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“Fuck off?” I finish, then lift my knife and bring it to Romain’s neck, looking their way. “Now.” They scurry off before I have to ask another time. Turning my gaze back to Romain, I can’t help but give him a snarky, victorious grin. We haven’t been this close for all these years. Certainly, a little pressure is applied, but that won’t ruin my party. We’re about to get a whole lot closer, anyway. “Couldn’t you?” I ask him.

Romain frowns in confusion.

“Get your dick up?”

He blushes. It’s too dark to really revel in the moment and watch that skin blossom on his face, but this will do for now. His eyes flicker with something vulnerable that’s gone after one blink, but I caught it regardless. He’s not as tough as he tries to pretend. I let my knife slowly slide over his long, slender neck, inhaling his panic. It smells fucking delicious.

“That’s none of your fucking business.” He sounds out of breath.

Clicking my tongue, I shake my head. “Now that’s just not true. You’re my pet.”

“I’m not your pet.”

“I bought you.” I make sure to pronounce every single syllable carefully, then watch how his mask drops ever so slightly, not caring that I’m bending the truth more than a little bit here. “From Dad.”

“You did not,” he snarls, but there’s doubt there. I can feel it, and he knows it too. His bravado wavers.

Making a show of staring at my nails, I crawl my other hand around his throat, pinching him against the tree trunk. He wiggles under my hold. “Careful now, petit amour, we’re both carrying a weapon. You don’t want to get hurt.” I snigger. “Or do you?”

“I hate you,” he spats, blinking when the knife skims over his fluttering jugular.

“That’s what you tell yourself.”

“I don’t tell myself anything, it’s the truth! I hoped I was rid of you.”

With my knee I kick his legs apart, feeling his crotch. Fuckkk… “Liar.” Romain lets out a sharp gasp when I thrust forward, and I hum in satisfaction when his dick hardens against my leg.

“I hate you.” He pants.

I smile, pressing my knee tighter, chasing the throbbing of his erection. I don’t have to wait long. “You’re repeating yourself, baby. Why not try some other language? Like—” Leaning in, I brush my lips against his earshell and breathe in deeply. Beneath me, Romain shivers. “I missed you so much, Edouard. Tu me chauffes, amour. Please, can I come? Please?” My tongue darts out and I lick from his exposed collarbone up to his ear, moaning as I thrust against him once more.

Romain mewls, the sound unhinged and way too short, before he corrects himself by clearing his throat. “T’es un connard!” He throws his fists into my chest and manages to land a few punches before he realizes that the tip of my knife is still firmly placed against the tender flesh of his neck. He hisses at the sting, and his cock jolts inside his pants.

I let out a laugh. “Oh, you like that?”

“T’es fou! You’re fucking crazy!” He swears, but he has stopped attacking me, his own knife that’s resting in his palm, temporarily forgotten.

He can swear all he wants, I know what he truly needs. And by the time this night ends, he’ll be begging me to take care of him the way he truly needs it.

“Careful now,” I mumble, and my knee thrusts against his rock hard dick while I press my knife further against the pale skin of his neck, until I feel the resistance of his skin. Romain ceases his futile attack, panting now as he deflates.

“I won’t be anyone’s property anymore,” he mutters.

“So you shouldn’t.” My hand reaches for the waistband of his navy-blue school uniform, and with a few resolute yanks, I wrench the material open. Romain gasps, then struggles some more in my hold. “Only mine. I bought you, petit amour, remember?” My hand dives in his tight briefs and Romain balks when I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He’s fighting and swearing, hard and leaking. “And you’ve always been so good to me. Just like now…” My hand starts stroking. “Mewl, baby, come on.”

“Fuck you,” he snarls, but his dick is pulsing with need, hips rocking frantically. He tries to wiggle free from my hold and I fucking love it. “Espèce de—” He grunts, a primal sound that rumbles through his chest and has my own cock weeping in my pants.

“Do you know what it was like for me?” I muse against his ear and he shivers. “To finally be close to you again, but not being able to touch you? The need to have you back in my bed, safe and warm, to dream of having your sweet mouth wrapped around my cock?”

“I’m not your pet,” Romain snarls, but the words come out like a desperate, hoarse howl.

“That’s exactly what you are,” I sneer, then drop him a soft, lingering kiss on his hot cheek. “Now come for me, mon chat, come in my hand.”

He erupts on a sharp gasp, his release unstoppable. Ropes of cum decorate my hand, and Romain puffs and huffs when he seemingly fights to get himself back under control. Once I’ve milked his deflating cock, I let him go and use a cloth to clean my hand. I haven’t felt this light in a long time.

“There.” I give him a smile when he has finally given me all his release. “That wasn’t too difficult, was it?” He doesn’t speak, simply squints his eyes at me, baring me his teeth. “Oh, petit amour, I promise that I’ll treat you right. Now, let’s go back home and leave the academy for the rest of these fucks. I have an empire to rule, and you have a master to please.”

He mumbles something unintelligible, and I lean in to hear better. “What was that?”

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