Chapter 19 Miles #2
I don’t pull back. Instead, I let my hand slide to her throat, fingers curling just enough to feel her pulse jump under my thumb. Not tight. Her breath hitches, and she tilts her head, exposing more skin, like she’s daring me to squeeze harder.
“Jealous, Bella?” I murmur, my lips brushing the shell of her ear. “I like you like this. All fired up and possessive.”
She swallows, the movement pressing her throat against my palm. “Jealous? Of what? Some boring fat girl who can’t even handle a real fuck? Please.”
I chuckle, shifting my weight so my body crowds hers against the bed. Her legs part instinctively, inviting me in, and I settle between them, letting her feel the hard line of my cock through my jeans.
“Then why the attitude? You fucked Jamie all of last month—rode him like a pro from what I hear. So why act so fucking bratty now? Afraid I’ll forget how good you are? I thought you’d be so much better in sharing.”
Her eyes flash, but she doesn’t deny it. Instead, she arches up, her nails digging into my arms. “You know that’s different.”
“Different?” I tighten my grip on her throat a fraction, just enough to make her gasp, her lips parting on a soft exhale.
I lean in closer, my tongue darting out to trace the seam of her mouth—slow, teasing, tasting the gloss she always wears, sweet and artificial.
She moans into it, chasing my tongue, but I pull back, smirking.
“Nah. I was just auditioning Chloe. Seeing if she’d be fun enough for a threesome.
You know, the three of us—you, me, her. But fuck, she’s so boring in bed.
Nothing like you. All vanilla and hesitant.
You? You take it like you were made for it. ”
Bella’s breath quickens, her hands fisting in my shirt, pulling me down. “Liar. You went after her because you wanted to fuck her.”
I shake my head, loosening my hold on her throat to trail my fingers down her neck, over the rapid flutter of her pulse. “Wanted? Past tense. She’s a distraction. But you... you’re the main event.” It’s a lie but it lands.
Her body softens under mine, thighs squeezing my hips.
I know why I’m doing this—pushing her, breaking her down.
Because if I can get Bella to agree, to keep Chloe close, to watch her without suspicion, then Victor’s reach won’t touch her here.
The sorority house is a fortress of gossip and glamour, but it’s safe.
Safer than anywhere else. And Chloe needs that, even if it means I have to dirty my hands again.
“Prove it,” she whispers, her voice husky, challenging. Her hands slide under my shirt, nails raking my abs.
I don’t hesitate. My mouth crashes down on hers, hard and demanding, tongue plunging in to claim every inch.
She kisses back fiercely, biting my lip, drawing a growl from me.
But it’s mechanical—hot, yeah, but lacking that spark, that fire Chloe ignites without trying.
I break the kiss, nipping her jaw. “You want proof? Fine. But you do what I say. Keep Chloe in line. No letting her wander off. No badmouthing the team. Protect her like she’s one of your own. ”
She pulls back slightly, eyes narrowing. “Why? What’s in it for me?”
“This,” I say, my hand dipping between us, shoving up her skirt.
No panties—bold as ever. My fingers find her already wet, parting easily as I stroke her clit.
She bucks, a sharp whimper escaping her lips.
It’s needy, desperate, but not like Chloe’s—Chloe’s sounds are deeper, more broken, like she’s unraveling from the inside out.
Bella’s are performative, all breathy gasps designed to pull you in deeper.
“Miles...” she moans, grinding against my hand.
I circle her clit harder, slipping one finger inside her—tight, but not gripping like Chloe’s pussy does, that velvet clench that makes you forget your own name. “Agree, Bella. Say you’ll handle it. Keep her here.”
She shakes her head, even as her hips roll, chasing the friction. “Not... that easy.”
Stubborn. I add a second finger, curling them roughly, thumb pressing her clit in firm circles. Her walls flutter around me, but it’s shallow, surface-level pleasure. Nothing like the way Chloe soaks my hand, her body trembling with real need.
“Come on,” I coax, my voice low, laced with false sweetness. “You know you want to. Imagine it—me, you, fucking like this whenever you play nice. No more brattiness. Just rewards.”
Her whimpers pitch higher, body arching off the bed. “Fuck... yes, okay. I’ll... I’ll keep her close. Whatever.”
There it is. The agreement, sealed with her pleasure.
I pump faster, feeling her tighten, her breaths coming in ragged pants.
She’s close—juices coating my fingers, the scent of her arousal filling the air, musky and sharp.
But even as she comes, shuddering around my hand with a cry that’s too loud, too staged, I compare it to Chloe.
Chloe’s orgasms are quiet storms, pulling you under.
Bella’s are fireworks, bright but fleeting.
I withdraw my fingers, wiping them on her thigh, watching her slump back, flushed and sated.
“Good girl,” I say, pressing a quick kiss to her forehead—patronizing, possessive. She smiles lazily, thinking she’s won something. But it’s all for Chloe.
I stand, adjusting myself, the guilt already twisting in my gut like a knife. “See you around, Bella.”
She waves me off, still catching her breath. “Don’t be a stranger.”
I slip out of the room, down the stairs, past Maggie’s knowing glare in the living room.
The front door clicks shut behind me, and the night air hits my skin like punishment—cold, biting, stripping away the heat of the room.
Guilt settles in heavy and sour, churning in my stomach.
I tell myself it was worth it. Chloe will be safer if the girls think I’ve moved on, if Bella’s got her eye on her like a hawk.
There’s nowhere safer for her than that sorority house.
But every step to my car feels like a betrayal. To Bella, yeah, but more to myself. To Chloe, even if she never knows.
I fumble in my pocket for a cigarette, hands shaking as I light it.
The flame dances in the dark, and I inhale deep, smoke filling my lungs, burning on the way down.
But it doesn’t calm the storm inside. Because now, not only do I owe Jamie the truth—about this, about everything— I owe Chloe a thousand apologies I’ll never have the right to say.
And as the cherry glows red in the night, I wonder how long I can keep lying before it all burns down.