Bitter Kisses (It's Just High School #3) - Thandiwe Mpofu Page 0,147
know your body better than you do, Little Minx,” Julian purrs sexily in my ear. “And it wants more.”
And so, he gives me more.
He pins my arms above my head on the bed and rocks into me with a relentless, unchanging tempo so sexy, my nails dig into the flesh of his back as I rack his back.
He groans in my ear and then his beautiful dark eyes change to swirling pools of a rich emerald as he throws his head back and roars into the night. His powerful neck is corded with strain as he comes long and hard deep inside me. Like he said he would.
His orgasm tempers mine and soon, I’m coming to the sound of his manly, deep growls. I’m so exhausted that I don’t even know what happens next, but I swear I heard him say, “Happy birthday, baby. Wait for me.”
My eyes fly open as soon as I hear those words echo in my head. It’s morning now, the sunlight is filtering in through my blinds.
My T.V. is off. The candles are all out. Everything feels normal for a bit, until I become aware of my aching body.
With a gasp, I look down at my very naked body.
The silk robe I wore to bed is lying on the floor. There is a stickiness between my legs and my God, I feel like I’ve been truly and thoroughly fucked.
“It wasn’t a dream,” I gasp. “Julian was here.”
Quickly getting up from my bed, I run to my bathroom and stare at myself in the mirror. I see the purplish bruises on my neck and my heart stops
“He gave me hickeys!”
He was here, there’s no denying it now.
And I spread open my legs and let him use me like a little slut.
It’s that morning, the morning of my twentieth birthday that everything changes as guilt, shame and anger overwhelm me.
But even then, as I prepare to scrub him off my skin in the shower, the stickiness of his cum between my legs. I feel different yes, but oddly aware of one devastating thing that I know in my soul.
Julian never kissed me on the lips.
Chapter Forty-Three
Mia
Two and a half years later
“Once again, congratulations to our MIT graduates!”
The cheers and ruckus applause that fills the beautifully manicured Killian Court is almost deafening.
Random hugs are passed around. The few friends I managed to make during my time here all wish me well in my future endeavors. I mean, it’s not like I made deep connections, I’m too broken to allow anyone else in anymore, but I did try to be human.
“Ah, Mia!” Mom all but screams. I roll my eyes. No one’s been more excited about me graduating than her. She barrels through the crowd toward me. I smile, watching her. “Congratulations, baby girl!”
She engulfs me in a warm hug.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“Oh, I’m so proud of you, my love!” she cries, pulling back. “Let me see that degree.”
Behind her, Cole comes up with a charming smile and picks me up.
“There she is!” he says, twirling me around. “Congratulations, Sherlock, you made it!”
“Right? I thought she wouldn’t,” Liam mutters as he pushes Cole aside. I have no idea how they do it, but suddenly, I’m in Liam’s arms and he’s twirling me around. “It’s good to see nerds win in life.”
I laugh, pounding his chest. “You might not make it to your graduation if you keep saying things like that.”
“What?” the jerk says, completely unbothered. “It’s true. This is the one fucking day nerds think their lives have been worthwhile.”
“Hard work has to pay at some point,” I say, hugging him back. “Now put me back down you asshole. I’m offended.”
My small group of supporters move aside when the most unlikely person joins our small circle. My heart starts pounding in my chest as I look up at him.
“Congratulations, Mia,” John Fitzgerald says as he comes up behind my Mom. “You did so well.”
John looks distinguished and extremely refined but seeing him now reminds me more of his son than Liam does and that leaves a terrible bitter taste in my mouth. I’m still so fucking pissed off at what Julian did on my twentieth birthday.
The morning after that wet dream nightmare, there wasn’t even any evidence that he had entered my apartment forcefully. Hell, even the deadbolt was still in place. Does he have a key? I had the locks changed of course just in case.
I mean, I could’ve moved but I thought that was too extreme.