Chapter 43
FORTY-THREE
It’s raining tonight.
The clouds have opened, and the thunderstorm, as well as the heavy rain has forced everyone to retreat to their dorms. Kenzo, Aiden, and Elias are waiting for me in one of the classrooms that are at the far end of the academy.
They’re barely being used, and when they are, it’s only for freshmen.
No one likes to use them because they’re small, far from the rest of the classrooms, and that part of the academy is yet to be renovated properly.
I push the door open, stepping inside, and my breath hitches in my throat.
Another round of loud, harsh thunder echoes in the room, the sky flickering bright white, illuminating the figure in front of me. When it stops, darkness falls over us, and the only light is provided by the moon. I take a small step inside, staring at the long, blonde hair.
“Close the door, and lock them,” Sophia orders, without turning to look at me.
My brows narrow in suspicion, but I do as I’m told.
The door creaks, and the moment it’s locked, she turns to look at me.
Her arms are folded in front of her chest, and she’s not saying anything.
There’s nothing on her face that could even indicate to me where tonight will lead me, and it’s irritating, to say the least.
“Sophia,” I take a small, slow step toward her. “What are you doing here?”
Her eyes skim me, head to toe, a handful of times.
She’s not uttering a single word, and it’s starting to piss me the fuck off.
Then, before I can blink, Sophia storms toward me, her heels clicking on the floor.
There’s an insane amount of fury in her eyes, and when she has to tilt her head upward to meet my eye, I can’t help but think how adorable she is. Like a little kitten, ready to claw me.
“You’re a fucking bastard, do you know that?”
My jaw clenches. “What did I tell you about that word?”
“You’re an absolute fucking moron,” she continues ranting, her voice rising with each word she says. “I can’t believe someone as smart as you can be so fucking stupid at the same time.”
I blink, taken aback. “Excuse me?”
Sophia’s hands clench into a fist before she takes a deep breath to calm herself down and unclenches them. Just when I think I’m in the clear, she backhands me so hard that I can taste blood on my tongue, my lip splitting.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I turn to look at her with anger, and her eyes are swollen with tears.
“That’s for saying all those hurtful things on the highway,” she utters, and a tear slides down her cheek. “And this,” she backhands me again, and I can’t believe I didn’t see this one coming, “is for lying to me.”
“What—”
“Don’t even try to avoid it,” Sophia hisses at me. “Grace and Lila told me everything.”
Something in me snaps. I’m fucking angry they involved her in something that she shouldn’t know about, and I’m even angrier that it didn’t come out of my mouth.
“You know.”
“Yes, I know,” she confirms. “Why? Why didn’t you tell me? Why push me away instead? Why was your only solution to fucking hurt me instead of telling me?”
A bitter chuckle slips my lips. “Because she was monitoring every single move of mine. If I had told you, she would’ve sent the images straight to the press, and I know how much you value your good girl image.
I know just how much it fucking means to you to be seen as the saint,” I grit out, stepping closer.
“So, I’d rather have you hate me than ever see you broken over something like this. ”
“It wasn’t your choice to make!” She screams, and her body starts trembling. Tears are running down her face freely, and I’m itching to wipe them away. “It was my choice! I’m not some vulnerable child, Soren! I’m a grown ass adult, I could’ve handled it!”
“Yeah?” I spit out. “Then how come you’re never dealing with shit by yourself? You always have to include your friends.”
“Don’t try to twist it. I have people I trust and can share shit with! And what’s all of this about protecting me? She leaked one nude anyway!”
“You’re too co-dependent on them!” I growl. “I know she fucking did. Don’t you think I realize how terribly I failed you?”
“That’s beside the fucking point!” She screams, running her hands through her hair. “You lied to me.”
“I lied to you to protect you.”
“And you fucking hurt me in the process!” The raw ache in her voice makes me halt a little. “I’ve been crying myself to sleep night after night! And seeing you with Cassia? It felt like someone was fucking killing me over and over again!”
“Why?” I take a step forward, and Sophia steps back. “Why did it feel like that?”
“What?” She breathes out, taking another step back, until the back of her knees hits a chair, and she slumps into it, sitting down. I take another step forward, caging her between my body, my hands gripping the armrest of the teacher’s chair.
“Why did it feel like someone was killing you, Princess?” I ask, my voice a soft murmur against her skin. I know I’m pushing here, and that Sophia’s going to snap very quickly, but I need to force the answers out of her. “Why would you care?”
Something in her snaps. I can’t decipher the emotions that are swirling through those gorgeous eyes, and as another round of thunder falls over the academy, and the sky lights up, I can finally see it perfectly clear.
“Because I love you, you fucking moron!” She screams, more tears rolling down her cheeks.
“Because being with you was one of the most precious moments of my life. Because seeing you with another woman made me want to kill her, and I wanted to kill you, too, for daring to touch someone who wasn’t me! ”
My heart skipped a beat, and all rationality leaves my mind. I grab the nape of her head, pulling her closer and bending down more, my lips crashing down on hers. She immediately returns the kiss, kissing me with a hunger I’ve never felt before.
My hands find their way to her hips, and I pick her up, shifting us. I’m the one sitting in the chair, and she’s straddling my hips, hooking her legs through the holes under the armrests, her hands on my cheeks.
My tongue plunges into her mouth, my hands touching every inch of her skin. Fucking hell, I’ve missed this — and I needed this more than I need the air I breathe.
She’s my oxygen, the reason I’m alive. She’s the only thing keeping me sane, keeping me from snapping and pulling me far away from the edge of insanity.
“Soren,” she moans into the kiss, nibbling on the lip she managed to split a moment ago. Her hands interlock with my hair, softly tugging on it.
“Yes, Princess?” My hands go up her skirt, touching, squeezing, and gripping her thighs. The soft, warm flesh feels perfect under my fingertips, my cock hardening in my pants as soon as she starts grinding against me.
“I hate you,” she mutters, “I hate you so fucking much.”
“You’re such a pretty liar, Princess,” I groan, kissing her harder than before.
Her fingers fumble with my belt, trembling as she unclasps it, then moves to the zipper and the button. She’s impatient, her entire body shaking with desire.
“Someone’s impatient,” I smirk into the kiss, and she pulls back.
“Shut the fuck up,” she grits out. “Did you fuck Cassia?”
“No.”
Her eyes narrow. “Are you sure?”
I clench my jaw. “Princess, you’re the last woman I slept with. Because as soon as I got a taste of you, every other became irrelevant. You’re all I need. I wouldn’t dare to try and touch anyone else.”
“Good,” she says, and I know she believes me. She pulls my cock out, wrapping her hand around it, and my head falls back. She squeezes it a little, precum dripping all over her palm when she starts stroking me, with slow, rough movements that make my mind go into a frenzy.
My hands reach her hips, lifting her slightly. She moves her underwear to the side, then positions herself on the tip of my cock. My eyes snap open, and I almost come as soon as she lowers herself onto me, the expression of pure bliss on her face.
Her tight walls tense around me, and Sophia moans, biting her bottom lip. I grip her hips tighter, slamming her down onto me in one, rough thrust. She screams out my name in that soft, needy voice of hers, and it’s hard to hold back.
“Ride me, Princess,” I instruct, my voice hoarse. “Let me see you ride my cock.”
Sophia puts her hands on my shoulders, then slowly starts to move on top of me. She holds intense eye contact, not looking away from me for a single second. I start guiding her, adding more ferocity to the movements.
My cock twitches inside of her, and her eyes roll to the back of her head, her long nails digging into my skin over the thin material of my shirt.
“Fuck, Soren,” she moans, my heart hammering in my chest at the delicious sound.
“That’s it,” I urge, and she follows the movements of my hands. She changes the pace, bouncing on my cock roughly, quickly, and long enough to drive me fucking insane. “Such a good little whore for me.”
“Soren,” she gasps out.
“Yes, Princess?” I reach up, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear. It’s her first time riding me — or anyone, for that matter and since she’s not the most athletic person I know of, I’m not surprised that she lacks stamina.
“I can’t do it for much longer.”
“Aw,” I mock softly, then slap her cheek.
She moans as my hand connects with her cheek, her eyes gaining a dark, twisted gleam to them that makes me want to torture her even more.
“Did I fucking ask? You’ll bounce on my cock like the good little slut you are until I say it’s enough. Do you understand me?”
“But—”
I slap her again, and it shuts her up. She moans, and it’s as if those little slaps are all the encouragement she needs. She narrows her eyes, and I cannot express the next ten minutes.
She’s wilding on me, slamming down and taking my cock as deep as possible, eyes rolling to the back of her head from ecstasy. Her cheeks are in a deep shade of pink, her lips swollen, and I fucking wish I had my phone on me to take a picture of how perfect she looks right now.
“I’m close,” she whimpers, my heart stuttering in my chest.
I grab a fistful of her hair, yanking it back, and exposing her throat to my hungry eyes. Immediately, my lips are on the sensitive flesh, kissing, sucking, and biting, until I’m certain there will be a mark left.
“Beg,” I order, and she shivers. “Beg to come on my cock, Princess.”
“Please,” she gasps, and I tighten my grip on her hair.
“Please, what?”
“Please, Soren, let me come.”
I tsk, biting harshly on the side of her neck, and she releases something between a moan and a whine. “Not good enough.”
My other hand travels up her skirt, spanking her ass twice, and I can’t resist the urge to grope the supple flesh, moaning against her neck at the feeling of her ass under my palm.
“Please,” she cries out, and when I pull away to look at her, she has tears in her eyes. “Please, let me come.”
“Fuck, you crying while begging to come on my cock is the prettiest I’ve ever seen you,” I groan, then grab her hips.
Her eyes widen momentarily as I start to slam her down on my cock, her moans and all the pretty, little sounds that leave her mouth coming out in louder volumes, her entire body trembling.
“Please!” She screams out, and I can’t hold on anymore.
“Come on my cock, Princess. Let me feel you soak me.”
She moans my name and comes undone at the command, her lips trembling when my name slips past those plump lips in a sweet tune that makes my mind go blank.
I slam her down, one last time, and empty myself deep inside of her, groaning at the feeling.
Slowly, I release her hips, pulling her close to my chest. Sophia slumps against me, her hands wrapping around my waist. Her breathing mirrors my own — labored, tense, and barely coming back to normal.
“Soren,” she breathes out.
“Not now,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. “Let me hold you. We’ll talk later.”