Page 476 of Tis the Season to be Bullied

“None of your fucking business, Jackson.”

“Girls’ dorms are off-limits for guys.”

That stops me in my tracks. “What?” I turn on my heel.

Eliza shrugs, twining a lock of hair around her finger as she walks up to me. “It’s the rules.”

“I need to speak to Harper.”

“Then phone her.” Eliza tilts her head to the side. “So...are you seeing anyone?”

I laugh, and I’m not sure who’s more shocked by that sound—me or Eliza. She steps back, frowns hard, and spins on her heel before storming away.

Huh. I might actually survive this.

I glance over at the girls’ dorm building, scoping the area around the exit. I wasn’t kidding when I told Harper I was imagining tying her up with those white stockings. On the wayto my dorm, I saw another two female students, and they were wearing the same thing. I’m more than a little excited to see what Harper looks like in the getup. I wonder when she’ll be getting her uniform?

When I check my phone, there’s only one bar of signal, and the call doesn’t go through when I try to call my stepsister. There’s a big oak tree near the exit to the girls’ dorm, so I lean against it as I wait for Harper to emerge. It’s getting close to lunchtime, and I want to walk with her to the cafeteria. Besides Eliza, I have no idea who else is enrolled in Cinderhart Academy. I didn’t really keep up with the kids from high school after Harper and I went to Camp Joy.

After five minutes, I send Harper a text.

U OK?

Thankfully thatdoesgo through, but after a minute she doesn’t respond, and that immediately gets my back up. I know there aren’t predators waiting around every fucking corner, but Harper is too important to me. Ifanythingever happens to her, I don’t know what the fuck I’d do.

Obviously, I’ll kill anyone who dares touch her.

I’m just about to go into the girls’ dorm, fuck the rules, when the stained-glass door swings open and a student walks out. I pause, not wanting to go through when someone can see me?—

And then I realize the student is Harper.

I’m still dressed in my dark jeans, my old Cinderhart High letterman’s jacket over a plain white tee. Now I’m wondering if I was supposed to change?—

Fuck that. I’m wondering if Harper is wearing panties.

I let out a low wolf-whistle, and Harper turns to look at me. A smile pulls at her lips, and she glances around before trotting over to me. She slows as she comes near, so I reach out and drag her behind the oak tree. There are windows facing us, but most are covered with ivy. And anyway, the school is deserted.I passed a senior who looked surprised to see me in the hallway with him and when I asked, he said classes only start next week.

“You’re wearing stockings,” I growl into her ear as I pull her up against me.

“Cute, huh?”

All I can manage is a rumble as I run my hands over her plump little ass and squeeze. She gasps softly into my ear, going onto her tiptoes.

“If you think my stockings are cute,” Harper whispers up at me, “then you should see my underwear.”

“Mmm.” I force her against me, grinding my erection into her belly. “I think you should show me.” I push her away, leaning casually against the tree as I rake my eyes over her.

Harper glances around again as if to make sure no one can see us, and then grabs the front of her dress and slowly lifts up the skirt.

“Oh you dirty, dirty little slut,” I murmur, biting at my bottom lip.

She’s not wearinganythingunder her uniform. I reach for her, but she quickly takes a step back. “Not out here, are you crazy?” she whispers, her cheeks going pink.

“I’ll have you whenever andwhereverthe fuck I want.” I lunge at her and grab her around the waist.

She lets out a surprised squeal that I quickly cut off with a hand on her mouth. Her eyes go wide in shock as I spin her around and pin her against the oak tree. She struggles, but as soon as I wedge my body between her thighs, there’s nothing she can do to stop me.

I grab her thighs and urge them around my waist, opening her to me.

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