Such a beautiful sight.
I loved how I made her nervous, but she still fought me.
That was what I wanted from a Fawn. I knew deep down that Blair was strong. I needed that.
My gaze left her neck, drifting down, and my pulse jolted. Along with the tank top, she wore black plaid pajama shorts. Her nipples hardened through the thin tank fabric, the tiny pebbles peeking through.
I studied her breasts like they were the only class I was interested in passing here. They moved with her breathing, faster with each shift in tempo.
Deep. Short. Long.
The pattern constantly breaking.
I slid my hand up her calves, my movement controlled and firm, anticipating another kick. She sucked in a quick breath, and goose bumps covered her skin. Suddenly, I had a craving to lick each one with my tongue.
What the fuck is going on with me?
These callous hands, which had committed more sins than any preacher could name, wanted to touch her everywhere.
Blair was delicate but powerful. And while I wanted to fuck her, I couldn’t yet.
I hadn’t come here for that tonight. I had come here to make a deal.
“I’ll throw you out that window.” I stopped at her thigh to squeeze it tight.
She recoiled, her head almost hitting the window at my sudden mood shift.
“And I won’t lose a second of sleep over it,” I continued. “Get up. We’re leaving.”
She crossed her arms, hiding those nipples I’d already grown obsessed with. “Last time I went ona walkwith you, you took me to a place that smelled like death and made me watch you torture someone.” She waggled her finger at me. “Oh! Then you ditched me alone in the woods.”
“I was helping you learn your way around campus.” I loosened my grip on her thigh before patting it. “Don’t worry. I won’t do that tonight.”
She narrowed her eyes, untrusting. “Just tonight or ever again?”
I didn’t answer and pulled myself to my feet.
“Come on, Blair.” I held my hand out to her.
“No,” she bit out stubbornly.
I grabbed her wrist, dragged her across the bed, and forced her to her feet. “It’s in your best interest. We need to talk.”
“We can talk here.” She pointed down at her bed.
“We can do this the easy or the hard way. I enjoy the hard way, trust me, but I recommend you choose easy.”
She peered over at Daphne, who had ripped off her headphones and was watching us like she wasn’t sure whether to intervene.
Blair looked straight at her, her voice turning serious. “If I’m not back in an hour, call the police and tell them Enzo Clarissa-and-Jett’d me,” Blair told Daphne.
“Will do.” She brought two fingers to her eyes, holding them there, before pointing them at me.
Since I wanted Blair to behave, I decided to refrain from telling Daphne that the police would do nothing if she called them.
Blair dragged a coat over her pajamas and shoved her feet into a pair of sneakers without bothering with socks.
For Daphne’s little stunt, I paused before passing her. “Brooks says to tell you to fuck yourself.”
