So tender, and yet so sinfully pleasurable. Every needy desire answered that night as we fucked up against the wall of my office.
I’m hard now just thinking about it, and have to adjust myself as I stalk through the loose sand toward her.
Every night after that one, she’d come to me, and we’d fulfill our need for each other…until that little shit got in the way.
He made her question us, doubt what we are together. As if a high school boy can do it for her. She needs a man.
As if just thinking about him conjures the boy into existence, Jeremy Rivers appears on the shore next to Irina.
My hand coils into a fist. It’s still tender from where I throttled the life out of that dumb slut.
I breathe in the salt air and let it cleanse my system of all the pent-up frustration. Lanie Masters wasn’t supposed to be here—she was an accident, I admit. Her little obsession with the Rivers’ boy had become too big an interference. And well, she asked for it, didn’t she?
They always ask for it, and are so shocked when they get it.
Lanie was so pathetically hungry for attention. Jeremy wouldn’t give it to her; he’d already gotten what he wanted. Fucking dumb high school boys. What’s the point of fucking a bitch once and then treating her like shit? It’s like they don’t realize it’s a sweet piece of ass to have at the ready any time they want.
No, they’re always wanting to move on to the next conquest.
And Irina will never be his to conquer.
In a way, I think as I draw the butterfly knife from my pocket, I’m doing Irina a favor. She’
ll be immortalized as the girl next door. Innocent perfection. No one has to know her dirty secrets.
But she’ll see, as I stare into those beautiful liquid-green eyes while I slice the filth out of her, that I know the truth. She’ll always be my dirty girl.
And that she was so very wrong to choose a boy over her teacher.
I flick my knife open. The blade sheers the air, the wind carries the chime across the shore where she waits for me.
Someone has to teach these girls a lesson.