Page 34 of Spin the Damn Bottle

Suddenly, he picks me up, kicks open the closest room, and strolls in.

"What are you doing?" He doesn't see fit to answer me, but he throws me on top of the teacher's desk and settles between my legs. "We're in Mr. Green's class! You can't—"

"Watch me." He sweeps the content of the desk aside—pens, a stapler, notes, a pile of manuals—and bends us until my back hits thehard wood.

"Jace!" I protest. "Don't do this."

"Keep going." He licks his lower lip. "It won't make a difference, but I love hearing you beg."

If it were anyone else, I might have thought he was kidding, pushing boundaries for kicks. He'd kiss me, laugh, and we'd be on our way back to PE. But it's Jason Alden. I'm unsurprised to see him open his zipper. "We're at school, dammit! You can't get away with that sort of shit here."

"Just another thing you're wrong about, pretty doll."

"I'll scream," I warn.

"I certainly do hope so."

CHAPTER TWENTY

I kick my legs out, and Jason chuckles, delighted with my protest, holding me firmly under his weight. "Jason, I can't afford to get fucking expelled. Stop this nonsense."

"How many times do I have to tell you I'll take care of you until you believe me, doll?"

I'm about to point out that given our current predicament, I'm entitled to very much doubt that, when a door swings open behind us. Not the one we'd just walked through—the one leading in and out of the teacher's office.

Mr. Green strolls in, professional as usual in his brown blazer over a moss-green sweater.

I expect him to lose it, to yell and send us on our way to the headmaster. Instead, he runs his hand through his sandy hair and sighs. "Jason, this is my classroom. You know I don't mix club business with school."

"What the hell," I say, though I do understand. He saidclub business.

I temporarily lose my will to fight, too flabbergasted, andJason takes the opportunity to undo the first buttons of my shirt. I whack his hand away and sit up. "Isanyonehere not part of your kinky group of freaks?"

Mr. Green shrugs. "All employees work for the Heritage, but only two or three of us are members." He fixes Jason with a stern look. "I have one free period now. Be done before the bell." On that note, he makes for the door. "And clean up after yourself," he adds as an afterthought.

Then he's gone, leaving me at Jason's mercy.

He was there the whole time. I'm sure he heard me protest from his office, and he didn't even blink.

"Jason…"

"Nadia," he whispers against my skin, his mouth just inches away. He kisses the side of my neck, and runs his tongue down, until he reaches the spot between my breasts where my shirt's still closed.

Then he takes the fabric either side and tears it open. "Hey! You can't do that. What am I going to wear? Jason, you motherfucker, stop right now!"

His hands reach out for my wrists. He holds my arms up over my head, and transfers one of my wrists to pin them down with one of his. "I think it's time for a reminder, my gorgeous, stubborn doll." His hand moves under my skirt, to the edge of my tights. He yanks them down roughly. "I am in charge."

Fuck!

I writhe, attempting to free my hands, or move my legs, or sit up, but his entire body is primed to keep mine in check. "You're not in charge of my life, asshole. You're not omnipotent."

"No? Then stop me." The next moment, his hot hardness presses at my entrance and slams inside me in one harsh push.

I yelp.

To my chagrin, I was soaked, so his entrance was smooth and painless, but still unexpected. He fills me up so much, I don't think I can even move.

"That's it, doll." His thumb runs over my clit, and I hate the moan that comes out of my throat. "Things are so much better when you let me be in charge."