“You’re such a good little slut when you listen,” he muses, studying the way I swallow hungry gulps of air when he lets go of my throat. “Only I can give you what you need, isn’t that right?”
I moan louder, clawing at his back as I roll on his cock without his help. That only makes him pull out. I growl, hitting his chest when he yanks the impending release from me.
“Ah, ah.” He grins. “You don’t get to come until I let you, brat.”
I’m going to kill him.
I glare at him, chasing his cock with my hips. “Stop being a bitch andfuck me.”
The fucker is enjoying this way too much. Being consumed by frustration is still better than crying in front of him.
“Beg like the desperate, needy girl you are.” He slips his tip inside of me only to pull out straightaway.
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
“Beg me to fuck you,” he repeats.
“Hard pass.”
I scream out when he plunges me down on his cock, making me take him to the hilt. “Fuck. You feel so good, baby.” His voice comes out hoarse and anguished, but it doesn’t stop him from pulling me right off him with a strained smirk. “Too bad you aren’t going to come.”
I bare my teeth and yank his head back by his hair. “I hate you, Kohen Osman.”
“You’ve brought this on yourself.” He does the exact same thingto me, grabbing a fistful of my hair and holding me back, seething beneath his lust-filled stare. “Say my name, Blaze. Tell me how sorry you are for keeping that pretty pussy away from me for so long. Tell me you’re going to learn and make decent fucking fires.”
My lip curls into a smile that’s all teeth. “Maybe I’ll just ask—”
My eyes widen when he drops my legs and spins me around to face the window. Both my hands fly forward so I don’t fall. “You’re going to watch what I did for you while you come on the cock of the man you hate.”
A cry rips out of my throat when he slams into me with a single thrust. The fire still rages, and I watch as people mill about observing the fire while others rush to the evacuation area.
Someone could have seen me get fucked against the window—someone still could. In this moment, I couldn’t care less about either when this angle hits each and every part of me that amplifies the feel of him. A single drive of his hips and I know that it won’t matter how hard I try to fight it, I’m going to come on his cock.
“If you want me to be your enemy, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you.”Thrust. “You’re not going to be able to walk after this.”Thrust. “You’re not going to be able to move with how thoroughly destroyed you are.”Thrust. “Every time you fuck yourself with your fingers, you’re going to wish I never ruined you.”Thrust.“So hate me, Thief. Tell me you want me dead because you’re the only reason I’d end up in a grave.”
One second, he’s slamming into me with his hands on my hips; the next, he’s rutting me like he’s lost all his inhibitions, and all he knows is the heat searing through us. Pleasure thunders through every corner of my body, turning my nerve endings into live wire as my muscles spasm around his cock, milking him for whatever he haswhen he comes at the same time. It spills into me and drips down my thighs even as his dick is still twitching inside me.
His fingers wrap around the front of me, grasping me in a tight hug. Kohen’s soft lips graze the shell of my ear as he whispers, “Hate me all you want, Blaze. But I could never hate you.”
“And where were you?”
I roll my eyes. “Getting rawdogged in the English Department.”
McGill’s eyes twitch as he narrows them at me. He’s gripping his fountain pen a little too tight for comfort, and I wouldn’t put it past him—or Boris and the other guard standing two feet away from me—to stake me with the pen, then label it self-defense.
Dr. Jackass watches me closely from his spot on the couch beneath the window that overlooks the long, dooming driveway into this hellscape. I’ve sat on this green velvet chaise more times than I would like, but this is the first time I’m not lounging on it as I talk about my feelings to the resident shrink.
Dr. Van der Merwe’s and the headmaster’s offices are the only two decent-looking rooms in the school—both gloomy and stinking of entitled rich men’s testosterone. It looks like it too. Mahoganywalls and floors, an oversized antique red rug, rows upon rows of science books and weird little skulls, and—wait, is that a real brain?
Christ. I’m not sure how I missed that the ten-plus times I’ve been in here.
Contrary to the guards’ usual tactic of taking me to the headmaster’s office, they dragged me to this room to recount the events of last night because I was one of the last people to reach the evacuation point—being carried bridal style by Kohen, no less.
Word on the street is the preliminary investigation shows that the Science building blew up because of a gas leak. But they can’t be certain yet without doing a full investigation. Bitch Face One and Bitch Face Two here haven’t said as much, but I suspect they think it’s foul play by yours truly.
It’s flattering they’d think I could pull something like that off. I could only dream of causing an explosion of that magnitude.
I cross my legs and immediately uncross them again because of the ache at the apex of my thighs.Kohen is a fucking monster. Sighing, I slump down in my seat. “I told you already.” Three times, to be exact. “I was walking around looking for Elijah when I heard a loud bang. I fell over from shock and screwed my foot”—cervix—“up even more, so I was struggling to walk. That’s when I ran into Kohen, and he carried me the rest of the way.”
