Page 62 of Scorching Lies

“I was under the impression that the Stone family was in charge here, not the foundation, however the Kingston family may need to step in to clean things up, yeah?” My eyes flit from the Dean to the Professor.

Professor Arden crowds me closer to Addington, both men hovering over me, but I don’t fear them. They are just puppets we use to do our dirty work.

“Maybe that’s for the best. The Stone name has been ahead for far too long. You may just be what we need to take back Del Mar.”

My expression almost falls, but I catch myself before they seem to notice. Stepping away from Addington, my hand falls between us. Nodding at them both I move to the door, resting my hand on the doorknob. Looking out the small rectangle window to see if anyone is standing outside the classroom waiting to get in I look back over my shoulder.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Letting the door shut behind me, I make my way to the end of the hall, but instead of turning towards my classroom I keep moving towards the exit doors. I have a destination in mind and it’s not class. I take the stairs two at a time, my legs burning with the stretch, until I come to the glass doors on the main level. Swinging them open, they bounce against the wall and I’m surprised the glass didn’t shatter. As soon as I step outside my eyes fall closed and I drag in a deep breath filled with that familiar floral scent.

“It seems we both crave the lilies today. It’ll be so fucking beautiful when taint them with the color of us.

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

RYKER

Blonde hair and rosy cheeks burst through the door and my dick jumps in response to her presence. She doesn’t see me standing to the side; she's too busy barging in like a hurricane set for destruction. Leaning against the wall, I watch her for a minute before revealing myself. The way her head falls back, her eyes drifting closed, the smell of flowers filling her senses. She came here to be reminded of me, even if she doesn’t want to admit that to herself. I’ll make sure she feels my presence.

“It seems that we both crave the lilies today. It’ll be so fucking beautiful when taint them with the color of us.” I rasp.

She doesn’t jump, not even a flinch, instead a cautious smile spreads across her face. Her red lips, that I ache to have wrapped around my cock, pull my attention to her mouth.

“Ryker fucking Stone.” She laughs.

It’s a little unhinged and it has me moving forward to crowd her space. Her scent engulfs me, filling my lungs with lilies andvanilla. I step behind her, running the tip of my finger up and down the smooth skin of her arms.

“You look a little lost.” Turning her with one hand, I use the other to pinch her chin, “Let me help you figure out where you belong.”

Using my free hand I push her down by her shoulders until her stocking covered knees are on the cold ground. She’s covered by rows of flowers, so when people look in the garden all they see is me standing in the middle of the stone path looking down. What a sight they’ll miss.

“On my knees?” She quirks a brow.

She doesn’t deny her place at my feet, nor does she try to fight my hold on her. Instead her gaze drifts to the bulk in my jeans with dark eyes.

Her tongue rolls over her lips to wet them, the hungry look in her eyes growing when my hand moves to my belt.

“No.” I state.

Cocking her head to the side watching my movements. “No?” She asks.

Pushing her head back to force her eyes to mine, I repeat her words. “On your knees.”

Rolling those grey eyes she motions with her hands, as if to remind me where she is, “I am on my knees.”

“Yet, that’s not where you belong.” I say.

My words come out matter of factly. A mixture of surprise and confusion wars in her eyes. The thirst she’s fighting shinesthrough with the sight of my belt sliding off. Leaving it hanging open, my fingers move to the button of my jeans.

“And where exactly do I belong, Stone.”

The way she calls me Stone instead of Ryker shouldn’t feed the fire brewing in my veins, but it does. Yanking my zipper down, she sees the moment my hunger for her boils over the edge. Her grin stretches her mouth wide, taunting me. Twisting her hair in my hand, I step closer, bringing her head level with my dick.

“Pull out my cock, Killer.” I order.

Biting her bottom lip, she does as she’s told. The sun beats down on my back, but it’s nothing compared to the heat pouring off my skin. Her hands are cool on my skin, the chill has me fighting back a shiver, so I drop my mask and let her see exactly what she does to me. Her eyes scan the space around us to see if anyone’s lurking, but I tighten my hold on her hair, forcing her to see only me.

“Open that pretty little mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my dick.”

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