A Hurt So Sweet Volume Two (Elite of Eden Falls Prep 2)

His eyes flash again, but I refuse to stop, even though I’m terrified he’s about to hurt me.

“I bet you don’t recognize it,” I sigh. “She was pretty much an outcast after it happened…”

“After what happened?” he demands hoarsely.

“Well, after her brother had sex with her, of course,” I finish dramatically, and Lai’s eyes widen at mine. “Oh, you didn’t know that? Did I just burst your little bubble?”

“Who?” he barks at me. “Who is my father?”

Suddenly I’m struck by guilt, knowing I’m keeping back information that could change the boy’s life. But it’s the only weapon I have, knowing something he doesn’t, and I’m not willing to give it up just yet.

Just then, the door of the classroom flies open again, and Julian stands on the doorstep with another figure behind him. The boy steps aside and my stomach drops when I realize who’s behind him.

“Heard you’ve been misbehaving, toy,” Dexter says in his smooth, sexy voice. “Now that just won’t do, will it?”

At the mere sound of his voice, my legs threaten to give way and shivers go down my spine at the sight of him. I’m relieved he’s back, but at the same time I’m terrified, knowing any kind of advantage I had on the other Firstborns has been effectively wiped out now that Dexter’s back. After all, he knows my deepest, darkest secret – the fact that he took my virginity and my Firstborn status. But as long as he keeps his mouth shut, the secret’s safe.

“Dexter,” I speak up, hoping I look more confident than I feel. “You finally decided to show your fucking face.”

He approaches me with slow, measured steps, dragging out the inevitable. Once he’s finally standing before me, he wraps his fingers around my chin, inspecting me from all angles, as if he’s trying to see if anything’s changed since he last saw me.

“You know, I’ve been away for much too long,” he mutters loud enough for only me to hear. “I almost forgot how these eyes sparkle when I’m close by.”

I withdraw my gaze, staring intently at the floor as he chuckles at me and circles me like a predator.

“I’ve been so lenient with you, Pandora,” he tells me. “I’ve been too kind, and now I want to take advantage of you a little, after finding out you’re letting other people kiss you. That’s what you were made for after all, isn’t it?”

I remain stubbornly quiet when he pushes me to my knees. My kneecaps meet the ground with force, and I wince at the pain in my legs as he forces me to kneel for him. The other two boys are watching the door, making sure we’re alone while Dexter works his cruel magic on me.

“You know, I’ve been wondering about something this whole time I’ve been away,” Dex mutters. “Just thinking about that sweet, pretty hole of yours…”

I shiver. He can’t be talking about my pussy, can he? He already took that away from me.

He kneels in front of me, his fingertips traveling over my mouth as we stare into one another’s eyes.

“Such full lips,” he mutters, and my shoulders sag with relief.

I can handle this. Whatever he’s about to throw at me, I can handle it.

“Show me how they open for me.”

I’m too scared to follow his directions, and Dexter seems to notice, smirking at me as he pries my lips open himself. He inspects my mouth, watching me for any kind of resistance, but I find myself weak in his company, unable to resist him. I want to beg him to stop, but not as badly as I want him to keep going.

“I think I’m going to try out this mouth today,” he mutters, getting up.

My eyes follow his every motion, the boys at the door shifting their attention to me as they realize things are about to get good. Dexter fumbles with his belt buckle, then his zipper, revealing his silk black boxers bulging with the swollen cock he’s about to take out any second now.

I’m shivering in anticipation, knowing he’ll have no mercy for me today. His eyes are dark, clouded over with dark intentions without a hint of mercy in them. I don’t doubt he’ll treat me like a toy today, especially in front of his cronies. He needs to keep up appearances after all.

I’m still drinking him in, from his dark, soulful eyes, to the black mop of hair on his head. It’s perfectly styled today, making him look even more darkly dangerous than he usually does. His shirt is crisp, the Prep uniform fitting him perfectly and emphasizing every muscle as he takes off his blazer, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down. The fabric stretches over his muscles, straining against his beautiful body.

My mouth waters at the sight, and I hate myself for the effect he’s having on me. But I can’t help it.

He smirks at me now, touching his fingers to my lips another time, as if pondering what to do with me. I’m desperate for more, realizing just how much I missed him while he was away. I’m eager to ask what happened, where he’s been, but I don’t allow the words to leave my lips. I can’t show him my weakness, can’t show him I care.

“I think you should open extra wide,” Dexter tells me. “I’ve been thinking about that pouty little mouth for days now, and I just don’t want to wait any longer. Are you going to be a good girl for me, Pandora?”

I stare at him wordlessly, then, hoping the other boys don’t notice, give him a barely perceptible nod of my head. He smirks at me, knowing he’s got me eating out of the palm of his hand.