Page 48 of Filthy Elites

“I’d listen to Jason if I were you. Leave Sage alone,” I reply.

He shakes his head. “Unbelievable. It doesn’t matter if you’re the king or the weirdo, you rich kids are all the same.”

Jason snaps. He grabs Justice by his collar and shoves him against the locker. “Do not disrespect Nicola, motherfucker.”

“Let go of me.”

Jason pulls him forward only to push him against the locker again harder. “I’ve been lenient with you, but if I find out you’re still bothering Nicola or Sage, I’ll make sure you never set foot in this school again. Is that clear?”

He steps back and releases Justice, who seems about to piss in his pants.

“Get out of my sight. Your pathetic face is making me sick.”

Without a word, Justice scrambles away and disappears around the corner.

“You’re welcome,” Jason says without looking at me.

“I didn’t ask for your assistance.”

He turns around and walks over to me. I don’t dare breathe, waiting for his next move. He’s still riding the anger from dealing with Justice, and he’s about to unleash what’s left on me. Oddly, I’m not afraid. He grabs my face roughly, igniting the damn butterflies in my stomach.

“When is it going to dawn you, Isabelle? OnlyIcan hurt you.”

I bat his hand away and step back. “You can try.”

Pissed that I can’t control how my body reacts to my tormentor, I walk around him without a thought to where I’m going. I should have known Jason wouldn’t let me have the last word, he never does. He catches up with me, looping his arm around my waist to steer me through the open door to my right. It’s one of the few classrooms that doesn’t have huge windows facing the hallway.

“What the hell!”

He spins me around, pushing me against the wall. “I’m not going to try, Isabelle. Iwillsucceed.”

My retort is cut by his mouth claiming mine. There’s nothing sweet about this kiss. It’s feral and possessive, and I love it. Damn, it’s crazy how much I do. His entire body is pressed against mine, and his hands are already under my skirt. I don’t want him to have all the fun. Since I can’t hide how much I want him, I might as well go for it.

I reach for his zipper, but my hands are clumsy, and I fumble with it. Or maybe I’m too distracted by Jason’s fingers slipping inside my pussy.

“I love how wet you get for me, Isabelle.”

A moan escapes my lips. I throw my head back, closing my eyes and forgetting Jason’s cock for a moment.

“Are you enjoying yourself, darling?” he whispers near my lips.

“Yes.”

He pulls his fingers out just as it’s beginning to feel really good. I’m still dazed, so I don’t fight when Jason steers me toward the desk. He turns me around and pushes me roughly over it, keeping his hand behind my head so my cheek is flattened against the hard surface.

The sound of fabric being torn is the only warning I get before he plunges into me. With me bent over like this, he can go much deeper and he’s not playing nice. It hurts, but it also feels amazing.

“Are you still enjoying yourself?” he asks between grunts.

I tighten my walls around him in response, and he curses.

“God, why does your pussy feel so good, Isabelle?”

Whether he’s being rhetorical or not, I wouldn’t be able to answer him. The room is spinning, and my body is quickly disintegrating under him. I try not to moan when I climax, but my shudders are telltale. Jason groans loudly, pumping his seed into me. He keeps fucking me even when cum drips down my legs. With a final hard push, he leans forward and draws his tongue across my cheek.

“Did you come, my filthy little liar?”

“You know the answer to that.”

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