Instead, she’s looking at me with something that I can only hope is affection.
“Yes, Soren?”
The tenderness in her voice makes my jaw tighten, and I pull her even closer to me, until our bodies are flush together. She gasps softly, but makes no attempt to escape my grip — not that she ever could. I always knew I’d never let her go, but this only solidified the decision.
Sophia Sloane belongs to me in all the ways that matter, and there isn’t a force on this planet that could keep me away from her.
My mouth opens, and I’m about to ask her a question, when her phone buzzes inside her bag. She reaches for the bag, pulling the device out without moving from my lap, and I can’t suppress the burst of anger when I see Damien’s name pop up on her screen.
“How many times do I have to warn you before you take me seriously?”
Sophia looks up from her phone, mid-typing a response. “Soren, he’s just thanking me for helping him study.”
I scoff, grabbing the phone out of her hands, then typing the message myself. She protests, but before she can reach it, I lock it and toss it on the opposite side of the dorm, letting it fall on Avalon’s bed.
“Hey!” She yells. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Doing what you should’ve done ages ago,” I grit out.
The familiar sight of annoyance flashes in her eyes, and she tries getting off my lap, only for me to reposition her. She’s laying on my lap, on her stomach, with a shocked gasp.
“Soren? What the hell are you doing?”
My hand travels up the back side of her thigh, reaching that irritatingly short pair of shorts, pulling them up even more, revealing her ass to me. Before she can ask anything else, I grip her left cheek,then let it go. Just when she thinks she’s in the clear, I let my hand fall, spanking her ass with more force than necessary. Something between a choked moan and a terrified pant slips from her mouth, her head snapping to the side, looking up at me.
“You bastard.”
A deep, raspy growl comes from my throat, and the second smack is harder, her skin already starting to turn red. Sophia’s hand comes to grip my hand, but there’s that almost feral look in her eyes that only encourages me to go harder on her.
She’s a slut for me, and she fucking loves it.
“What did I tell you about using that fucking word, Princess?” I let my hand loose, alternating between each cheek at least a dozen times. Tears prickle in her eyes, her cheeks getting rosy, but the moans — oh God, those sweet moans, the prettiest noises she’s making for me are the biggest ego boost.
“You,” she utters out, the breathless tone making my cock stir uncomfortably. “God, I hate you.”
“Lie louder,” I grin, spanking her again. My hand reaches down between her legs, cupping her pussy over her underwear and shorts, only to find her soaking already. “Let the entire fucking academy hear how much of a little slut you are for me, Princess. I’ve barely touched you, and you’re fucking drenched.”
“That’s not,” she swallows, “I’m not…”
The denial is fucking adorable, and I can’t help but slowly rub her swollen clit over her clothes. She moans, arching her back to meet my thrusts, grinding against my finger.
“Sure you aren’t,” I laugh, pulling my finger away. Sophia whines in protest, but I am not here to tease her. I pick her up, then stand up and toss her on the bed. She lands on her back, proppingherself on her elbows, staring at me with fury in her eyes.
“You damned b–thing,” she grits out, hands curling around the sheets. I kick her legs away, pulling down her shorts. Her eyes dip down as I position myself between her legs, my face a couple of inches away from her drenched pussy.
“Mmm, do you know how long I’ve wanted to eat your sweet cunt?” I murmur, blowing softly against her flesh. She shudders, her inner thighs messy. “Fuck, you’re really testing my restraint.”
“When did you ever have any?!”
“Correct,” I look up at her, grinning, then immediately lower my mouth on her heat. I grab her thighs, pulling her closer, and her legs close around my neck, caging me there. And fucking hell, if this isn’t the most addicting taste I’ve ever tried, I don’t know what is.
My tongue darts out, lapping up all of her sweetness. Sophia’s moans fill the room, my cock throbbing in my pants, leaking with precum. My eyes close as I use my tongue to lick up every single drop of her. Her hands come to my hair, gripping it tightly.
She grinds her pussy against my face, and I can’t help but groan against her skin. I tease her entrance with my tongue, slipping the tip inside, feeling her clench around it.
“Soren,” she moans my name loudly, not caring if any of the dorm supervisors can hear her, pulling on my hair, legs tightening around my neck. “Please.”
“Louder, Princess,” I pull back just a little, looking up at her. “Beg me louder. Let everyone hear you who the fuck owns you.”
