Page 31 of King

He studies my face. “I’ll ruin you, Medusa.”

“It’s Jo.”

“Joelle.” The way my name rolls off his tongue sends a shiver down my spine, a tingle in my core and I hate it.

Maybe it’s all the whiskey but the room feels like it's moving and I start to feel a little dizzy. “Damien,” my voice is a near whisper and I hate that too, my eyes dropping to his lips.

Remembering to take a breath, I part my mouth to inhale. Before I can, his lips meet mine, a rush flowing through me.

Damien’s lips are as soft as they look, if not softer. Like sweet marshmallows and while I should stop him, I don't. Damien’s grip tightens as we fall into each other. He parts my lips with his tongue and I’m starting to feel like I’m floating. He tastes like peppermint, his kiss as intoxicating as the whiskey on his tongue.

Manson’s rendition of “Sweet Dreams” plays in the background, an eruption of pleasure slinking through my body when his teeth sink into my lip. The coldness of his hand on my skin makes my body tense, but I still let him climb to my bra. My nipple lands between his fingers, already puckered by his touch.

There’s a heaviness in my stomach. Heat in my cheeks. It tells me I’m either embarrassed or turned on. With the feeling I have between my legs, tingly and wet, my stomach twists, realizing it's the latter.

“Wait.” The fog clears enough to get the words out but it's a murmur and my body is abuzz. Damien’s lips move to the thin skin of my neck only to make my knees feel weaker. It's like fireworks when his teeth sink into me again.

He presses against me, the door making a loud thud. There's something hard between us and I know this is turning him on. He wants me as bad as I want him.

But after the way he treated me how can I trust what's going on right now? He's Damien King. There are always strings attached. I don’t know how much he’s had to drink but it’s clear it’s a lot and I’m not much better.

When he reaches between my legs I find the will to push him back. “Damien, stop.”

He does. Stepping back to look at me, a stunned look on his face, “If you don’t want me to I won’t. But we both know that’s not true.”

Biting my lip, I clench my fists, my wrists burning where he held them. I already miss the warmth of his body on mine but I can’t.

I won’t.

“I should go.” I’m flustered. Confused. But one thing’s for sure, I’m not about to sleep with Damien King.

Pulling down my shirt, I turn around, his growl coming from behind, “Don’t you dare walk out on me Medusa. I know you’re a slut, might as well sleep with the King.”

His demeanour shifts again, so do the colour in his eyes when I turn to look at him. It’s like they’ve darkened, a cloud forming over the room. It only solidifies my decision.

“Fuck you, Damien.” I’m pissed for ever letting him put his lips on me and I reach for the door behind me, wanting out. “Let’s make one thing clear." I stare him in his eyes. "I serve no King.”

“You walk out that door and you’re royally fucked Medusa.” He’s speaking quicker, slurring with desperation in his voice.

I can’t tell if he wants me to stay because it’s me, or if he’s too fucked up and horny to take “no” like a responsible human. I turn around and try not to smirk at the hardon pressing against his jeans. To be honest, it’s bigger than I thought and while I’m curious, there’s no way I’m giving into that now. No matter how incredible that kiss was.

He approaches me again, backing me against the door once more. I turn my head to the side, avoiding his gaze. “Don’t try to fight the fact that you want me.” He takes my chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing it right back. It’s like he knows the battle going on in my head. “I won’t tell but I can’t promise they won’t hear you.”

His lips are back on mine in the next second and it’s like that first sip of water. Warmth washes over me again but I don’t give in. I push against his hard chest but he’s not so quick to move this time. He presses harder into me and I fight how good that feels.

“Get the fuck off me, Damien.” My words fall onto his lips and I realize I’ve been saying that a lot today.

“Give it up. Lea’s already the queen of this school, Medusa. Might as well lay down and get a royal pounding.”

I bite down into his lower lip, hard enough for him to feel it. That gets him to pull back, a smirk on his face as he touches where I bit.

Pushing him back, he staggers. I smirk, “Why would I need to go for queen when I can go for King?”

Opening the door, I take my chance to get away, but my heart stops in my chest. Lea, Georgina, Isaac and some other students all stand in front of his door.

Were they all listening?

Georgina looks disgusted as usual but Lea looks gobsmacked. I try my best to not let them see my gasp before pushing through them, fixing my fallen strap on the way.

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