Page 87 of Cruel Legacy

“Give me three. Fuckingmore,Sweetness, and I wanna hear that goddamn, count.”

“Forty-eight, sir. Forty-nine, sir.”

She lowers herself parallel to the floor and pushes up. “Fifty, sir!”

We pause at the top, staring at each other. I see the hint of pride in her eyes that she finished. She should be proud of herself. I know I am.

I get to my feet first, breaking eye contact as she lowers and pushes back on her knees. She’s rubbing her arms, trying to loosen up the muscles. I look at a spot on the wall, instead of fixating on the way her breasts are heaving up and down. From her position on the floor, she’s eye level with my dick. I turn away, so she can’t see how fucking hard I am right now, and move back behind my desk to hide the bulge in my pants.

“Get back to class, LaReaux, and remember what I said. The next time, I won’t be so lenient on you.”

When the door closes behind her, I drop down in my chair, squeezing my dick for some relief.Fuck, that was the hardest workout I’ve supervised all week.

Chapter41

Thea

I’m running late for class again. I was up late talking to Sasha, catching her up on all the bullshit I’ve had to deal with since I moved here. She’s the only one who’d understand the aggression and frustration I’ve been feeling.

I thought I could work through some of it in gym class, but of course, that didn’t end so well.

Coach Wolfe’s torture pushups tired me out, but they came with a side of sexual tension. He had me call him,sir, to put me in my place. But all I could do was think of other scenarios where I could use that word.

They all included smacks to my ass. When he dropped to the floor and coached me through those last ten pushups, it reminded me of the way he coaxed me through my orgasms. I was sure I was gonna come on the spot.

I’m trying to convince Sasha to come for a visit. Talking on the phone is nice, and now that I have this fancy phone, we can video chat, but there’s no substitute for being able to see her face in person. I slip into class and head towards my usual seat when an arm drops across my shoulder.

“What the-”

“You’re sitting next to me today.” Finn says, steering me towards the other side of the room.

“Why would I want to do that?”

“All the other girls want to.”

“Good.” I slip from under his arm. “Then pick one of them.”

He grabs my ponytail and yanks on it, using it to drag me towards his desk. “No can do, Pet. I choose you.”

I flick my blade open, ready to sever his hand from his wrist, but the teacher comes in before I can. “Okay class, in your seats, we have a lot to go over today.”

Professor Roberts gives me a pointed look, like I’m holding up the class. I can feel everyone’s eyes on me. I don’t give a shit about their stares, but the idea of getting on Rickalishious’ bad side doesn’t sit well with me. The little geek inside of me is still crushing on him and I want him to like me.

I slip into the seat next to Finn. Hopefully, today’s lesson won’t be a group assignment, so I can ignore him. Roberts begins his lecture and I allow myself to get lost in his words. Finn nudges my shoulder, breaking my concentration.

My fingers itch to spill his blood. I turn, scowling at him. “What?”

“There’s this thing this weekend, I’m going.”

“Good for you.”

“We should go together.”

“No.” I hiss, turning back to the front of the class.

That was weird. Why on earth would he think I’d want to go out with him? He’s hot and all, but he’s also got zero respect for boundaries and thinks it’s totally acceptable to let himself into my room and declare he wants to paint my tits with his seed.

Basically, he’s giving off unhinged behavior and no girl in her right mind would volunteer to be around someone like that. We’ll just call me not gutting him that night, a momentary lapse in judgement.

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