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“Beautiful,” he whispered, wiping the wet tip of his cock against her surprised lips. “My father will be pleased with you.”

Chapter 19

Back To School

Kira

After untying Kira from the bed, Nathaniel instructed her to get ready for school.

In response, she gave him the middle finger as she slammed the bathroom door shut behind her. Letting him groom her was harder than she thought it would be, even if she was the one being difficult. She knew Nathaniel had only punished her because she’d pushed him to, but she was beginning to miss the other side of him—the one who’d held her on the grassy outlook beneath the stars and kissed her tenderly.

With a long sigh, she opened the woven bag of clothes that Susie had packed her.

She felt a pang of guilt—she’d almost forgotten about her friend. Was Susie all right?

Kira had last seen her yesterday, recovering in the sick bay after an unknown vampire had attacked her in the library, draining her of nearly all her blood. If it wasn’t for Nathaniel taking swift action to save her, Susie wouldn’t be alive.

I have to go visit her… after washing my face.

Nathaniel’s cum was sticky on her skin, and he’d even managed to get it on her hair. There was no time to wash it again. Clicking her tongue in frustration, she did her best to comb it out under the running tap. The warm water made it worse—his semen congealed and she spent several minutes trying to detangle her hair.

Fuck you, Nathaniel!

When her hair was finally free of knots and tangles, she began to plait it, mimicking the twin-plait hairstyle Nathaniel had given her in his fantasy when he’d sort-of-but-not-really taken her virginity. It had felt so real that she’d discreetly checked to make sure she wasn’t bleeding afterwards.

Plaiting her hair in the same style was a small act of revenge, a way to tease Nathaniel by reminding him of what he couldn’t have: to be her first.

Was it cruel? Maybe. But he did fuck her ass twice, so…fuck it.

She nodded in satisfaction at her reflection. The twin plaits were flattering, emphasising her cheek bones and drawing attention to her large almond-shaped eyes. She was wearing her academy uniform, including the red thigh-high socks that drove Nathaniel wild, the short, pleated skirt in a red tartan pattern, and the white blouse with the red ribbon tied at the collar. The smart navy blazer with red piping and fitted shoulders leant her some authority, at least, but she suspected that Nathaniel would take one look at her and want to bend her over and fuck her.

Too bad.

“Hope you get blue balls, Nathaniel,” she muttered to herself as she left the ensuite.

Nathaniel was standing by his wardrobe, preoccupied with straightening his tie. He was dressed like a teacher again: polished shoes, black slacks that clung to his powerful, lean legs, a lilac shirt with rolled up sleeves, and an elegant grey waistcoat that emphasised his broad shoulders and chest.

He turned to look at her and froze.

Kira gave him a mocking smile as his stunned gaze raked her up and down, taking in her sock-clad legs, her skirt, her chest, her face. His gaze settled on her plaited hair, and she was rewarded by the subtle arch of his eyebrows.

“Fuck, pet. What are you doing to me?”

Lifting her chin, she sauntered over to him, leaning into the sway of her hips as she offered him a smile. “Do you think your father will like it?” she asked shyly, stopping in front of him.

A pained expression crossed Nathaniel’s face, and she relished his discomfort even as she felt a surge of triumph.

Two can play at this game.

Tension gripped the air as she waited for him to respond.

Nathaniel licked his lips, clearly debating how to answer. He loosened the perfect knot of his paisley tie as if he were feeling hot. His arctic blue eyes searched hers, a hint of what looked like hope blooming at their depths.

Was he remembering their classroom fantasy? She hoped so.

Her breathing stilled as he reached out and lifted one of her plaits, rubbing the glossy strands between his fingers. “I like this,” he murmured. “And I know you did it for me.”

“Did not.”