“Why?” she hissed, leaning back in her chair, folding her arms across her chest in defense, scowling at me. Fuck, she's so hot.
“I notice you’re avoiding my question,” I quietly barked back at her, although I was enjoying this tit for tat. Her tits my tat.
“What did you do with them?” Again, she avoided answering my question about the detective.
I tilted my head to the side, “I wank off with them, thinking of you.”
Her cheeks blushed, “I don’t want them back then.”
“Your scent has gone from the crotch, so I might need to steal some more,” I told her as my hand rested on the front of my sweatpants, where I was half hard and eager to wet my wick in her sick body. I haven't fucked her yet, and I want to now. In here. Anywhere.
“Do you wear them?” she asked, frowning.
“No,” I smiled, “I hold them in my hand as I rub my big cock.” I paused a beat to allow a student to walk by before I added, “Do you wanna see?”
“No,” she blushed as she glanced around nervously, “he was asking me about my father. The detective. He wanted to know if there was anything he could do to help now that I am an orphan.” Her voice broke under the strain of emotions, but she cleared her throat and continued, “I didn’t say anything about you kidnapping and drugging me, and I also didn’t say anything about Theo Abbott, but I was close to asking him if he could look into my father’s death because I’m still unconvinced that it was a suicide. But I talked myself out of it.”
My heart cracked a little when it occurred to me that this girl had no one, not a single person, left in her life. My father might be in prison, but he was still alive, and I had my mother, grandparents, and my brother, as well as Lev, who basically was my bro as well. It was unwise to allow myself to soften to her situation, but the more I got to know her, the less I saw her as our enemy to taunt.
“Theo Abbott?” I asked, wondering who she was talking about.
And she shot me a scowl as if I were dumb. “The man found dead on the train who you may or may not have anything to do with his death.”
“Oh, is that his name? I thought they hadn’t released his details yet,” I stated, wondering how she knew.
“They haven't, but I figured it out,” she chewed her bottom lip, and I wanted to lean across the table and kiss her like I did yesterday, and I rescued her from her panic attack.
“How?” I pressed, pushing my chair back and sliding up beside her, planting my ass down on the chair.
“Long story,” she sighed as she placed her phone with the notes of yesterday’s class between us so we could share. “Did you follow me to Dean’s office?”
“Yes,” I stated boldly, grabbing her hand and placing it on my groin under the table. “One of us follows you everywhere, so getused to it.” When she tried to pull her hand away, I brought it back to where it belonged, which was stroking my cock.
“Way to treat a grieving woman,” she whispered bashfully, trying to evoke guilt in me, and it wasn’t working. I was too horny to care at that point, and my focus was on her sweet ass.
“No one is looking,” I affirmed, dipping her hand down my sweats and forcing her to rub me. “Sit on me.”
“No,” she hissed, obeying me by stroking my cock.
“Why not? C’mon, Adina, ride my cock. I know you want to,” I urged her, and when she refused to get on me, I placed my hand between her thighs, and she gripped my forearm with her other hand to suppress a sigh.
“What did you do to him?” she breathed, fighting against the urge to shove my hand down her panties.
“I spoke to him, asked why he’s sniffing around you, and told him to stay away,” I told her as I brushed my fingers over the area of her clit, and a gasp escaped her succulent mouth, indicating that I struck the target.
“What?” she snarled, fighting with me. “He didn’t know me. Are we talking about the same person? I mean Theo Abbott. Tell me what you did with him. I saw you in the bathroom on the train, threatening him. Why? What did he do for you to hurt him?”
I hesitated to consider how much I should tell her, after all, it was only a moment ago when she and the detective were having a quiet conversation. Maybe Adina, the detective, and Dean were plotting against us. “I caught him filming us on our carriage. It was a private conversation, so I sorted him out he backed off.”
“What were you talking about?” she pressed, still running her hands up and down my length underneath my sweats.
Her hand felt great, but pressure was building in my abdomen, and I wanted more. I wanted her to strip her fucking panties down and sit on my cock. “Why the third degree?” I snarled ather, becoming grumpy at not getting what I wanted. “Are you and the detective trying to set me up?”
“If only,” she argued, shooting daggers from her pretty, intelligent eyes, “after you assholes set me up, I’d love to avenge you and bring you to your damn knees, but luckily foryou, the last person in the world I would collaborate with is a detective.”
“Sure,” I was in two minds whether to believe her because on one hand, she was part of a crime family like ours and associating with the police was avoided at all costs, unless we could pay a crooked cop to do shit for us on the inside. And on the other hand, by far the best people for cops to bribe into working for them were members of crime families. It was a double-edged sword wielded by law enforcement. “Right now I don’t a rat’s arse about your feelings on that detective, because I’m more interested in you sitting on my cock.”
We sensed someone move past the shelves, stepping confidently, and she sat up and attempted to pull her hand away from my length, but I wouldn’t let her. I didn’t care if some little freshman or whatever saw us getting off; in fact, maybe they should stick around and watch because they might learn something.
