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I smile and pick up my lacey, red thong, glad to have chosen this particular set of lingerie this morning.

Chapter Eleven

West

I rest against the bonnet of my car, eyes locked on the exit she will emerge from. The whole school is still here, submitting to my every word. If I say jump, they jump. There is no 'how high?' about it. As students started heading to their cars, all it took was a word from me, and it spread like wildfire. Stay. Wait.

They all whisper amongst one another, speculating as to why I have called for the sudden demands.

Then Holly darts through the doors, eyes wide. "She's coming!" She doesn't have to raise her voice. Everyone hushes like a switch has been flipped.

And then the door slams open, and even I struggle to contain my shock, not to mention the searing heat of desire that shoots right through to the tip of my cock.

She has defied me.Again.

Sauntering out like the world belongs to her, she is wearing nothing but her shoes, the thigh-high school socks, and a sinful, red, and lace lingerie piece. She gives us atwirl, confirming that, yes, her panties are, in fact, a thong, before my mind had even formed the question.

She is fucking stunning. Infuriatingly so. And I am not the only one to notice. More than a few jaws are touching the ground.

To add to her utter disobedience, she is dragging my jersey across the ground by the crook of a single finger.

She's smirking like a fucking siren, soaking in the attention like she lives for it.

I drag my eyes away from her as I hear a groan beside me. Fucking Law and his dick for a brain. He's got his fist in his mouth and is biting down like it's painful to stand there and watch. He is not wrong. It's taking everything in me not to flip her over my hood and fuck her like the slut she is. With everyone watching.

"Baby Duke," Roe says as she comes to a stop mere inches from me. My dick throbs as I look her up and down. Fuck. She looks even better up close. "My eyes are up here, Baby." She giggles like a fucking psychopath and I drag my eyes back to meet hers. She steps even closer, trailing her fingers across my chest seductively. "You're going to have to try a lot harder than this," she whispers.

Dropping my shirt at my feet, she turns and heads towards Trent, who is staring like a goddam fool with drool dripping down his chin.

The hushed whispers reach a crescendo, and I blow.

"Enough!" I bellow, my people obeying in an instant. "Leave."

Roe is barely three steps away, her fine ass jiggling with every step she takes away from me before I snatch her by the upper arm. "Not you, Princess."

She screams as I throw her over my shoulder, pounding at my back. I smack her on the ass, and she is blissfully silent for the first time ever as shock grounds her. I jerk my head at Trent, indicating that he, too, should leave. His wide eyes dart between Roes' round globes and me. I tilt my head to the side as he seems to decide against following my order, but then East is there, pulling him away.

I will deal with that later.

With Brett and Law on my heels, I head back into the school, Roe cursing the entire time. The door behind us had barely clicked shut before I threw her off my shoulder and slammed her face-first into the nearest locker.

"Ouch, you fucker!" she seethes.

I chuckle, stepping nice and close in behind her and pulling her wrists behind her back. She struggles, her assrubbing against my cock. I fight to hold in the groan her body tries to pull from me.

"You make a fool of me," I spit, trailing my nose from her ear down her neck, not missing the goosebumps that followed my progress. "You make me look weak. People will start questioning my authority if you keep it up."

"As they should!" she wriggles some more, and, fuck it, I push my hips into her, letting her feel every hard inch of me against her. She freezes.

I smirk. "That's more like it." I maneuver her wrists into one hand and use my free one to grip her wet locks in my fist. I pull, and she hisses. "Do you know what we do to those who defy us?"

"Talk them to death?" she spits.

I laugh, feeling Law and Brett closing in on either side of us. "We destroy them."

In a breath, I have spun Roe around, now chest to chest, with her hands anchored above her head.

Law breaks his silence. "Fuck, that makes her tits look good," he groans. I look down. He's not wrong.

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