Page 139 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

“Take off your stockings.” My voice is rough how I’m struggling to rein myself in.

She yanks one of her ribbons loose and drops it to the grass.

“Slowly, baby girl,” I croon. “Else I’m gonna have to do it for you.”

Nim’s fingers shake before she goes to the second side, carefully loosening the silver ribbon.

My cock starts hardening painfully inside my slacks. I shift my weight, but this position isn’t doing me any favors. I move closer until our legs are almost touching and sink down beside her, stretching my legs out. Now we’re facing off on the grass, and I can stare straight down at her as she slowly peels off her stockings.

It’s warm out here, but that’s not why I take off my blazer. I need something to hide my rock-hard dick. Nim pauses with her second stocking halfway down her leg when I slip out of myblazer and lay it over my lap. It’s big enough that I could have wrapped her in it like a blanket, but I want to see every inch of her gorgeous legs as she exposes them for me.

“All the way,” I tell her.

Nim purses her lips, but rolls her last stocking down her foot without argument. I hold out my hand, and she glares at me as she hands over both stockings. When I shove them into my blazer pocket, her eyes catch fire.

A group of students walks past, sending curious looks our way. Thankfully they don’t stop to gawk—I’m already pissed that the guy sitting nearby is spending more time looking at Nim’s legs than his girlfriend’s. But I pretend it doesn’t bug me.

“Does that lookhumanenough to you?” she says, twisting her legs so I can get a good look. I know she’s being sarcastic, but fuck all I want to do is kiss my way up her legs and lick her cunt until she’s screaming my name.

“I don’t know, Pet...” I force my eyes away from her legs so my dick can catch a fucking break, but staring into her hatred-filled eyes is an aphrodisiac like no other. “I’m still not convinced.”

She shows me her teeth. “I’ll scream if you touch me,” she whispers furiously.

“Mmm...I’d like to hear that one day,” I tell her. “But not right now. Right now I want you to?—”

“You call this a fucking picnic?” Silas interrupts from behind.

Nim’s eyes flash up to him. If I hadn’t slapped my hand down on her thigh, she’d have bolted up and fled. Although she wouldn’t have gotten far—Knox appears behind her like a fucking magician, staring down at the two of us with an unreadable expression on his face.

Although I sent the message to both of them, I’m pretty sure Knox is cutting class for this. Silas sits on the other side of Nim, stretched out like I am. He stares down at her legs and thenacross at me. “Where are the sandwiches? I was hoping for more of that pastrami and rye.”

God, will neither of them let it go?

“Nim says she’s not a dog.” I shrug.

“I’m guessing she hasn’t proven her point yet,” Knox says from above. Nim flinches at the sound of his voice—as soon as Silas sat down, she wrapped her arms around her chest and tried to move away from him. But she’s out of options...especially once Knox takes a seat behind her.

He leans in, and I’m pretty sure he smells her hair because Nim stiffens up immediately. But if he doesn’t like her shampoo or something he doesn’t mention it. Instead, he reaches out and drags his fingers up the outside of her bare thigh.

“That’s strange,” he murmurs.

Nim looks straight ahead, like she’s wishing she was somewhere else. Possibly a different planet.

“What is?” Silas asks, brushing a thumb over Nim’s ankle bone.

“Last time I checked, stockings were part of the school uniform.”

I chuckle as I wrap my hand over Nim’s ankle. “Thatisweird. I guess you’re gonna have to write her up.”

If Knox hadn’t grabbed her shoulders and kept her seated, Nim would have been halfway across the courtyard by now. She opens her mouth, her chest puffing out. Somehow Knox anticipates that she’s about to scream, clapping his hand over her mouth before a sound can come out.

“The teachers around here don’t like it when we cause a ruckus during lessons,” Knox says. “You wouldn’t want to be responsible for all the students losing their outdoor privileges, would you?”

Nim’s eyes flash, but she gives her head a grudging shake. At least she’s learned to accept her lot. Even some of the kidswho’ve lived in Cinderhart all their lives are sometimes slow to grasp just how much power a name like mine and Knox’s has around here.

“Where are your stockings, Winters?” Knox asks.

Nim’s eyes fly to me, and as soon as Knox peels his fingers from her mouth she says, “In his fucking pocket.”

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