“Why are we even at that table?” I question, wincing as a dart of pain shoots through my hip. I’m a little achy in parts, but Trent cushioned most of our fall, so I’ll live. I’m betting his back will be black and blue by tomorrow, and it couldn’t happen to a more worthy recipient.
“Your father has patched things up with the Montgomerys, and we were given strict instructions that things were to return to normal.”
I add a note to my mental checklist to ask Drew how the bastard has made amends with Trent’s father.
“It hasn’t escaped my notice that the new elite have returned,” he adds, and my spine turns rigid.
“So?”
“So I told Kaiden it was a part of the deal.”
“You told Kai to stay away from me,” I correct him. “You said nothing about him not being permitted to return to school.”
He examines my face carefully. “Stay away from him, Abby.” A muscle ticks in his jaw. “You’re my fiancée now, and I won’t be made a fool of.”
I’m walking toward my last class of the day when I’m yanked sideways into a room, and Kai’s hot mouth is on mine before I’ve had time to scream. His tongue plunders my mouth like an invading Viking, taking what he wants with brutality and violence. A metallic taste trickles into my mouth as he bites down hard on my lip, drawing blood. I push him away. “What are you doing?” I hiss. Charlie’s threat is still too fresh in my mind, and this is risky as fuck.
He shoots me a shit-eating grin Jackson would be proud of as he locks the door and stalks toward me. “What the fuck does it look like?”
“Like you’re crazy as shit and have a death wish,” I say, backing away from him.
His eyes are thick with lust, his body cloaked in anger, and he wears it proudly like body armor.
I scramble around desks as I avoid capture. All the while he advances. Like this menacing form hell-bent on punishing me.
Liquid lust races through me, and my core pulses with a desperate need.
I love it when he’s like this.
Looking at me like he wants to fuck me so hard I’ll bleed.
My body purrs in anticipation as my back slams against a solid obstacle.
I know I’m sick and twisted, but I think that’s why we’re so well matched.
He wants to punish me, and I want to be punished.
He grips my hips, reeling me into his body, grinding his pelvis against mine. His boner juts into my lower stomach, drenching my panties. “You need a reminder that you’re mine.”
“Yes,” I pant in agreement even though I’m fully his, and we both know it.
His lips collide with mine again, and we devour one another as if we’ll never get to kiss again. My hands are greedy motherfuckers as they roam up and down his back and squeeze his hard ass cheeks, pulling him closer as I spread my legs wider to accommodate his hot body. I grind against him as he tweaks my breasts through my shirt.
Without warning, he flips me over, swiping the contents off the desk with a clean sweep of his hand, and bends me down over it. Tugging my skirt up to my waist, he pushes my panties to one side and slides three fingers inside me.
A string of expletives leaves my mouth, and he chuckles.
“Your filthy mouth turns me on.”
“Your filthy cock does it for me,” I rasp.
He rams his fingers inside me, stroking me in frantic movements that are borderline painful. Yet when he pulls out, I cry out at the loss. The telltale sound of the slide of his zipper, followed by the tearing of paper as he rolls a condom on, has me moaning in anticipation.
“Hold on, baby.”
That’s his only warning before he slams into me in one fast thrust, and a scream rips from my mouth before I can stop it. His hand covers my mouth, while he holds my hip with his free hand, helping to direct his movements as he flexes his hips and solidly pumps into me.
He fucks me hard and fast over the teacher’s desk, grunting and cursing as he works me over good. His hand moves from my hip to my clit, and he rubs my swollen nub with firm strokes until my orgasm creeps up on me out of nowhere. I’m pushing my ass back and gripping his cock as my inner walls spasm uncontrollably. He bites my shoulder, muffling his own cries as he comes, pumping into the condom inside of me, covering my back with his warm body as I come back down to Earth.
Wordlessly, he helps clean me up with some tissues from his jacket pocket. Then he tucks his cock away and zips his pants up. Leaning down, he crushes his lips to mine in one final kiss. “Be safe, babe.”
“Always.”
“Wait one minute, and then follow me out,” he instructs before striding across the room and leaving without a backward glance.
I use the time to fix my makeup and brush my hair, and then I leave, checking the hallway both ways to ensure no one is around, smiling to myself as I slip into class late, making up an excuse.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
The next few days pass by without incident, and we settle into a familiar routine. Living with the Barrons’ is okay. I have my own gorgeous room, which Elizabeth, Charlie’s mom, had professionally remodeled especially for me.
She’s super excited about the wedding, already planning a lavish reception, and it’s all she wants to talk about at the dinner table each night. I usually walk away with a pain in my face from all the forced smiling and fake gushing. Charlie is pleased I’m indulging her, but I feel mean because I’m lying to her. I don’t have the heart to explain it’s all for nothing, because I’ve got to maintain this charade.
Charlie drives me to and from school and he is attentive and considerate—the picture-perfect boyfriend—at all times. We still sit at the elite table at school, but Trent is ignoring us so it’s not as much of a headache. Chad has been filling me in on the gossip I missed, and Drew spends most lunchtimes silent and introspective.
I’m worried about him, but every time I inquire, he tells me he’s fine. I want to go over to the house to talk to him, but I’m eager to steer clear of the place too. “Can you drive me to ballet after school?” I whisper to Drew at lunchtime. “I need to speak to you.”
“Sure. Maybe we can grab something to eat beforehand.”
“Perfect.” I kiss his cheek. “I’ll wait for you at your car.”
“I don’t see why I can’t come,” Charlie pouts when school ends and I break the news that I’m riding with my brother.
“I want time alone with my twin, and you can’t shadow me everywhere,” I say, closing my locker and stuffing my books in my bag.
“Your father only relented on the bodyguard and the driver because I assured him I’d keep you safe,” he says, taking my hand as we walk toward the exit.
I roll my eyes. “My brother is hardly a threat.”
Charlie opens the door, and I step outside, pulling the collar of my coat up to ward off the icy-cold wind. We escaped the snow in Connecticut, but it looks like it’s followed us here. The forecast for the weekend predicts snow, and I’m preparing for a cold one.
“I don’t enjoy being away from you,” he says, reeling me into his arms at the top of the steps.
Electricity crackles in the air, and my body has a mind of its own as I whip my head around, looking down at the two guys watching us from the curb.