Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,117

ragged. He's clearly tired, upset, confused. But there's no doubt in my mind that what I'm seeing is real. This isn't some bullshit play he's putting on for the Knight Crew. No, it's no longer Devils' Day, and Calix Knight's mask is cracked and shattered to pieces.

What I'm witnessing is him coming unraveled.

“You've really only ever had sex with me?” I repeat, marveling at the novelty of it. As far as he's concerned, in this timeline, I've only ever had sex with him either. Barron and Raz, I think, desperately missing them and feeling guilty about how happy I am with Calix, all at the same time.

“Does that bother you?” he asks, like he isn't sure. “Nobody else knows. Not Raz or Barron or Sonja.” He exhales and I turn slowly, staying in the space between his arms. When Calix lifts his face, his lips are within kissing distance. “Sometimes I play with girls, let them suck on my neck or kiss me, sit on my lap. But nothing else. I never want anything else. I barely want that.”

“Stop it,” I tell him, suddenly uncomfortable with his shift in demeanor. The Calix at the café, who was biting and cruel but flecked with shimmering shards of humanity, I know how to handle him. This Calix is the exact opposite, and it's freaking me out. If I thought I liked him before, when he was little more than a taint-headed asshole, this is a whole new level.

“Kiss me, Karma. And then ride me. I don't care if I see a ghost. He can watch if he wants, but we're not stopping until the goddamn ghost tour.”

“Holy fuck,” I groan as he drags me back toward the bed, pulling me down on top of him. Calix tastes like first love and heartbreak both, and I find that I'm addicted to it, addicted to him. His mouth is lush and sweet, but venomous. I can feel the poison pumping through my veins, making me lightheaded and dizzy as he rolls us over and then pushes my shirt up, exposing the two pale mounds of my breasts.

There's only a sliver of light peeking through the curtains on the right side of the room, but it's enough that I can see Calix run his tongue over his full lower lip. He leans down and takes my mouth, using his right hand to cup my breast and circle my nipple with this middle finger and thumb.

Part of me wants to prolong this moment, encourage him to keep talking. The rest of me can't shove my sweats down my hips fast enough. Calix helps me wrestle the pants off and chuck them to the floor before he descends on me again, sucking my nipple into his hot mouth as I search desperately for a way to open the fly on his tight pants.

He groans as my fingers tickle his lower belly, teasing open his button and shoving down his fly. My fingers slip inside the leather of his pants, freeing his cock and greedily wrapping around the base of it.

“I haven't had sex for a year,” he murmurs against my ear. “An entire fucking year. Do you know how goddamn horny I am?”

“And whose problem is that?” I whisper back, swallowing back my emotions as Calix trails his lips up to my collarbone then my throat, recapturing my lips with a pirate's frenzy, desperately searching for blood and treasure both.

My hand pumps Calix's shaft, encouraging ragged moans to slip from his throat, unpracticed and raw but oh so sexy. He's so natural at this, so smooth, and I wonder if that's just because he's so damn good at controlling himself, of playing the modern aristocrat.

“Get rough and messy with me,” I beg, squeezing him a little harder, remembering how, even with me bent over and propped up against the side of a train car, Calix was too practiced, too in control. “Let that tension out, so we can slow down. I want this day to last.”

He lifts his head up, but all I can see is the shape of his face, limned in that tiny bit of sunlight. As I've asked, Calix slows down on trying to please me, letting me work him up to a climax. He spills himself across my belly and breasts and then collapses to the bed beside me, breathing hard.

“I don't have any condoms,” he growls out as I roll toward him and reach out to unbutton his doublet. He not only