Devils' Day Party: A High School Bully Romance - C.M. Stunich Page 0,91

thready and husky with desire. How could I not be turned-on in this moment? We're in a beautiful chapel in the middle of the woods, moonlight streaming through the glass panels in the walls and ceilings, the whisper of some Devils' Day magic in the air.

“Mm. Jealousy.” Barron slips his tongue between my lips, cupping the back of my head, fingers digging into my red and black hair as he brings my face toward his. Our mouths slant together, fanning that ember in my belly to a raging flame. My fingernails dig into the glittery surface of Barron's chest, marring his butterfly tattoo with angry red lines.

His left hand sneaks behind me, reaching for the laces that crisscross down the length of my spine. With an expert little tug, he manages to undo the knot, and I breathe an immediate sigh of relief as the pressure of the corset loosens.

“What are we doing here, time traveler?” he whispers against my mouth. His words are meant to be teasing, I think, but there's something else in them, a distant sort of hope that I might actually be telling the truth. I mean, it is Devils' Day. Who knows what's real and what's not?

“Why don't you tell me? You've been drawing me since freshman year. There must be a reason for that.”

Barron chuckles against my lips and then draws back, pushing my frothing black skirts up, so he can see the length of my leg, naked and silver beneath the moonlight. He props my heeled boot up against his chest and starts to undo the laces, looking over at me from behind the safety of his mask.

“What do you want to do, Karma?”

“Not Trailer Park tonight then?” I ask, and Barron smiles tightly.

“Not tonight.” He pulls my shoe off and tosses it aside, removing the sock underneath, and then digging his thumbs into the arch of my foot. For a moment there, I'm too shocked to move. Not only have I never had a foot massage before, I most definitely never thought I'd be getting one from the boy who bullies me for fun. “Does it bother you? Knowing that I've been watching you, drawing you all this time?”

“Considering you told me a sea of dead butterflies made you think of me, I'm not bothered or shocked by anything you might say.”

“You see,” he starts, really digging into my foot and making me groan. “That's what I'm not understanding. How do you know about the butterflies? You must've followed me. That, or you really are a time traveler.” Barron releases my foot and moves to grab the other, pausing as I lift my own foot up and put the toe of my shoe to his lips. He grabs my foot and pushes it back down toward his chest. “Either way, I guess you've been paying attention to me. Why?”

“I have no idea,” I respond honestly, letting him take my other shoe off. I always thought I was in love with Calix Knight. Maybe I still am? But what does that mean for me, that I can break these boys of their cruelty so easily to see what lies underneath? I shouldn't have to put up with their bullshit, just because they’re too afraid to admit that they’re into me. “Why don't we just see where tonight takes us?”

His smile is slow and dark, full of temptation and secrets, as he strips my lace gloves off. He takes his time, plucking them away from my pale flesh, finger by finger, before tossing them aside. By the time he’s finished, I’m shaking with need. Who knew having one’s gloves taken off could be so … erotic?

Barron kneels down between my legs, like a faerie prince, one who commands butterflies, who crushes them beneath his bare feet and wears their pretty ruined pigment like jewelry.

“Too bad you spent your first night with Calix; we would've had so much more fun.”

I gasp as Barron's hands slide up my thighs, curling around the black lace panties I wore, just in case. He retrieves them with his teeth, grazing the swollen flesh underneath as he takes a bite of the lace. I'm not sure what he does with them after that, since he's basically swallowed up by the mountain of black tulle and lace, but I don't care because his lips are on my inner thigh. Barron kisses his way up one leg and then the other, going out of his way to avoid touching the one place