“Please fuck me,” she begged, voice cracking. “I don’t even care who you are, just put it in, I’ll be so good—” Derek leaned down, lips brushing the shell of her ear. And then he whispered his name. “Derek Hale." Stiles froze. Her whole body went stiff. The grinding stopped. Her eyes went wide, the colour draining from her face as the name sank in. The quiet boy. The one she used to trip in the hallways. The one she called ugly and useless and pathetic in front of everyone. The nerd who used to keep his head down and never fought back. Now he was the man with his cock sliding against her bare cunt. Derek pulled back just enough to see her face. He smiled — slow, dark, satisfied. “You’re not leaving tonight, Stiles.” *** She spent high school calling him ugly, useless, and pathetic. At the highschool reunion, the quiet nerd she destroyed walked in rich, tattooed, and ready for revenge. The boy she bullied now owns every hole, every orgasm. She was the queen bee. He made her his permanent whore…