisted Intentions

~ Part 7 ~

Serena

    It's been three days since the.. incident at the party, and I have avoided them at every turn. Every time I sit too still I can still feel Zane's cock down my throat, and Hayden's. I shiver. Trying to focus on what the professor is saying but heat pulses through my core. Shaking it off, I lean forward and breathe as I try to take notes.

But my pen just hovers over the page. The professors voice dissolving into dull background noise as the memory of Zane's fist in my hair, his deep grunts as he thrusted between our open mouths plays behind my eyes. Hayden's broken moans in my ear as he came down my throat.

My thighs clench under the desk as my cheeks flush, shame running through me at how easily my body reacts to them. I wish I didn't want them. I hate that I want more.

The hair on the back of my neck stands up, my eyes flicking to the door and widening when I see Zane's brooding glare on the other side. Leaning with his arms crossed in the hall just as class ends, head tilted like he's daring me though I don't know for what.

I slam my notebook closed, gathering my books and trying my best to blend into the crowd of students that flood out of the lecture hall. Losing sight of him I take a small breath, heading to the bathroom's. I use my height to my advantage, ducking down and hiding in the sea of people moving from class to class. I've done this for three days now, just two more and then-

A hand fists my arm suddenly, yanking me sideways before I can even react. My back is shoved against the door, slamming shut with a hard jolt that shoots through me.

The smell of cleaners and paper filling my senses in the supply closet. My eyes adjusting in the dim light and instantly narrowing hard.

"Why are you running from me, Sweetheart? I thought we had fun." Zane's taunting voice speaks low in my ear, my breath heaving as I try to push him away. "Three days." His voice growls darkly and I stop moving, watching his dark green eyes rake over my face slowly. "Three days you've avoided me, and you really thought I wouldn't come for you?"

"Zane.." my voice cracks, overwhelmed by my own emotions. I knew if I got this close to him again it wouldn't be too much.

"You can lie to yourself all you want, but you should know you can't lie to me." He smashes his lips into mine, my hands planting on his chest to shove him away. But when his tongue slides into my mouth, deep and claiming I can't help but moan. My hands fist in hair, giving in even if it's just for moment. His deep grunts as he grinds his cock against my pussy drive me crazy.

I bite his lip hard, sucking the abused skin into my mouth and moaning as he fists my hair tightly. Yanking my head back and sucking roughly on my neck. Once I realize what he's doing I shove him harder this time before pulling my arm back and slapping him hard.

"Stop! I don't want to play these sick fucking games with either of you anymore. Just leave me alone!" He doesn't let go, grabbing my wrists holding them to his chest as he stares down at me with so much intensity my knees shake.

"I know guys like you, you'll get what you want from me and move on. I'll be just another notch in your fucking belt and-" I stop, hanging my head as my chest caves in on itself while I try to breathe. "And I can't go through anymore. I'm already so close to giving up."

It's silent for a moment, the sounds of my shaky breaths and his angry ones filling the space between us. The look in his eyes changing as he stares down at me, like he can see the truth underneath my refusal and I can't hide it anymore.

"I don't need more people to lose." I whisper, his eyes softening in a way I haven't seen before. I shake my head, pulling back but he stops me before I make it through the door, grabbing my wrist firmly.