Page 109 of Conquered
I never really bothered with school discos back in England, shite doesn't even begin to cover how lame they'd been. Apparently, here at Highgate Prep, it's a different affair, with amazing decorations and entertainment, a themed buffet style banquet, and the rules on alcohol consumption are relaxed.
Money may not be able to buy you happiness, but, apparently, it can enable underage drinking.
I add the finishing touches to my makeup, making sure that every bruise is covered. Luckily, I don't have PE today, and even though I have chosen Yoga and Pilates as my electives, which I can wear leggings and long-sleeved tops for, I'd still have to get changed in front of the rest of the girls. They'd definitely see the bruises, and I'm not up for Cuntflap Magee, aka Amber, to start shite over them.
I look myself over in the full length mirror, deciding that I'm looking fierce as fuck. I've chosen my red tartan Run and Fly dungarees, rolled up at the hem, with a black roll neck sweater underneath. On my feet, I've gone for white lace ankle socks, paired with my red snakeskin Irregular Choice heels that have super cute sparkly heels and bows on the toe.
Dark smoky eyes and bright red lips finish off the punky look. Grabbing my leather satchel, I head out of the door and down the stairs to find all of the guys waiting for me.
Loki, of course, wolf whistles before grabbing me around my waist, pulling me towards him, and whispering in my ear.
“Those heels are staying on later, Pretty Girl,” he says, nipping my earlobe, and I flush with heat as I feel my core tingle. I love him that little bit more for keeping the flirty banter up. It's definitely helping me to heal.
“Are you ready to go?” Ash asks, his voice cold but not unkind.
I start a little, I haven't heard him say a word since that awful night and I’d almost forgotten his deep beautiful voice, sliding like the finest silk velvet across my skin.
“Yes,” I reply quietly, looking into his tumultuous eyes.
Ash gives me a brisk nod, then opens our door and heads out. Kai looks at me with a smile, then turns to follow him.
I take a deep breath, nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
What if I see Robert?
I shudder at the thought, then a flash of anger runs through me. I'll not let that cumstain scare me into hiding.
At the very least, I owe him a dick punch. Fucking fucktrumpet.
Squaring my shoulders, I look up to see Jax studying me, a look of pride in his blue gaze.
“No one will fucking touch you,” he promises darkly.
He may not be a knight in shining armour, he’s more like the dragon who protects his princess from the fuckers who try to kidnap her by setting the world alight.
He steps up to me, grabbing the front of my throat just shy of painfully, giving me a searing kiss full of possession and darkness. After looking me in the eyes, his own churning with fierce emotion, he steps away and follows the others.
A flutter of excitement and lust transforms the flying insects into sensuous silk winged creatures, and I must admit that I'm surprised. I'd expected rough handling to scare me or cause a flashback. But it doesn't. Not with Jax anyway.
Loki slings his arm around my shoulders, pulling my body in tight to his. Even after the time I've spent with him, it still feels like a live current is running through me wherever we touch.
“Come on, Pretty Girl,” he says, grim determination in his tone. “Let's show them you're not afraid.” And he leads me from the safe haven of our dorm.
Everything goes well until we approach homeroom, where just my fucking luck, standing by the door is Queen Cumdumpster herself and her fawning sycophants. She's draped all over Robert, stroking him like a fucking cat, as though she’s some kind of Bond villain, and the sight makes bile rise to my throat.
I stiffen under Loki's arm, but keep moving alongside him and his stride doesn’t pause. Robert has clear nail marks tracked down his cheeks, still red with scabs.
I wonder what he's told everyone about how he got those? Rogue tiger?
I hear Jax growl in front of us, stepping right up in Robert’s face, harshly whispering something that makes the other boy turn ashen and pale, and shake like a leaf in the breeze. Jax steps away and towards me, wrapping his arm around my waist so that I’m sandwiched in between him and Loki.
“I hope yourstomachis feeling better, Lilly?” Amber asks, mock sincerity clear in her voice and a nasty smile pasted on her face.
“Much, thank you, Amber,” I reply, my own voice sweetly scornful. My smile is just as fake.
Dismissing her, I turn back to look at Robert, and for a moment, I'm transported back to that night. His clammy hand on my face, his disgusting dick lining up with my...I blink, and I'm back in the hall again.
“Those scratches look bad. You should probably get something for them. Wouldn't want them to scar,” I say, proud that my voice doesn’t shake, and not taking my eyes away from his shit coloured ones as I speak. His gaze darts away, like he's afraid to look at me.Interesting.
