I smiled. “I’m a prom queen. Duh?”

“You are the sluttiest prom queen I have ever seen. Did you really dress up like this for him?” Realization dawned as his eyes went wider. “No, you wore this for me.”

“Obviously. I don’t think anyone else is going around calling me that to get the joke. Although, I thought you would like the more murderous version.”

“I do. My perfect daisy flower looks as murderous as I feel. How did you know I would come?”

“I didn’t, but I might have hoped that you would show up.”

“Why were you on a date, then, if you were just hoping for me to be here?”

“We haven’t talked all week, and I thought you would at least say something. And then I was told that I had to go on this date with him and didn’t want to disappoint my dad.”

“What about disappointing me?”

“Yeah. I’m realizing now that I hate that more than anything else.”

There was a breath of silence between us, until he broke loose.

He moved fast now, pulling out his cock and pushing my underwear aside. His fingers swiped, and I knew he could feel how wet I already was.

“What about this? Is this for me or him?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Are you so wet for me? Or him?” he asked again, the edge to his voice deadly.

“Kye, I don’t⁠—”

“Answer me,” he said.

“You.”

“Good. You’re mine.”

“It was fake, Kye. None of it was real.”

“All of it was real,” he said, hiking up my leg and putting his cock at my entrance. “Every minute I spent with you was real. What about now? Is this not real?”

“Sex doesn’t mean real, no.”

“I would have taken you out tonight, but you didn’t give me a chance, so this is the only real we get.”With that, he thrust into me, making me cry out at the sudden fullness. “Scream my name. Tell them all that you’re mine.”

I didn’t say it, my mind to focused on wanting him to move, to fuck me hard against the wall. I was a terrible person. I was supposed to be here with Mark. 

“I want to hear how much you enjoy fucking me, and then I’ll let you get back to your date.” He started moving hard, moving against me with a blinding rage.

I couldn’t stop it. No part of me wanted to either, so I let myself enjoy it. 

“Kye,” I yelled, getting so close to an orgasm I couldn’t think of anything but him.

“I can’t believe you thought we were done for good. That I wasn’t yours anymore, and you weren’t mine. Is that really what you wanted?” he asked, the angry edge to his tone matching his frantic pace now.

“No,” I mumbled, losing myself to him.

“Good. I’ll send you back to him with my cum running down your legs. Then there’s no mistake that you’re mine.”

He pushed into me again, thrusting his hips up and into me.

“Do you know what it was like to find out you went out with another guy? That I already thought about killing him if I had to see him touching you?”

He pushed me closer and closer to the edge until I fell, the orgasm tearing through me. Stars burst in my eyes as I looked up to the dark ceiling, wishing I could hold on to this feeling longer.

He thrust one more time, burying himself deep in me as his forehead fell against mine.

“I would have taken you out and then fucked you like that all night. You could have come with me if you didn’t go out with him.”

“Can you stop reminding me that I am on a date? That I’m the slut fucking you in the back room of a haunted house while he is probably outside looking for me.” I dropped my legs to the floor and pushed him back, but he stepped right back against me.

“Don’t even think that about yourself when I’m the only one you’re doing it for or with.”

“What if I want to be with someone else? What if I was planning on sleeping with Mark?”

His face fell further. “Then I hope me fucking you messed that up or I will go outside and beat the hell out of him for taking my girlfriend on a date. He should know better. You should know better. You don’t go out on dates when you are dating someone!” He was almost yelling now, but I didn’t get it. I thought we were over. I thought he would be relieved this entire fake relationship was done.

“You didn’t call me or text me or anything. I’m not your girlfriend.”

“Pretty sure you have been for months now.”

“I thought it was over. You told me as much and didn’t talk anymore about it. I thought the agreement was done.”

“It was never over. At least not for me. Do you want to get back to your date now?”

I adjusted my outfit and nodded. “Yes.”

“Fuck,” he said, kissing me again. “Say no.”

“I at least need to tell him I’m leaving. I did agree to come.”

His arms wrapped around me from behind, walking to the door with his lips against my ear. “You should remember that you’re mine. You’re covered in me. He better not touch you now.”

I paused at the door. He couldn’t see my smile, but I was having too much fun with Kye like this that I wanted to prod him a little more. “What if I want him, too?”

His hand snaked around my neck, pulling me harder back against him. “Then you’re going to stay in here and fuck me until you can’t even stand to think of him touching you. Until I cover every inch of your skin in me.”

I leaned back, falling against him, loving the way he adjusted to hold me there.

His lips came to my neck where he bit down, hard enough to let me know there would be a mark. “I will bite and suck at your perfect skin until my name is etched in it.”