“You can’t,” I respond, stepping around Soren. He grabs me by the wrist, yanking me backward until his chest is tightly pressed against my back, holding me in place. “But you’ll have to take a chance on this. So, what’s it going to be?”
Her teeth clatter together, the sound grating on my nerves. “Fine,” she agrees. “But don’t think for a single moment that this is over. Not by a long shot.”
She doesn’t stick around to hear a response. She pushes past Kenzo and Grace, storming out of the cafeteria, the door slamming behind her. It’s silent for a couple of minutes, and I sigh in relief when I’m certain she’s gone.
“That went as well as expected,” Lila mutters.
“Yeah.”
“So, what do we do about the Evelyn situation?” Kenzo asks. “She did try to kill her.”
“We wait until we graduate,” I say with confidence. “As soon as we’re out of the academy, we send her to prison. We need to buy ourselves time, just in case she tries something within the next few weeks. But as soon as we’re in the clear, I don’t want to hear anything about that girl. Except for her trial, maybe.”
“That’s a good idea,” Avalon agrees. “I cannot wait for the day we’re finally free of the cunt.”
“But there’s another problem,” Lila piques. “We still don’t know who’s the mastermind behind Sinners andSaints.”
“And I highly doubt we’ll find out.”
FORTY-EIGHT
Sophia moans, the sweet sounds reaching my ears like the prettiest melodies ever created. I push her head further into the pillow, driving my cock as deep as possible inside of her. Her cunt squeezes around me, and I groan, slamming into her again.
“You always feel incredible,” I grit out, one hand tangling in her hair as I yank her head back. “So fucking perfect, and all mine.”
Sophia’s exhausted: her body is covered in a thin layer of sweat, her hair is messy, tangled in some spots. Her makeup is smeared below her eyes, and her lipstick is no longer on her lips.
“Soren,” her soft whimper only makes me thrust into her harder, pulling her up to sit on her knees. “Please.”
“Please, what?” I murmur against her ear, loving the way she shivers at the littlest, simplest things.
“More,” she moans. “I need more.”
“Oh, I think I have a rather good idea,” I chuckle, then pull out of her. Sophia whines at the loss of the contact, but I’m quick to grab her hand and pull her off the bed. Our clothes are scattered all aroundthe floor, and confusion washes over her face.
“What are you doing?” She asks, her breathing uneven.
I spin her so that her back is facing me, and gently bend her while she’s standing up. Without a warning, I push my cock back into her eager pussy, rolling my eyes in pure ecstasy at the sound of her suppressed scream.
My hand reaches over to grip her chin tightly, forcing her to look forward. “I want you to watch while I’m fucking you, princess,” I murmur softly, and her eyes immediately dart toward the big mirror in front of us.
Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen from the kisses, and her eyes are glossy with need. The way she submits to me is exhilarating, and I’ve never felt anything quite like this. It’s probably why this is the sixth time tonight that I’m fucking her.
I can’t keep my hands off her. I can’t get her off my mind. She’s all I can think about; she’s the air I breathe. Fucking hell, she has me wrapped around her little finger, and she doesn’t even know it.
Her legs start trembling as I fuck her with intensity that she adores, my cock twitching inside of her. The sound of her moans, my curses, and our bodies slapping together fills her dorm, I can’t get enough of the feeling of her wrapped around my cock, right where she belongs.
“Such a filthy little whore,” I murmur, her eyes getting teary. “You’re such a slut for my cock, aren’t you, Princess?”
“Yes,” she croaks out, and I can’t help but grope her bosom. They fill my hands so fucking perfectly, her nipples erect. I pull on one, and Sophia moans in pleasure, her voice taking a raspy note. “God, Soren.”
“That’s right,” I slam into her with violence that always makes her legs buckle a little. “I’m your fucking God, Princess. And you’renothing but a little whore for me, ready to be used and filled with my cum.”
Her eyes darken a shade, her cheeks deepening in color, and she struggles to keep herself on her feet. She looks away from the mirror, and I reach down, slapping her pussy, her overstimulated clit swollen under my touch.
“Fuck,” she gasps. “Please, please.”
“Please, what?”
