“Her name is Sinammon,” Meiying says dryly, “that should tell you everything you need to know.”
“She used to be a contortionist in Cirque De Soleil,” Jun says defensively, “I threw my back out twice. It was worth it.”
It’s lucky I’m laughing and in a good mood, or I might have punched that Irish fucker Ronan when he walked over to our table, sprawling casually between Lucca and me.
He holds up his hands when he sees my eyes narrow. “Jesus, Mary, and Joseph relax, Turgenev! I come in peace.”
Lucca moves over to give him a bit more room. “What’s up, Cox? Aside from Kon’s blood pressure.”
Ronan enjoys that a little too much, but he finally stops his fucking donkey laugh and leans in. “I heard we were comparing notes about all the attacks this summer.”
“What do you know?” Lucca asks.
“Well…” Ronan hesitates, “My cousins were set to start this year at the Academy, they were in an ambush in Boston last month. They both got out alive, but they’re going to need a hell of a lot of physical therapy to get back to where they were before. Seán will probably never get full use of his arm back.”
“I’m sorry to hear it,” I said, and I mean it. I hate Ronan with the heat of a thousand suns for lusting after my fiancée, but those two were kids. They didn’t deserve that.
Ronan drummed his fingers on the table. “Here’s what’s been keeping me up at night. They were with two older members of the clan, both lieutenants. But the gunmen went for my cousins. They’re only eighteen, and don’t mean shite in the clan’s power structure.”
“So going for them instead of the higher-ups makes no sense,” I said.
Tatiana moves closer to Lucca. “What happens here if an incoming Freshman drops out?”
“I guess there’s a waitlist?” I said, shrugging.
She frowns. “It’s worth seeing who took their place. We know they’re not the only ones who didn’t make it to the Academy this year.”
“Hell of a first day, eh?” Lucca says.
We’re walking along the cliff’s edge. A regular institute of higher education would fence off this extremely hazardous stretch of property, but at the Ares Academy, if you don’t spot the danger, you deserve to plunge screaming off the cliff.
Or, you’re thrown, like Lucca did with that piece of shit, Mateo Costa last year. He’s staring blankly out over the waves crashing against the sheer surface of the cliffs.
“Yes, but it’s hard to be surprised by anything that happens here anymore,” I said.
He glances over, his eyes narrowed. “Are you still mad at me that you didn’t get to help throw Costa over the damn cliff? How long are you going to hang onto that?”
“I should have been there,” I said haughtily, “we would have elevated body disposal to an art form.”
“Sure, idiota,” he said, slapping my shoulder.
Back in my bedroom, I stay up, drinking and pacing, both of which are stupid as fuck when I’ll need to be awake and aware in maybe four hours. But my traitorous dick keeps getting hard at the memory of being inside Mariya, and rubbing one out while thinking of her seems like… I don’t know, like losing this battle for my self-control.
“Fuck it.” I yank open my jeans, groaning with relief as I pull my cock free. Bracing my arm against the window, I remember how Mariya looked that night, tiny and defiant in her soft little sleep shorts and her dark hair flowing over her shoulders. Her breasts fitted perfectly in my hand, and those stiff nipples would peek between my fingers.
There was so much more I wanted to do to her that night, but she fell asleep almost instantly. She would have been furious to know that her thighs closed around my hand cupping her center, holding it in place. If I’d had a second round with her, I would have taken my time, laid her out on that tiny bed, thrown her legs over my shoulders and buried my mouth in her tasty cunt. The way she’d gripped my fingers in that fiery little pussy…
Groaning, my hand moves faster along my cock, and I imagine circling her clit with my tongue before plunging it inside her, feeling her stiffen against me as I nibble and suck her, spreading her wet lips with my thumbs so I play with all her most secretive places. There’s more than just how a woman looks. It’s how she tastes, how she sounds, how her skin feels on mine… MyPchelka,my little bee who stung with her sharp words and soothed with her sweet pussy, and then, there was thoseteeth.I grip my cock tighter, trying not to come the instant I rememberthe feel of her teeth digging savagely into my skin. I still have the bruise on my shoulder and it’s a fucking badge of honor.
That first thrust inside; that’s when I knew there was no coming back from this, from her, from the feel of that perfect cunt spreading slowly, reluctant to let me in but she was so wet. Her eyes opened wide, so wide and turning from the icy Morozov blue to something soft, almost a lavender shade. MyPchelkawith her purple eyes and her sharp teeth and those moans…
“Yebat',fuck!” I choke, coming all over my hand, so hard that I stumble, my hand against the wall to keep from falling over.
There is no way I’m getting through this year without fucking her senseless.
Chapter Eight
In which we find it is very annoying when your parents side with your fiancée.
