The image of Sav on Jace’s lap is burned into my brain, taunting me at every turn. She had every opportunity to sit on mine, and she chose him. I know it wasn’t because she wants him. She was doing it to get a rise out of me. Well, it worked. She’s got my attention—every fucking bit of it.
Everyone starts heading for the doors, with Jace giving Savannah a hug that lasts just a little too long. Her eyes meet mine from over his shoulder, and I can see the amusement in them. Once they’re gone, she turns to me.
“Did you tell Delaney you have a ride home?”
She nods. “Did you tell your little slut you’re not coming over today?”
“Nope. She’s not my concern, though. Teaching you a lesson is.”
Standing her ground, she looks as unfazed as ever. “Do your worst.”
She follows me out the back door of the school and over to my car. Some people stare as they see us, wondering why the two people who seem to hate each other would be leaving together. I’m almost positive this is going to get back to Carter and Jace, but frankly, I don’t give a shit. They should hear about it. Maybe then they’ll know not to fuck with what’s mine.
The drive home is quiet, with neither of us willing to cave. She stares out the window with that same confident look on her face, not faltering for a second. There’s a point she wants to prove, and she isn’t backing down.
I pull into my driveway, and the two of us get out. Unlocking and opening the door, I gesture for her to go in first. She looks around at the house she knows as well as I do, then turns to me.
“No one’s home?”
Shaking my head, I step closer. “The house is mine, all weekend.”
She holds my gaze and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “What are you going to do with so much alone time?”
“You.”
“Me?” A small yet condescending giggle leaves her mouth. “And exactly what do you plan on doing to me?”
“I’m going to blur the lines of pleasure and pain, and make you beg for mercy as I bring you to the edge—over, and over, and over again.” I bend down to nip at her earlobe, gently sucking it into my mouth. “Go upstairs. I want you on my bed and waiting for me by the time I get up there.”
“And I want you to end whatever friends with benefits shit you have going on with Kinsley.”
I almost laugh, knowing I haven’t touched that girl since Savannah’s birthday—when she destroyed my sex life and claimed me for herself without even knowing she did it. But this, right here, is about control, and I’m not willing to give that up any time soon.
With one arm wrapped around her back, I pull her into me. “Do I look like I take orders from you?”
“You get what you give,” she retorts. “For every minute that you spend focused on that bitch, I’ll be flirting with Jace.”
She’s infuriating, pushing at all my buttons and making it hard to keep my cool. I lean down and press my lips to hers in a ravenous kiss that shows her just how close I am to snapping. When I back away, she’s momentarily dazed.
“Upstairs,” I repeat, and she rolls her eyes before finally listening.
“Bossy.”
I go into the kitchen and grab two bottles of water from the fridge, not wanting any excuse to leave my room for the rest of the afternoon. I shut off the light and make sure the door is locked before I make my way upstairs to my room. As I enter, I find her standing there, looking around the room she used to spend much of her time in, tauntingly similar yet different all the same.
Placing the bottles down on my dresser, I move to stand in front of her. She looks up at me through hooded eyes, and I tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She’s breathtakingly beautiful, and if things were different, I would spend every day of my life worshiping the ground she walks on. Instead, the only way I’m able to have her is like this—sexually, meaninglessly, and without any hopes for the future.
“Seeing you today, sitting on his lap with his hands all over you, I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to rip you right out of his grasp.”
She almost seems remorseful as she frowns. “That’s the way I feel every time you’re with Kinsley. It’s like you want to be with her.”
“Is that what you want, to be with Jace?”
“No.” She shakes her head. “I flirted with him because I knew it would make you mad.”
“Well, consider it a success—I’m mad.” I push her down so she’s lying on my bed and hover over her. “And you’re going to make it up to me.”
I press my mouth to hers, and my whole body comes alive at the contact, the way it always does. She hums into it, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer. My hands roam up her petite waist and make their way under her shirt.
It’s cruel, really, having to see her every day in this uniform. It’s like every one of my adolescent fantasies come to life. She looks like a naughty librarian with her skirt and knee-high socks. All I’ve wanted for weeks is to strip it off her—piece by piece.
She opens her mouth to allow me in, and our tongues tangle together. Tasting her is like heaven, knowing how sickeningly sweet she is. I slip my hand up her skirt and pull her panties to the side. The second my finger slips inside, she lets out a moan that goes straight to my dick.
“You’re so ready for me,” I tell her as her juices coat my finger.
It’s been no more than a minute, and I’m already hard as steel inside my pants. She reaches between us and rubs her hand over my clothing. I need to get them off. It’s too painful, too restricting. I push myself off her and pull my shirt over my head, before sliding my pants down. She lets her eyes rake over my body, whimpering from the intense attraction between us.
“Like what you see?” I tease.
She glares at me and rolls her eyes. “Shut up. You know you’re hot. I’m not about to boost your already inflated ego.”
I start to undress her, slowly—like we have all the time in the world, no matter how much it tortures me. By the time I’m done, she’s left in only her bra and panties. I stand in front of her and admire the sight. It’s no wonder everyone wants her. She’s got the body of a goddess.
“Like what you see?” She throws my own words back at me and I chuckle.
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
It only takes another second before I’m back on top of her, grinding down to rub my hard cock against her through the thin material. It’s such a tease, and only makes me want her more, but it’s also driving her wild.
“Grayson,” she pleads as I suck a mark into her collarbone.
I pick my head up to look at her. “Yeah, baby?”
“I want you.”
Shaking my head, I place a short kiss at the corner of her mouth. “And I want you to keep your ass off other guys’ laps.”
I reach over to my nightstand, pulling a pair of handcuffs out of the drawer before turning to her. Her eyes widen when she sees them, but in a way that shows her exhilaration. I gesture for her to move up higher on my bed, and then kneel beside her. I place a cuff on one wrist and then wrap it around one of the poles on my headboard. As I put the other cuff on the remaining wrist, she tugs on the restraints—testing them and finding she can hardly move at all.