Page 83 of The Oath We Give

“I bet you are close, aren’t you, baby? I can hear that tight pussy making a mess.” He groans as if it physically hurts him. “Tell me where you are, pretty thing.”

Sweat drips between my breasts beneath my shirt as I work myself over, the intense waves of pleasure from my clit making me shake. I fumble to put him on speakerphone, falling on all fours as the phone clatters to the ground, unbothered by the idea of him finding me, bent over with my hand in my pants.

My hips grind against my hand, the echoes of my moans and wet cunt ringing out in the classroom. I’m so close I can taste the aftermath of my climax on my tongue.

“What if I finish before you get here?” My throat constricts around the words, ending it with a desperate whine, practically begging him to find me so he can fuck me until my body breaks open for him.

“Then you’ll have been such agood girlfor me, Hex.”

The feeling is indescribable. The way that sentence bounces off the walls around me, a direct line to my clit. My hips shove forward, taking me over the edge. It hits me like a freight train, my heart pummeling into my chest.

“Silas…” I whimper as the pulsations echo throughout my entire nervous system. My cunt clenches and unclenches around nothing, wishing it were him.

I twitch, rocking through the aftershock that sends little shocks through my stomach. My chest heaves as I drop my head between my shoulders, trying to catch my breath.

“That’s the easiest orgasm you’ll ever get from me.” His tone is menacing, laced with unquenchable lust. “You’ll work much harder for the rest.”

I shiver at the threat, hand slipping from my shorts as I lean back onto the backs of my legs, kneeling in the darkness.

The alarm goes off on my phone. A grin lights up my face, a little laugh falling from my lips. An orgasm and a win. A surge of teenage pride wells up in me. I’d just defeated a Hollow Boy at one of their own games. “I win,” I say on an exhale. “Pay up, Hawthorne. Give me your secret.”

I wonder if the rest of the girls won or fell into similar circumstances as me.

“I love watching you come.”

My eyebrows pull together, confused. The satisfaction I’d felt moments before collapses like a deflating balloon, the room too silent once again.

Then I hear it, my ego shattering. A sound that chills me to the bone, a distinct tapping noise that draws my gaze toward the wall of windows.

There is more than darkness outside now.

Just beyond the glass is Silas, illuminated by the lightning that cast an ominous shadow across his face, letting me see his eyes burning into mine.

“Get the fuck up off your knees with your mouth open like that, Coraline, before I break this glass and make you choke on my cum.”

He watched the whole thing. He won and didn’t say anything just so he could see me come on my hand.

Slowly, he traces letters onto the window with his index finger, spelling out a word with measured strokes that make my heart quicken.

Zugzwang.

“English?” I snap, chewing a hole through my tongue as I stare at him, using the desk behind me for support to stand to my feet. My knees still shake, but I refuse to show him that.

“German,” he grunts, a tone full of sarcasm. His voice is rough and hoarse from lack of use, and I hate the way it tickles my spine. “Any move you make will only worsen your position.”

“Another chess term? So? What does that mean for me?”

This entire thing was a huge fucking mistake. Coming here, doing this with him. I’ve fallen into a hole that I’ll never be able to dig myself out of. Tomorrow, I’m marrying this man. Tomorrow, it’ll be a fight to keep every remaining wall protecting him from me intact.

Tomorrow, the war to protect his heart really begins.

“Inevitable checkmate.” He’s staring at me with hooded eyes that see all the lies I’ve tried to shove deep. He knows that what we just did broke a wall I’ll never be able to rebuild.

“It means you’re mine now, Hex.”

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