Ruthless Secrets (Elites of Macedon High 2)

“You gonna come for me?”

“I’m so close.”

His eyes land on me, their piercing color sending shivers down my spine. “Beg for it.”

“Parker, please. I want to bust. I want to come all over your cock. Don’t you want to feel me shake?”

He growls as he bows over me, drilling me into the vanity. “Keep begging.”

“Please,” I chant repeatedly.

His name surfaces between frantic pleas for me to burst. Somehow, he’s able to control that part of me, the side that wants desperately to submit to his will. And it pisses me off. And it turns me on beyond belief. I can’t help myself when I claw at his back and scream for him to let me come.

My words have shifted into incoherent babble by the time he nudges into my neck, forcing my gaze toward the doorway.

Where Tomas is standing.

“Come for me, precious,” Parker commands. “Show him how I make you feel.”

And I can’t stop it. I’m coming so hard that my face is twisting into a grimace, my nails are embedding into Parker’s back, and the world is tilting on its axis. My vision goes white as pleasure courses through my veins, doubling when he pulls out and busts all over my stomach.

Tomas flees from the doorway. I’m struggling to catch my breath when Parker sits up and helps me to my feet. He slides his fingers over my pussy and then up my stomach, catching some of his cum to place on my lips. “Suck.”

I don’t want to.

But fuck, I do want to.

I obey his command and then wait for him to turn away. Once I fix my clothes and grab my things, I chase after Tomas, locating him in the hallway just outside the auditorium.

“Tommy, wait,” I call out. “Let’s talk.”

He spins around, hazel-brown eyes glowing with anger. “You’re just a cheap whore, aren’t you?”

“What?”

“You never cared for Lev, huh?”

I blink rapidly, trying to keep the tears at bay. “How can you say that to me? You know I cared about him more than anyone else in this world.”

Hurt splashes across his features. “You were using him and playing with us. And now he’s dead.”

I slap him.

The reaction happens so quickly that I don’t quite catch that it’s happened until I see the skin on his cheek redden. He swallows hard, the muscles of his throat clenching with the motion as his lips twist into a snarl.

When he looks at me, I rear back. He looks enraged, almost offended. But how the hell can he feel that way when he’s part of the reason I’m in this mess?

“I regret ever wanting you,” he spits while adjusting his bag over his shoulder. He glances at the ground and sniffles. “But it’s too late for me to stop wanting you.”

“Tommy—”

He huffs as he spins around and waltzes in the opposite direction, leaving me in the empty hallway with my terrible thoughts.

Of all the people who could possibly hate me right now, why does it have to be Tomas? He’s one of the most compassionate people I’ve ever met when he’s not trying to use my body for something. And it’s so fucked up to think of him in those terms, to think that maybe he felt something truly genuine for me.

Did he keep me alive just to keep the marriage contract?

I’m struggling to breathe when Tabitha steps into the hallway from a classroom. She raises her eyebrows suspiciously, a sinister grin on her face.