Page 68 of Vicious Games

Unfortunately for her, she doesn’t stand fast enough.

I grab her waist and yank her onto my lap, her sweet ass landing right where I want it.

“What the hell?!” she jerks, struggling in my grip. “Let me go, Lucky!”

“No. Not until you hear me out.”

“I said, let me go!”

She thrashes so much that I have to pin her arms behind her back just to keep her still.

“Will you calm the fuck down and just listen to me?” I order, my breath uneven.

Her eyes blaze with fury. “Then you’ll let me go?”

“Yes. I promise.”

She glares at me for a few seconds before she finally stops fighting. Her chest rises and falls as she huffs out her irritation, but she relaxes just enough in my lap.

“Can I at least sit back on the couch?”

“Nah,” I retort with a shark-like grin. “I think, for what I have in mind, you’re perfect right where you are.”

She stiffens. “I’m not… hurting you?”

If by hurting she means rubbing her sweet ass right against my once-again-hard dick, then yeah, I’m fucking dying over here.

“I’m fine,” I grit out, forcing my eyes to stay locked on hers instead of drifting lower.

Not to her mouth. Not to the way her skirt’s ridden up over her tights. Not to how perfectly her body is pressed against mine. Or the rise and fall of her chest, each breath making the buttons of her cardigan strain just a little more.

Focus, asshole. Look at her eyes.

However, when I do just that, I almost forget to breathe for one fleeting second.

Almost.

Because I’m not some pussy who gets lost in a girl’s eyes.

This isn’t about that. This is about saving her from throwing her life away. And, yeah, maybe it’s also about pissing off Sister Margaretta and tearing down the pedestal she put Frankie on. Can’t have her favorite little saint getting too cozy with a sinner like me.

“Now, as I was saying,” I continue, the timbre of my voice lowering, “I want you to have all the facts. You can’t take your vows if you haven’t experienced life yet. And let’s be real, Frankie, you haven’t even had a fraction of a life experience worth a damn.”

Her lips part, then press into a thin line. “And you’re going to give it to me?”

I have half a mind to tell her I’d love nothing more than togive it to her.

And by that, I mean my nine-inch dick. But, baby steps.

“I am.”

Her eyes hold mine, unblinking. “Okay… and what kind of life experience are we talking about?”

“I think it’s best we start with the basics.” I release my hold on her and let my fingers trail slowly up her spine. “Kissing first. And then we can move on from there… when you’re ready.”

She barks out a laugh. “Yeah, right. Like I’d ever fall for that.”

“That’s my offer,” I deadpan. “If you want me to keep tutoring you and make sure you pass calculus, then those are my terms.”

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