Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,65

He'd be naked, if he weren't wearing that mask still.

“This is goddamn weird,” he says as I stand under the warm spray in my skirt and shirt, my bra and even the shredded remains of my cum-soaked panties. As we adjust to the temperature, I crank it up so that it burns a little, shedding my skirt and undies, my shirt, my bra. But the mask, that stays.

We're so close that when I breathe, my nipples brush up against the front of Raz's chest, his red eyes straying to the point of contact.

“Whose house is this anyway? I'm not about getting busted for breaking and entering.”

“Shut up, Raz.”

He scowls at me as I place my palms on his chest, my heart racing wildly. What is this? What the hell is happening between us? How can he go from hating me to holding me like I mean everything?

“This is my aunt's house.” The words come out in a whisper, barely audible over the spray of the water, but I can't help it. I'm confused. I'm aching. And there's a fire in my core that I need stoked.

I thought I was in love with Calix Knight, but maybe that isn't true at all?

Because something very strange is happening here.

“She doesn't live here; she rents it. There aren't any guests staying today.”

“Why the fuck did you bring me out here?” he asks, reaching up his left hand to cup the side of my face. His thumb brushes down the crease in the center of my lower lip, and I bite down on it. A small sound escapes Raz's throat as I flick my eyes up to his. He's scowling at me again, but his cock is thickening as the pace of his breathing intensifies. “To screw me like you did Calix? Is this your version of a Devils' Day trick?”

“It's not a trick,” I say, tracing my own fingers down to his nipples. He sucks in a sharp inhale and mutters a curse when I begin to tease them, hot water sluicing over my gently parted lips. “And neither was last year. What happened with Calix wasn't a trick. Not for him and not for me.”

Raz snorts, but his hands manage to find their way to my hips. It's almost possessive, the way he holds me, but for him to hold me like that … he'd have to really want me. And not just in the way a boy wants a girl, but something different, better, more intense. I'm not saying he loves me, but there's hate there, and that's a powerful emotion in and of itself. It takes effort and energy to hate someone when, if you truly didn't care for them, it'd be so much easier to just forget.

Raz has never forgotten me. He barely forgets me for one single moment during the school day. His eyes never stray far. His words are often meant for me. I even dictate the shape of his mouth—whether it’s a sneer, a scowl, or a smirk.

“Maybe it wasn't a trick on your part, but don't tell me you're stupid enough to believe Calix fucking Knight?” Raz leans in and looks me straight in the face, sneering viciously. “After all this time, you're still holding onto hope that the bullshit he fed you was real?”

I don't like the direction this conversation is going, or how angry Raz is getting, not when it felt like we might tip in a different direction.

My hands cup either side of his face as I lean in and kiss him, closing my eyes against the spray of the water and the gentle kiss of the steam against my naked flesh. My nails dig into Raz's cheeks, making him hiss. When he doesn't stop me, I do it a little harder, this time, making him bleed.

“Shit.” He reaches up to take my wrists, pulling my hands away from his face as the continuous spray of the water cleans the blood away. “You like to hurt me, don't you?”

“You like to hurt me, too, right?” I retort, but Raz doesn't reply, and there's something in his gaze that says that isn't entirely true.

Our mouths slide together as his right hand skims over the curve of my hip, slipping between my legs and inserting two fingers into the aching heat between my thighs. A small quiet sound escapes me, making my cheeks flush as Raz hooks his fingers inside of me, working my body up into a frenzy as he stares down at