Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
RILEY
W hat the hell just happened? I trace my swollen lips as I stare in the direction Zander walked in moments ago.
Everything with him is so hot and cold. One minute he’s basically fucking me against the wall, then the next he’s running with his tail tucked between his legs.
I can’t keep up. He’s almost as bad as Julien…
almost. Does he want me, or not? Do I want him?
I space out, my mind working to make sense of everything that’s been happening.
I’m so confused about this whole thing.
“What the fuck did you do this time?” Julian roars as he descends upon me. A few students slow and turn their heads to look in our direction, but hurry along when Julien glares at them.
I mentally take a moment to prepare for this conversation. Clearly he woke up on the wrong side of the bed today and needs to get his head out of his ass. He doesn’t take well to being ignored. Which makes pushing him just a little further, even more satisfying.
“Wow, you really are turning into a whore.”
I snap my attention to his; my eyes flare with anger.
Excuse me? He did not just call me that.
My entire body feels hot, and I narrow my eyes at him.
I despise him with every fiber of my being.
I hate the fact that he’s so damn good looking, because his personality ruins that.
There are moments I almost feel bad for him, but then he does stupid crap like this and the animosity returns with a vengeance.
“I’m not a whore, Julien. And fuck you for saying that.
” I spit out, anger lacing my words. I pick up my bag, pushing past him to get to the class we share.
His dark chuckle behind me makes me walk that much faster trying to get away from him.
It’s not my fault Zander kissed me. It’s not my fault Wes pulled me under his wing to protect me.
I didn’t choose that. In fact, I wanted to stay as far from the Kings as I could.
They’re the ones who wouldn’t let me. Each one dragged me to the center of their inner circle?.
“You know, we’ve all had our fill of women to fuck around here. No one can say they’ve had all three Kings though. We should give you a fucking medal for it.”
Oh. My. God. I’m going to murder this man before the day is through.
I turn on him and shove my finger into his chest. He looks down at it, and with his head lowered, looks up at me through his thick lashes.
It’s dark—menacing. He’s a wolf and I’m the lamb he’s going to slaughter.
I won’t go down like this. I will not cower in a dark, musty corner and tremble in fear.
Julien swats my hand away but doesn’t move.
He just grinds his teeth, his jaw muscles twitching like crazy. I hope he chips a fucking tooth.
“I haven’t been with all three of you. I’ve been with Wes.
You’re the one that made me suck your cock, buddy.
And Zander’s the one who kissed me.” Someone whistles from behind me and I get a few cat calls that are less than pleasant.
I shouldn’t have said that out loud. I close my eyes and rub my forehead, a stress headache taking hold.
“You make it sound as though you didn’t enjoy sucking me off.
If I remember correctly, you were all but set to rub that little pink clit of yours and find your own release.
You were soaked for me in the woods. So don’t kid yourself.
” He leans into me and takes a deep inhale.
“Now move. We’ve got class and I don’t want to be late.
” He walks backwards, keeping me in his line of sight until finally he turns and walks away.
Asshole. I hate the fact that I have to follow him like a lost puppy.
As usual, I stand as far away from Julien as possible as we wait for class to begin.
And once again, the other students keep their distance.
It doesn’t bother me that the others stay away.
In fact, I’m thankful for it. I don’t want to be associated with the kinds of people who go here.
Except…I guess I’m one of them now. I may not be a mafia princess, but my father still sent me here to mingle amongst them.
In a class of twenty, ten students are upperclassmen, and out of the rest of us there are only three girls in this class.
A girl named Chloe, who I think feels like an outcast like myself.
And there's Chastity, who seems to be the opposite of her name. In every class, she keeps her eyes glued to Julien like he’s a prized heifer at an auction.
She’s constantly surrounded by the men in the class and I have to keep from gagging every time I hear her giggle.
“Julien, do you want to be my partner today?” She asks loud enough for me to hear.
Please say yes. Please say yes. It would get him away from me for a while, a welcomed reprieve.
I’ll give him some credit. He doesn’t turn her down right away.
He drifts his gaze over her body, her long legs on full display in a skirt that is a few inches shorter than my own.
She must have made a few alterations in her free time.
She pops her hip and twirls her strawberry blonde hair around her finger, as she waits for him to respond.
“No.”
The sweet smile she has plastered to her face drops quickly as she turns back to the circle of guys and one of them, Bruno, offers to be her partner today.
A wave of satisfaction washes over me, and I can’t help but give myself an internal fist pump.
I may not want him to be my partner, but it’s oddly comforting that he doesn’t want to be hers.
I take a chance and stand next to Chloe. “Hey,” I say.
“Hi.” She keeps her eyes on Chastity and her group of goons.
“I’m Riley. You’re Chloe, right?” I ask, pretending I don’t know.
“Yeah.”
Not much of a conversationalist, I see. Okay. I guess befriending her won’t be as easy as I thought.
Mr. Scarboro walks in, the heavy door closing harshly behind him. He drags a metal chair with him, the noise sounding like nails on a chalkboard. Most of the class winces, but no one comments.
“You’re going to work on getting out of a chair today.” There are a few whispered words between the students and the upperclassmen laugh before Mr. Scarboro holds a handful of zip ties up and smiles.
That was the absolute worst class I’ve been in. I rub my sore and raw wrists after I unsuccessfully broke out of my zip tie. Mr. Scarboro walks up to me and I offer my arms for him to cut the tie.
“You did well, Ms. Whittier.”
I smile despite myself, and when he frees me, I inspect my reddened skin; wincing when I touch the tender spots. I walk over to my bag, ignoring the set of green eyes that never seem to leave me.
“Come with me.” Julien grabs my arm to drag me God knows where, and I yank it free.
Shaking my head, I say, “No.”
“You need something for your wrists,” he counters.
“I’ll survive, or I’ll hit up the nurse for medical attention. Don’t start acting like you care now. You’ll ruin your streak.”
A low, irritated growl leaves his lips as he slowly advances on me until I’m backed against the wall. I look around for help, but we’re the only ones left. Everyone else is already gone, including Mr. Scarboro.
“Stop being difficult, Princess.” He lifts my hand, and it’s so gentle and caring, my heart stops for a moment.
He inspects the red sensitive skin and when he rubs his thumb over it, I wince.
“Shit,” he mumbles as he turns my arms over to inspect every part.
“Put vaseline on it and keep it covered until it heals.”
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I question, my voice barely above a whisper.
He jerks his head up like I’ve slapped him, eyes raking over my face. I’m an open book. He doesn’t need to search hard. And if he asked a question, I’d answer.
“Laconia.” He still hasn’t dropped my hands and the pulsing current flowing through us has my feet glued to the floor.
I couldn’t move away from Julien, even if I wanted to.
And right now, I don’t want to. I can’t help but feel this connection to him.
Like I know him. I can’t shake the feeling.
Even when he’s being an asshole or trying to scare me away, there’s this nagging feeling.
I blink at him, my mind taking longer than it should to comprehend what he’s just told me.
And when I do, I suck in a sharp inhale of breath.
He’s finally answered my question from this past weekend.
I don’t know why, but that makes me happy.
Maybe it’s because he remembered I even asked the question.
“Hey, there you are,” Wesley announces as he walks into the room. Julien drops my hands and walks away, picking up his bag as he leaves. That moment of tenderness, it was so unlike the Julien I’ve seen. It made him seem…human.
He says something to Wesley in passing and Wes slaps him on the back in greeting as he leaves.
“Ouch.” Wesley says, examining the red marks. “Zip ties?”
I nod and give him a small smile, but watch as Julien leaves without a glance back at us.
He kisses the tender skin before collaring my throat, holding me against the wall. His lips come down and I greedily accept them, coaxing his mouth open. He nips my bottom lip and I startle.
“Don’t rush me, Hellcat. I’ve missed you.” He says before taking control of our kiss again. My hips move on their own as I search for any sort of friction to help ease my growing need.
“Wes,” I moan when he kisses the delicate skin over my racing pulse.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“You,” I moan, wrapping my leg around his hip. He wraps his hands under my knees and lifts me with ease, pressing my back against the cool wall as I wrap my legs around him, clinging to him.
“You can do better than that.” He presses his hips against mine and my entire body heats with want.
We’re in public and definitely should not be doing this.
That seems to be our MO though—PDA in public places.
It’s like that couple at the beginning of this year in the bushes.
It feels dirty, but I’m fully aware of how horny it makes me.
Fantasies of Zander watching us through the cameras flash through my mind, and I all but whimper. I wonder if there are some in here.
He kisses along my jaw and down my neck. When he bites the spot where my shoulder meets, I squeak. “I want your dick.”
He rolls his hips into mine once more and I drop my head back, relishing in the feel of his body. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside of me. I want to come on your cock, Wesley,” I moan.
“Fuck me, Riley. You’re beautiful when you talk dirty.”
He puts me down but reaches between my legs and pulls my panties down. I kick them off as quickly as I can, thankful for once that this stupid uniform is a skirt. He pulls a condom out of his pocket and smirks when I chortle.
With a sexy as sin grin, he slowly undoes his belt, button, and zipper as he teases me.
He rolls it on and lifts me, pressing me against the wall once again.
He sits at my entrance until I wriggle in frustration and then he plunges deep inside me.
No foreplay, but it’s not needed. I got wet the moment he kissed me.
I was already soaked, so this intensifies it.
The corded muscles in his arms and neck strain as he holds me and thrusts into me.
“You’d better come quick, baby. I want to feel you milk my cock, and if we get caught, I’m taking it out on your ass.”
He fucks me hard and fast, but it’s not the right angle. I know we have limited time because anyone could walk through that door at any minute. It excites me, but I can’t concentrate. “Wes, I need more.”
He pulls out and places me on my feet and spins me. But before I can protest, he is angling me how he wants me. I press the palms of my hands against the wall. His hand comes down between my shoulder blades and he grabs my hip, holding me in place, pressing into me once more.
Deep. He’s so deep that I moan and bite my arm to keep quiet.
“I’m going to ride your ass, Riley, and you’re going to come for me.
Do you understand?” I nod, lost, feeling every nerve ending fire.
He collars my throat, pulling me toward him, my back still perfectly arched to accommodate his size.
“Answer me.” He growls and tightens his fingers, cutting off my air.
I suck in a labored breath, but I need more.
My vision blackens and dots around the corners.
It should terrify me. He could do some serious damage, but I feel nothing but a euphoric high.
I’ve never had this feeling in my life. It’s as if I’m floating.
I barely recognize my voice as I whisper “yes” and he reaches around me and rubs my clit.
I clench down so hard on him and my knees all but give out as I come.
“There’s my good girl,” he coos as he finds his own release moments later.
I press my face against the cool wall as he pulls out of me and tosses the condom.
I don’t have it in me to move. He slides my hair off my shoulder and kisses it gently.
“You take my cock so well, beautiful.” He picks up my discarded panties and helps me back into them. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”
I’m the literal definition of stars in her eyes right now.
I have never had an experience as thrilling as that in my life.
And as I’m relishing in my high, the thought hits me.
I really know nothing of importance about him.
He’s from New Jersey and his brother died when he was seventeen.
I know from social media he’s a playboy, but the more time I spend with him, the more I know it’s all an act.
I take a steadying breath and ask, “Will you tell me more about you? The real you, not the social media playboy.”
He’s silent as we walk and I’m afraid he won’t answer me, but then he says, “You don’t want that man, Hellcat.”