Page 83 of Their Will be Done

“I know what you’re thinking,” he murmurs. His mouth twitches, and then he’s biting down on his lower lip, drawing that tender flesh through his teeth. “But as much as I’d like nothing more than to fuck you against this wall, we both know this isn’t how it happens.”

A heatwave crashes over me. I let out a mangled, “What?”

He releases my throat, dragging that hand over my breast. He squeezes so hard that I yelp in pain, and then catches his lip between his teeth again.

“I’ve been thinking about it,” he murmurs, crushing me with his body again. His hand coasts down my belly, and I feel him move his erection aside so he can burrow his fingers between us.

“Fucking you.”

He wriggles his fingers through the folds of my dress. I quiver when he makes contact with my bare skin an inch above my underwear.

If he hadn’t been pressing my wrists to the wall, I might have ended up on the floor. The lower his fingers move, the more strength leeches from my body.

“You know where it will happen, don’t you?” His voice drops low. Rough, guttural. He barely sounds like himself. “In our special place, down there in the dark.”

His mouth touches the side of my neck and despite everything, a shiver dances over my bones. He slides his lips over my skin, and then grazes my jaw with his teeth. I twist my head away, terrified at how hard my heart is pounding.

His lips follow, and he nips at my jaw again. A moan slips out of me before I can stop it, and in response he groans and dips down.

“That place where no one can find you. Where no one can hear you scream.”

I gasp and jump onto my tippy toes when the crown of his cock presses against my underwear. A hard, aching throb pushes into me, almost as if he’d already broken through that flimsy barrier. He grabs my jaw and wrenches my head back to face him.

“And trust me, girl, we’ll make you scream,” he whispers, a malicious light dancing in his eyes. “Because it always hurts like fuck the first time.”

He devours me.

When I close my mouth, he forces it open with his tongue. When I try to move away from his cock, he slides a hand over my entrance and squeezes me so hard that I whimper into his kiss.

“Christ, we’re going to enjoy making you bleed.”

Shock finally battles through the confused blur of emotions roiling inside me. I bite down on his lip and buck my hips against him as hard as I can.

I taste blood in my mouth a second before he falls away from me. Staggering to the side, I barely find my feet before his hand is around my throat again.

Lights dance across my vision as he slams me against the wall.

“I like it when you fight. Playing with dead things isn’t any fun.”

He laughs at me.

And then he kisses me.

Blood and mint-sweet saliva mix in my mouth. He shoves his hand up my dress. Before I can slam my legs shut, he strokes me through my underwear with his knuckles.

That feather-light caress is so at odds with his kiss that for a long moment I’m lost.

His kiss slows, but becomes harder. Somehow more urgent. He strokes me again, sending a deep ache through me.

Instead of pushing him away, I claw my fingers into his chest.

His breath hitches.

He rakes his nails against my inner thigh, leaving a trail of fire behind. I gasp and rear back, and whatever had been keeping me at bay snaps.

Zach steps back, dragging a hand over his mouth. There’s a cut on his bottom lip, smears of blood around his mouth, but it doesn’t look like he’s bleeding anymore. He gives me a quick, condescending scan with his forest-green eyes, and then points to the classroom door.

“Clean up before someone sees you,” he grates.

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