Chapter 9 #3
Sleep deprivation was a hell of a drug.
At the front of the room, Professor Nelson stopped mid-sentence.
Enzo ripped page after page from my notebook, letting them fall to the floor.
“That’s my seat,” he said between a tear. “Move.”
I crossed my arms, forcing my spine as straight as it’d go. “This class doesn’t have assigned seating.”
“You’re right,” he said calmly. Too calmly. “Guess I’ll find another one.”
Something about the way he’d said that made my stomach churn.
He clutched my notebook to his chest like a lovesick teen protecting her diary at all costs and walked down the aisle. Two steps later, he reached my row.
My lungs stalled, and I expected him to sit in the empty seat beside me.
Instead, he stopped directly behind my chair.
My notebook suddenly sailed over my head, landing with a slap on my desk.
“What—”
My words cut off when he hooked his fingers into the back of my collar and yanked me upright. The fabric cinched tight around my throat, choking me. My feet barely scraped the floor as he dragged me back.
Heat flooded my face as my lungs fought for air.
I coughed the moment he released me, doubling over to suck in deep breaths. Before I could straighten, he wrapped an arm around my waist and sank into the chair, dragging me down with him.
Right on his freaking lap.
I squirmed, trying to slide off his legs, but his grip held me there like an anchor.
The classroom fell silent as everyone watched.
The guys who idolized Enzo smiled in awe, as though they were witnessing a legend unfold.
Some looked horrified.
Others turned away in guilt.
Enzo never looked at them. No one existed to him unless he chose to see them. And right now, he saw only me.
He kept one hand braced against my stomach, pinning me in place. With the other, he opened my notebook. I flinched when he slid a pen from behind his ear.
I leaned forward to read as he wrote.
I will submit to my sins with Enzo.
I will submit and suck Enzo’s cock.
I will submit and bow down to Enzo.
The handwriting matched the note from this morning.
My pulse thundered as I clenched my fists. Rage simmered beneath my skin while I tried to decide what to do next.
Before I could move, the guy beside us dragged his desk closer, trapping me between two monsters.
“What the hell is your deal?” I asked. “Haven’t you tortured me enough?”
He chuckled and kept writing. “I haven’t even started.”
I will submit to my sins and obey Enzo.
“I want my phone and laptop back,” I bit out.
“You’ll get them back,” he said easily. “When I’m done going through them.”
I hated the way my body betrayed me when he shifted. His hold loosened slightly, and before I could stop it, my muscles eased against him.
I blamed it on the soreness from last night. My poor body needed any relief it could get.
He paused mid-sentence, hovering the pen over the paper. “What are your passwords?”
“Fuck off,” I snapped.
My body might’ve started relaxing, but my hate toward him was strong.
He tsked me. “The easier you make this, the sooner you’ll get your belongings back.
” He raised the pen to tap it lightly against my head.
“Unless I find something in there I don’t like.
” The way he rested his chin on my shoulder and roughly whispered in my ear sent shivers through me.
“Let’s hope you’ve been a very boring girl and never spoken to any other guy on those devices. ”
“I’ll report them stolen.” I dug my nails into his pants, gripping hard enough to wrinkle the material.
“Do it,” he challenged, sliding his hand up my thigh.
Before I could push it away, he slipped his fingers beneath the hem of my skirt.
“And I’ll show you how much worse this can get,” he added.
My spine went rigid, and I shifted instinctively, trying to move away from him.
That was when I felt it.
His cock jerked beneath me.
I didn’t know if the hiss that left my lips was from fear or desire.
Fear. Definitely fear, right?
His lips brushed my ear, and I twisted in his lap, trying to create any distance I could.
“You want to fight me, Blair?” he asked quietly.
“I’ll fight you every minute of my life,” I whispered, surprised at how steady the words came out, given the war waging inside my chest.
He chuckled darkly. “Then maybe I should tell the class where my hand is right now. Tell them how soft your pussy is.” He dragged his fingers upward, snapping the waistband of my tights against my skin. “Maybe I’ll even force you to the front of the room to show them.” He snapped the elastic again.
I froze as terror struck me. His every word burned into my skin like one of those stupid matches.
Enzo had already humiliated me enough, and after all I’d already witnessed, I wouldn’t put it past him to make good on his threat.
He rolled his finger under my waistband as his breath brushed over my skin.
I stopped fighting and gave in.
For now. FOR FUCKING NOW.
He snapped my tights in approval.
For the rest of class, I remained trapped on his lap while he subtly tortured me.
A slow tug at my tights.
His thumb sliding over my core.
A quick flick of his finger against my clit that made my vision blur.
All of it through the fabric, yet the heat of his touch still lit up my skin.
Professor Nelson continued his lecture like nothing was happening, but others stole glances at us.
“What sins do you need to atone for, Blair?” he whispered in my ear. “I’ll tell you if those sins are worse than mine.” He brushed his lips along my neck before reaching up and untying the ribbon from my hair. “Let’s trade. Sin for sin.”
I squeezed my eyes shut to trap the memories that always came up like monsters in the night.
He slid the ribbon free from my hair, lifted it, and then looped it around my neck.
“Maybe, little Fawn, we can commit them together.” He tied the ribbon around my neck. “Trust me, in the end, you’ll enjoy the pleasure.”
“I don’t want any pleasure from you,” I said with a tremble.
The ribbon shifted against my pulse when I swallowed.
“Does that mean you prefer pain?” he asked as class ended. “Even better.”
I clawed at the ribbon around my throat. It wasn’t tight enough to cut off air, but it still restricted my breathing.
People stared as they shoved their laptops and books into their bags and left the classroom. Professor Nelson simply gathered his belongings and walked out without a word.
When the room had fully cleared, the guy beside us stood and shoved his desk back. As he passed us, he flicked something toward me.
I winced as the heat from the lit matchstick singed my skin.
Enzo finally released his hold on me.
My body swayed with the sudden freedom as he untied the ribbon from around my neck and shoved it inside his pocket.
He grabbed my notebook from the desk and stood. His tongue traced along his lower lip before a sly smile crept across his face. “Until next time, Blair.”