Page 138 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

“Winters!”

She freezes when she hears my voice, and starts to scramble to her feet but I’m too fast for her. Fuck, I’m too fast formostpeople. “Down, girl,” I say, coming around and snapping my fingers as I point at the grass.

She can run, but I think she realizes that I’ll catch her, and that might be worse for her than just appeasing me.

I’m not supposed to be talking to her. We agreed we’d watch her for a few days, see what she gets up to. Keep her on our radar, so to speak. But I can’t help myself. Being this close is intoxicating. Plus, she gave me a fucking hard-on earlier, devouring that burrito of hers like that. Now I’m looking at her mouth and wondering what those same lips would look like, wrapped around my cock.It’s thicker than the burrito, though. I’m pretty sure I’ll make her gag.

Her eyes dart past me as if she’s looking for help, latching onto the couple sitting a few yards away. They’re watching, but as if anticipating something juicy is about to happen.

I must disappoint them when I crouch down beside Nim instead of making her beg again. Not that I don’t want to…I thoroughly enjoyed torturing her last night in the cafeteria. I missed dessert because I didn’t dare stand up with the fucking hard-on she gave me being such an obedient—and then such a defiant—little pet.

“How’d you get in here?”

She points at the stained-glass doors she came through. “Through those doors.”

I balance on the knuckles of one hand and lean in. “I love a girl with a sense of humor.”

“So she’ll laugh at your small dick instead of feeling sorry for you?”Hazel eyes more green than brown glare up at me.

“Careful, baby girl. You keep teasing me like this, and I won’t be responsible for my actions. Now tell me who sponsored you.”

Nim’s jaw clenches, but she says nothing.

“Fine, we’ll start with something easier. What did Eliza tell you?”

Nim narrows her eyes at me. “Nothing I didn’t already know.”

I chuckle, looking away. I think I’m starting to understand how Eliza feels when I’m a dick to her. It’s fucking hot having someone resist me. Usually I just have to look in a girl’s general direction and she’ll spread her legs for me.

God, now I’m remembering how tasty little Nim looked when Silas and I had her pinned in the forest, her thighs spread. I had no fucking clue what Knox was going to do to her. I even thought he would fuck her. That fantasy plays through my head some mornings when I’m jerking off in the shower. I’ve been in a handful of threesomes, but nothing like that. Jesus, thinking about it makes me want to do nasty things to her.

My gaze drops to the three inches of bare leg exposed between her stockings and the dress. Nim hurriedly snaps her legs closed, tugging at the hem of her dress like she wishes it was floor length.

Those goddamn stockings.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” I murmur, reaching for one of her little silver bows tied to the top of her stockings. She swings her legs away from me, nostrils flaring. “Remember what happened last night? You were a good girl, and you got a treat.”

Her eyes flicker, a touch of pink on her cheeks. “I’m not your fuckingdog,” she spits out.

“Then what are you?” I drop my voice low, husky.

“I’m a human being.”

“Are you?” I tip my head, my eyes landing on her stockings again. “I don’t believe you.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you, freak.” The acid in her words is commendable, but all she’s doing is giving me a fucking semi again.

“That’s where you’re wrong.” I look around, my hands on my knees. “See, we’re surrounded by what...ten, twenty people? Are any of them coming to your rescue, my little pet?”

Nim’s face twists into a scowl, but she has no come back for that.

“So either you prove to me that you’re a real human being with real feelings, or I’ll see how close I can get to mounting you right here on the grass before someone stops me.” I wink at her. “Spoiler alert...this wouldn’t be the first time I’ve done a girl doggy style in the courtyard.”

She must be able to see it’s not a lie, because her face pales a little. “What do you want me to do?” she snaps.

“Show me those pretty human legs of yours.”

Nim hesitates, looking at her legs, then back up at me. Her throat moves as she swallows, and then she slowly extends them. I run my eyes down them, taking in the swell of her calves, her dainty ankles. How gauzy white stockings accentuate her curves.

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