“I’m wearing you; it’s only fair that you wear me too,” she explains, grinning at her handiwork.
I glance down at the bite mark permanently etched into my skin. “Cover me in it then, Thief. Make me yours.”
This time, there’s no waiting. Blaze launches straight for my neck like she’s a fucking vampire. The kiss is aggressive like she’s trying to conquer instead of just claim. The lunatic doesn’t stop at my neck. She leaves a trail of lipstick marks down to the collar of my shirt. When that doesn’t sate her, she whips my blazer aside and stamps another mark in the center of my pec—I’m not sure if she realizes that the heart is in the center of the chest, but I’ll take it.
I pry her head back to slam my lips to hers and assault my senses with cherry and smoke. ByGod, she’s fucking perfect.
The klepto grabs a fistful of my shirt and burns her stare into me as she says, “If anyone touches you, I’ll rip their ear off with my teeth.”
Satisfaction ripples down my spine as my brows lift. I always knew she’d be the jealous type. “Why the ear?”
Blaze gently tugs me down to her lips. “They don’t get to touch and hear you speak too. I don’t like knowing you talk shit to someone other than me.”
Oxygen punches out of my lungs as she shoves me back. Copper hair whips in my face as she saunter-limps to the front door, where a teacher checks off attendance. Her long legs peek through the slit of the dress with every step she takes, and it’s hard to think of anything but what she’d look like wearing nothing but those tights.
“Hurry up, date,” Blaze throws over her shoulder, the silk skirt molding around her ass as she moves. “Before my acceptance expires.”
I’m going to have gray hairs by the time I’m twenty.
We get into the hall without a hitch. Blaze acts like there aren’t Halloween decorations everywhere and beelines straight for Charlie. The place is cast in blue and red hues. Purple light seeps through clouds of smoke, blanketing the dance floor and surrounding tables. Fake cobwebs hang from chandeliers and between the branches of artificial trees. Headstones sit on the center of round tables decked out in crystal glasses and wilted flowers, and skeletons hang on the walls.
How this theme got approved by the school board is beyond me.
I spend the majority of the time watching my date beeline everywhere while downing five glasses of spiked punch—courtesy of Liam. I’ve never seen her so elated without the involvement of drugs, dancing and hobbling around with Charlie, arguing with Charlie, then throwing utensils at Aaron… with Charlie.
At one point, Blaze gets up in the quarterback’s face when he accidentally bumps into her. He opened his mouth and promptly closed it when he saw me behind her. The entire night is filled with her starting fights and stuffing my pockets with all the items she’s stolen while simultaneously complaining that I should have gotten her a dress with pockets.
McGill silently scrutinizes us in between schmoozing with the other staff. But even drunk, Blaze’s sticky fingers prove exceptional. After over an hour of watching her narrowly avoid getting murdered by the other students on numerous occasions, I call it quits. Blaze has had enough time to herself. It’s my turn now.
She squeals when I loop my arm around her waist and carry her at my side to the center of the dancefloor. “Use your words, fucking Neanderthal.”
“Stay still. You’re going to hurt yourself.”
The eyeful of tits I, and the entire student body, get when I look down makes me question whether I want to let her stand on her own.
Then I hear Aaron laugh close by, and I couldn’t put her down faster if I tried.
I hold her close to me to take the weight off her feet. The way she immediately wraps her arms around my neck makes me forget about everyone else in the room. She pulls me from side to side as we dance to the music. There’s nothing graceful or sensual about the way she moves. Everything about it is carnal and unfiltered, completely thoughtless, as her body becomes a vessel for the music. I could watch her dance all night.
The charcoal around her eyes makes the glacial blue of her iris sharper against her sweat-stained skin. Strands of orange hair stick to her face, and her ruby-tinted lips have lost their rich color. She’s still just as beautiful as she always is.
Blaze takes my hand to twirl herself, and I catch her before she stumbles into the jock she’s been beefing with all night. “Before Seraphic Hills was turned into a school, the nuns treated this place like an asylum for people who they believed were possessed by the devil.”
She narrows her eyes at me in a way that says she won’t hesitate to slap the shit out of me should the occasion require it. “Are you saying this because I have red hair?”
I cut her with a scathing glare. “I’m saying it because you’re the craziest person here.”
Self-satisfaction colors her cheeks as she pats my chest. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Mr. Osman.”
“Is that why you’re blushing?”
“It’s called makeup. Don’t get too cocky.” She pushes my shoulder playfully.
My dick—that’s been at half-mast all night—perks up at the mention of the wordcock. “Say that last word again, and we’re going to have a problem.”
“What? Cock—”
I press my thumb against her lips, and her eyes flare as she takes it between her teeth.Jesus fuck. “There are five exits. The one on the left beside the stage leads to a trap door. Who do you think will be louder, you or the music?”
