Page 59 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
After, I washed off my hand and turned off the shower, feeling slightly more awake. I stuck my hand outside the shower curtain and blindly reached for my towel. But there was no towel there on the rack. I pulled aside the curtain.
Grayson Mars stood in my bathroom, glaring at me. His fierce, six-foot-tall figure radiated anger. If his eyes could have glowed red like those stone dragons, they would have. He held my towel hostage in his hands, five feet away from me.
Guess he’d discovered my new spell.
I tried not to smirk as I used my hand to wipe the droplets from my face. It was clear that he had no intention of giving me my towel. Had he heard my orgasm? I glanced down at his sweatpants. A massive erection rose like a damned pole in a circus tent. I couldn’t tell if it was from listening to me or the spell. I guessed the latter.
Still, the fact that he’d stopped to listen instead of stomping right in and yanking aside my shower curtain gave me a little courage. And more than a little attitude to go with it. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed my hair, twisting it, letting the water splatter across the floor. I ignored him, pretending his eyes didn’t hungrily roam my body even as he stepped back out of the splash zone.
When I reached for a spare towel under my sink, giving him a nice view of my hard, newly toned ass, Grayson reached his limit. He stomped closer and growled, "You evil woman! What did you do to my dick?"
I grinned up at him as I wiped my skin down with a towel. I made my voice as innocent and conversational as I could, though derision snuck into my tone. "What? Don't like your dick tick?" I smiled up at him before I wrapped the towel around myself.
I wandered toward the counter and grabbed a brush, highly aware that Grayson’s anger had me excited in more ways than one. I downplayed it. I sprayed some detangler in my hair and started combing through the wet strands.
Grayson appeared at a loss for a second. "That's what this is? That black thing? You put a goddamnedbugon my cock?"
I looked at him in the foggy reflection caused by my mirror. I tried to ignore the fact that my nipples tightened while I watched his angry face. I hadn’t added him to this morning’s clit fest. But tomorrow, I was pretty certain his angry face would be the one I saw when I made myself come.
"Get rid of it," Grayson ordered, taking a step closer to me.
I slid sideways in my narrow bathroom. I put on my fake innocent face. The one designed to set professors off into a fit of fury. "How do you know I did it?"
Grayson slammed into me, shoving me away from the counter and across the room. He pressed my back into the wall as his body skimmed mine. I could feel a very prominent bulge at the front of his pants. If I didn't know better, I'd have thought he was enjoying this just as much as I was. But I did know better. Right now, a massive magical tick was sucking blood through his dick, keeping the thing engorged and stiff, and swelling until it was roughly the size of a water balloon. He’d have a permanent hard on until he could unravel my spell.
“Serves you right for sending your little girlfriend after me instead of manning up and doing it yourself,” I snarled.
Grayson penned me in, one hand stopped me from ducking out the door. The other hand started for my neck. But then he thought the better of it.That's right, fucker. You don't want to do that,I thought.
I waited until both his hands were planted on the wall on either side of me. They curled into fists.
“I didn’t send her,” he grudgingly admitted.
“Tell her that. She thinks you need your honor defended like some little beta.” I lifted my hand gently and brought it to his cheek in a mock pity move.
"Get rid of it," he seethed, jerking away from my hand, his hips twisting as the tick made a sucking sound not too far off from a dirty blow job.
I drank in his anger like it was potent whiskey. The kind of shit Claude brewed in his backroom. Only, Grayson's anger tasted so much better. This kind of high, this kind of power was so much better. I looked right into his dark, beautiful brown eyes as I said, "I can't get rid of it. Only you can."
He punched the wall, cracking the plaster next to me. But I didn't flinch. I kept my smile firmly in place. "All you have to do is apologize ..."
I ducked underneath his hand as a pathetic 'sorry' dropped from his lips.
I turned back in the doorway and looked at him over my shoulder. "Apologize. And mean it. Then the spell will unravel on its own."
I grabbed a spare towel from my dresser. I dressed for Cross Country while Grayson Mars' eyes traveled up and down over my body and he vibrated with fury.
I blew Grayson a kiss goodbye.
The billionaire's son didn't say a single word.
* * *
I rannext to Evan through the trees. Lundy and the rest of the class trotted ahead of us, the sound of panting and footfalls filling the forest.
Despite his height, Evan shortened his strides to match mine and we fell to the back of the pack quickly. The weak winter sun drifted down through the leaves and gave our faces a sickly cast.
When the torture had ended and we finally got to cool down, Evan touched my shoulder. Then he gestured down a path that broke off from the main gravel track and wove through the trees. “Walk with me?” he asked.
