Page 34 of Filthy Elites

“Tempting, but I want something better.” I walk over, loving how she tenses at my proximity.

“I’m not going to have sex with you,” she grits out.

“Oh, you will, eventually. But not today. On your knees.”

Her pretty eyes widen. Then she shakes her head. “I’m not going to suck your dick either.”

My fingers are in her hair in an instant, twisting a strand viciously until she winces. “You should have thought about that before you slashed my tires.”

Her eyes well up with tears, almost making me feel guilty. Before I cave to the emotion, I crush my lips to hers, kissing her deep and hard. I let the anger and desire consume me, and when I sense her melting into me, I yank her head back.

“On your knees.Now. I’m not going to repeat it again.”

“And if I don’t, you’ll tell everyone who I am?”

“That, or something worse.”

A strange emotion flashes in her eyes, and now I want to know what she’s thinking. Is she developing a sick attraction to me like I am to her?

“Aren’t you afraid I’m going to bite?” she asks.

“I know you won’t, because deep down, you want this.”

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Nicola/Isabelle

I freeze at his words.Denial is on the tip of my tongue, but it’d be a lie. I’m that messed up in the head that the more Jason punishes me, the more I want him to show me his worst. I never thought I craved this type of depraved dynamic until I met him.

Juan was a sick monster. He treated me like a princess until he decided to lock me in a cage. Jason is a broken boy pretending to be a monster. He’s hateful, but his cruelty is almost innocent.

God, what the hell are you thinking, Isabelle? He just ordered you to blow him in a classroom.

My lips still tingle from his brutal kiss. I can’t say I don’t want more. He knows he can play me any way he likes, and I’m sure he believes I’ll fight him. I bet he’s counting on it.

So I drop to my knees, determined to give him the best blow job of his life.

Holding his stare, I unbutton his pants and lower the zipper. His face is a cold mask, but his breathing is already different, shallower. I pull his pants down just enough to have access to his briefs. The bulk there is undeniable. I rub the fabric over his shaft, making him hiss.

“Quit stalling,” he grumbles.

“I’m not. But if I’m paying a debt, I want to make sure I don’t owe you anything after.”

He reaches for my hair again and yanks at the strands. The pain sends a shiver of pleasure down my spine. Can he tell how turned on I am? Does he care? Or would he prefer it if I was not on board with this?

I try to read the truth in his eyes. They aren’t as hard as before. Desire has clouded the hate, but I don’t see malice.

“Your debt to me will never be paid, Isabelle.Never.”

That’s where you’re wrong, Jason. I just have to survive one more year of high school, and then I’ll be gone.

I swallow any remark I might have made. Instead, I free his cock from his briefs and bring it to my mouth. It’s bigger than I expected, but I swallow the whole thing until the head hits the back of my throat. Jason’s expression softens, but his hand is firmly twisted around my hair.

“That’s a good girl,” he says.

I use my hand and tongue to work him, knowing that I’m doing it right when he grows larger. He lets me have control for only a minute or so before he sets the pace and fucks my mouth hard. My eyes sting from it, and a few times, he almost chokes me with his cock. I don’t complain though, and when he finishes, I swallow every drop.

Breathing hard, he staggers back, zipping up his pants. Then he turns around and pulls his hair back. “Fuck.”

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