Lies That Bind (on hold temporarily)

Prologue

S A R A

"We shouldn't be doing this, Sara...n-not again," he says as he tears his lips from mine.

My fingers tug on the loosened knot of his tie, pulling him back into me. His jaw tightens and he brushes the pad of his thumb across my cheek.

"I know," I say softly, watching sadness fill his eyes.

I release his tie from my grasp, straightening it back up and then run my fingers through his tousled curls returning them to their rightful place. "Good as new," I quip, trying to lighten the mood.

"Thanks," he chuckles, a small smile turning up one corner of his mouth. That damn smile.

He wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me into a tight hug, his intoxicating scent filling my nostrils.

I squeeze him back, basking in the few moments I have to be wrapped up in him again. I wish we could stay like this forever.

"I'm sorry," he whispers into my hair before he drops his arms from around me and wipes a stray tear from my eye.

He takes one last look at me, the smile from seconds ago now faded from his face and turns to walk down the dimly lit hallway of Cedar High.

How the fuck did I wind up here? Ten years older, but clearly none the wiser. I think to myself as more tears threaten to spill from my eyes.

Don't have a breakdown. Not here...not today.

I suck in a deep breath and readjust the thin straps of my dress before making my way back to the gym where the rest of my former classmates are all mingling.

"Sara, Sara, Sara..." A voice I'd recognize anywhere calls from behind me from the shadows.

Fuck me. Why him of all fucking people? The universe clearly has a vendetta against me.

I turn on my heel, crossing my arms over my chest. "What do you want, Alec?" I bite.

"I guess some things never change," he responds, stalking over to me, the light cascading over his smug, but still perfect, face.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"After all this time you still haven't learned your lesson, have you?" he asks leaning against the row of lockers behind me, memories from junior year flooding my mind. "Still going after him."

I roll my eyes and take a step away before his hand wraps around my arm.

"Don't walk away from me," he growls, pulling me into his chest, the smell of stale cigarettes replacing the intoxicating one that lingered there from moments ago.

He tilts my chin up, forcing me to meet his piercing hazel eyes and I find myself getting lost in them like I have so many times before. I forgot how beautiful they were.

Back then he could get me to do anything he wanted when he looked at me the way he is right now and the butterflies starting to flutter around in my stomach remind me that he still has that power.

"Why are you here? I thought you hated this place?" I ask, desperately trying to speed this conversation up so I can get away from him and his eyes that make me feel things I shouldn't.

"I'd never miss the chance to see you again, rosy."

"Don't call me that," I say, my voice failing to come out as powerful as I would have liked.

"Why not? You used to love it." He smirks.

"Used to."

"I'll never forget the sight of those perfectly rosy cheeks the first time I-"

"Don't!" I shout, pushing against his chest in an attempt to free myself from his hold. Fat chance of that happening, the man is a fucking brick wall, always has been.

"Don't what, rosy?" he teases, lowering his face to mine and letting his right hand fall between us to caress my bare thigh.

Why the fuck did I choose to wear a dress? Right, because I'm a fucking idiot.

"A-alec..." I breathe, my body betraying me beneath his touch.

"I can give you what he wouldn't," he whispers, his fingers inching closer and closer to my core before adding, "Like I always have."

Asshole.

"Do you want me to stop, rosy?" he asks, his voice getting deeper as his fingers close in on my lace covered pussy.

You know that I don't.

I shake my head, silently giving him permission to touch me.

A devilish grin takes over his face, his eyes darkening as his daft fingers push my panties to the side and brush against my slit, my legs parting slightly for him.

He rubs my clit in tight circles, pressing harder with each pass. Just like he used to.

I bring my hand to his nape and pull his face closer to mine, his nose butting up to mine, leaving an impossibly small space between our lips.

My heart hammers in my chest as his fingers work my clit and his lips just barely graze mine. So incredibly close, yet so far.

I suck in a small breath, my lips brushing up against his again when the realization hits me. We're standing in the middle of the hallway with his hand between my legs, where anyone can see us.

"Alec, wait-" I begin before he sinks a finger inside me and a gasp falls from my mouth, heat immediately rushing to my cheeks.

"There's my rosy," he says beaming with pride.

"Fuck off," I reply, trying and failing to deny him the satisfaction of knowing how good it feels to have him touch me again.

"What was that?" he asks, driving another finger into me causing a cry to slip from my mouth before he crashes his lips to mine to dull the sound.

"D-don't stop," I moan against his mouth as he draws his fingers in and out, curling the tips just enough to hit my g-spot.

He thrusts a third finger in, my cheeks flushing a more violent shade of red as my legs begin to shake, my orgasm rapidly approaching.

"What's going on down there?" A voice calls from the end of the hallway, and Alec's fingers stop their rapid thrusts, my pussy pulsing around them as he unintentionally edges me.

"I need you to stay quiet for me, baby," he whispers against my lips before kissing me softly.

"Hello?" The voice calls out again, but this time the slow pattering of footsteps comes along with it as they walk down the hallway toward us.

The sound of the footsteps get louder as the unknown person approaches us. Alec slowly pulls his fingers from inside me, my arousal easing them out, and I breathe a sigh of relief knowing that we won't be caught this time until he plunges them back inside, an exhausted cry leaving my mouth as my orgasm barrels through me.

I could fucking kill him. If only it didn't feel so fucking good.

"That's right, cum all over my fingers, rosy, just like you used to," he utters loud enough for the unknown person to hear, his voice sounding sexier than it ever has before, as his fingers continue to pump into my too wet pussy.

"Fuuuck," I moan, too enthralled by the pleasure to care about anything other than the absolute bliss of Alec's fingers.

"Alec?" The voice calls out.

Alec looks up making eye contact with the person looming behind me, a smirk smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth as a huff rumbles in his chest. I turn my head to see who it is but before I can, Alec grabs my chin with his free hand and claims my lips roughly, his fingers still easing themself in and out of me.

"S-sara?" The voice asks and my heart drops.

No no no, this can't be happening.

Not again...