Page 44 of Darkened Truths
“You know?—”
“Miss Whittier, is there a problem?” Mrs. Polnick asks.
The entire class turns to look in our direction. Riley looks around and I join the class in staring at her, hoping to keep her on her toes a little longer.
“Nope. Just trying to figure out why my buddy here won’t talk to me.” She hitches her thumb over her shoulder at me. I lock my jaw and growl in annoyance under my breath. I should have seen that coming. Riley hasn’t been one to back down from a challenge. She's vulnerable with Wes, and occasionally with me—but never with the other students here.
She refuses to show them any sort of weakness. If I’m a betting man, I would say she’s like this because she didn’t receive the warm welcome she was expecting. She’s adapting to her surroundings. No one here is going to worship at her feet, except for maybe Wes. She’s got him hook, line, and sinker. The moment he told Julien he was training her, I knew he’d do anything for her. I know, as long as she’s with him, she’ll be safe. And with what Julien has planned for her, it’s best if Wes can be there for her.Like I want to be there.
“Maybe you and Mr. Fedorov should take this quarrel out of my classroom.” Before Riley can open her mouth and make it worse, she adds, “that’s not a request. Get out.” She points to the door.
There are a few snickers throughout the room, but as soon as I make eye contact with the offenders, it stops. With a frustrated shake of my head, I jam my computer and books into my bag sohard, I’m surprised it doesn’t rip at the seams. I don’t need this shit right now. I walk out of the door and hear her coming up quickly behind me.
“Zander, wait.”
I turn on her, and she pauses.
The beast within me is trying like hell to break free. I can feel him just below the surface, begging to be freed. It has only been a few weeks since my last play session, but it’s not enough. I need more. I want to pull her over my knee and spank her until it makes both of us feel better. Even though I want her, I need to keep her away from me. I’m dangerous—the last person she needs. Wesley is good for her. Out of the three of us, he’s the best with people. He knows how to play them, mold them, make them feel safe. I'm only good at hurting others. I watch from a distance because I can’t do damage.
My chest rises and falls with each labored breath as I work hard to maintain my composure. “I told Julien I’d keep an eye on you. That’s it, Luna. You’re not my plaything, nor my buddy. You have Wes for that. There’snoreason we need to talk at all.”
“You’re my?—”
“I’m not your anything, Riley. Get it through your fucking head.” I descend upon her and she backs until she bumps into the wall behind her, her body jarring with the impact. I place my arm above her on the rough brick and lean down so I’m in her face. Her pulse races under the pale skin on her delicate neck. I’ve pictured putting my hands around it far more than I’d like to admit. Watch her face redden as she struggles to breathe under my touch, then right before she passes out, give her the euphoric high of air once again. I play rough, but I think she would like it. She’s already shown an interest in being tied and spanked. Maybe I can convince her to act on her fantasies.
“You’re a fucking cock tease, Riley.” She opens her mouth to say something and I place my finger over her lips. “Shhhh. Don’ttalk. Do you enjoy teasing me the way you do? Fucking Wesley against my bedroom door, or dry humping him on the mats? You know I’m watching, which means you put on a fucking show. Is it for you, or for me? What about the incessant nickname you gave me?”
“It’s a?—”
“Shut up and listen to me. Whatever you think I am…I’m not. Get it through your head. We aren’t friends. You’re my fucking ward. I’m here to make sure you stay out of trouble and out of the way.”
Her eyes glisten, and her chin trembles, but she swallows and licks her lips giving me a curt nod. My eyes track every movement. My cock hardening at the thought of her lips on mine. Her tongue and mouth around my cock.
“I know that’s not true,” she whispers.
I narrow my eyes at her, lower my head, and press my hips against hers, pinning her to the wall. She shifts in my grasp, but when she reaches to touch me, I collar her wrists between my hand, and press them against the wall, holding her stretched and exposed to me. It doesn’t matter that we both have all our clothes on. The moment feels raw. Real. More intimate than I’ve ever experienced with anyone naked.
My lips brush the outer shell of her ear. “You’d look beautiful with a red ass tied to my bed, Luna. Maybe I’d let the guys watch. You seem to enjoy knowing I watch you. I think it turns you on. What about if I put my hands on you?” She sucks in a deep breath, and I dip my head, smelling her intoxicating scent. My own personal cherry pie. I’ve never been hungrier in my life. “What if I fuck your pretty cunt?”
“Please,” she whispers, grinding her hips against mine. I reach my free hand under her skirt, rubbing my fingers over her soaked panties. I want to take them from her, gather a collection so I can use them to stuff in her mouth when she’s being bratty.I know she has survival next and I don’t need to send her there without anything on. If Julien got his hands on her like that, I’m not sure he wouldn’t do something. Or worse, someone else. I would murder anyone else who touched her. She belongs to us; Julien, Wesley, and me.
“You’re fucking soaked, Riley, just like a good fucking girl.”
“Yes,” she moans breathlessly. When her tongue darts out to moisten her lips again, something inside of me snaps. I can’t contain the beast any longer, he needs to play. I crush my mouth to hers, wanting to taste her, needing the sweet relief that my body craves.
Riley Whittier is my kryptonite, my weakness.
I coax her mouth open and she willingly submits to me, making me that much harder. I know the type of woman she is in bed. Wes hasn’t told me anything, but the submission she’s giving to me here tells me all I need to know. She would be perfect for me. She’d take everything I give to her and then ask for more.
She moans and tugs her arms, wanting me to free her, but I hold her tighter and wrap my other arm around her waist, clutching her to me, exactly where I need her. Her breasts are squished between us and she rubs her body against me like a bitch in heat. As I roll my hips against hers, I feel her sharp intake of breath, followed by a moan that I swallow. I don’t want anyone to hear her. These moans are for me, not anyone else, not right now. I bite and suck her lower lip between my teeth before releasing it with a pop. I’m about ready to unzip my pants and take her right here in the courtyard, but the sound of students filtering out of the classrooms makes me pause.
I pull back, both of us breathing heavily, and I release my grip on her. Her arms drop to her sides, tugging her shirt back into place. Her face is flushed, and her eyes are blown withdesire. The sudden loss of her skin under me makes me burn for more. I’m so fucking screwed.
“I,” I start to give her an explanation, but shake my head and walk away from her, leaving her all alone. I text Julien where he can find her to bring her to her next class, because if I can’t feel any comfort, I sure as shit don’t want her to. Maybe it’s time to bring some toys out for fun.
This is getting out of hand. I can’t control my darker urges for much longer, and if I unleash them on her, I know she will run. I open a new message.
Me:
