Page 49 of Filthy Elites

“Did it hurt?” He bites my earlobe.

“No.”

“Don’t tease me, sweetheart. You know how hard I get when you lie.”

He pulls out, allowing me to stand straighter. When I turn, his pants are zipped up, and he’s watching me with a smug smile.

“Did you get your fill?” I ask.

“This will do for the next couple of hours.” He bends over and picks up scraps of black fabric—what’s left of my underwear.

“Don’t bother wearing these to school. They’ll get ripped off every damn time.” He pockets my panties and heads to the door.

The brutal reality finally drops like a bomb. Jason fucked me at school where anyone could have seen us, and I let him. Worse, I enjoyed the danger of potential discovery. Now I have to take care of the messy situation underneath my skirt.

Jason stops by the door and looks over his shoulder. “Are you coming?”

“I have to deal with the evidence first.”

His eyes darken. “If you’re thinking about cleaning up, forget it.”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re going to class today with my jizz all over you, darling.” He smiles like the devil he is.

My jaw drops. “Why?”

“Because it makes me happy.” He waves me over. “Come on. We don’t wanna be late for English.”

“I don’t have English in the first period.”

“You do now.”

“You changed myschedule?” My voice rises to a shriek.

His grin broadens. “I can’t torture you to my heart’s content if I don’t see you all the time, can I?”

ChapterTwenty-One

Jason

The momentI saw that punk getting up close and personal with Isabelle, it took incredible restraint on my part not to break his face. But with my mother in town, I can’t beat the shit out of the basketball team star without getting in trouble with the headmaster, and in consequence, her.

She’s staying until the damn recital is over, which means flying under her radar is crucial if I’m to survive the rest of the month without imploding.

I’m glad that I have Isabelle to distract me.

She was quiet during English, probably uncomfortable with her post-O-town look. We both smelled like sex, and I made sure she sat right next to me. It wouldn’t take much to conclude she was my morning delight.

The moment the bell rings, she jumps from her seat and rushes to the door.

I smile.Go on, my little lamb, run away from me. The best part of the hunt is the chase.

“What’s with the happy face?” Corbin Monteiro, a super smart dude who’s usually not a pain in the ass, asks.

I shake my head. “Nada.”

“Uh-huh. Nothing. I can guess who put that goofy grin on your sour face.”

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