Page 79 of Savage Scream

As I move to Jared’s side, he takes my hand, and we make our way out of the room.

I turn back, glancing at Will, and notice he’s still smiling at us.

Hell. Could I stay?

Could I finally have a home and be happy?

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JARED

William Rogan is a decent person. I heard what he said to my girl before I entered the room. He told Dee that they wanted her to stay, and I could tell by his tone that he really meant it.

And fuck, I stood there waiting for her to say ok. To agree and tell him that she wanted to stay… But she didn’t.

She is a woman of very few words, though, so hopefully the week she has left before she turns eighteen is enough time to convince her to stay.

Fuck, I want her to stay more than I want to breathe.

I drive back to my place and run in to get changed into my uniform before driving us to school. I don’t want to go today, but right now, I don’t want to push our luck with the Rogans, so I grin and bear it.

We’ve already missed the first three periods of the day, making it just in time to get to English class with Miss Dice.

I hardly hear what she is droning on about at the front of the classroom as we take our seats up in the back corner, Dee taking the seat closest to the window today.

Even though my eyes are cast forward like the rest of the sheep in the class, my mind is on last night and that cheap room with red walls at the Red Room where Dee punished me for keeping things from her.

If you ask me, it was fucking worth it.

Jesus, I don’t think she realises how fucking hot she is. Fuck, when she bared herself to me, I wanted to break the damn restraints and dive into her tight, hot cunt.

Fuck it. Now I’m hard.

I eye Dee from the corner of my eye, noting that she appears to be listening to Miss Dice. Slowly, I inch my hand under the table until I find the smooth flesh of her knee and drag my hand back, pulling her tartan skirt with it.

My touch makes her squirm, but she doesn’t push me away. In fact, her legs widen a little more, giving me better access, and fuck, my dick jerks in my jocks.

Leaning closer, I slide my hand higher and whisper. “Touch yourself. Right here in class.”

She stiffens at my words, and I bite back a smile as I try to appear like a well-behaved student.

Shifting my hand from her leg, I reach up, gripping her wrist sitting on top of the table, and drag it underneath, pushing it between her legs.

Her gasp is faint as she tugs her wrist free, quickly glancing around to see if anyone is watching what’s happening in the back corner of the room. No one notices though, all busy focusing on whatever the hell Miss Dice is telling them.

“Fine. I’ll touch you then,” I whisper, returning my hand between her legs, and I resume my journey up her thigh, getting impossibly close to her heavenly pussy.

“Tell me to stop, Dee.” I whisper, glancing at her flushed face, but she keeps her eyes trained on the front of the class, pretending to ignore me.

Little minx.

She likes dubious acts. She likes not being able to give a verbal yes or no. It fucking turns her on. And fuck, it turns me on, too.

Sucking my lower lip between my teeth, I face forward again while continuing my slow path until I find the damp heat of her panties.

Fuuuck.

Another gasp flies from her lips, this one more audible than the last, and I’m tempted to throw her over my shoulder and storm out so I can wring orgasm after orgasm from her.

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