Page 121 of Filthy Little Pretties
I lean in closer, pulling her bottom lip into my mouth and kissing her hard as she begins to tense around my fingers, breath held until her back arches, and she lets out a long exhale of my name.
“There it is, Cherry.”
She licks her lips, savoring the feeling as her hand pulls from her shorts and the other cups my hard cock. My fingers work slower, in and out of her, still feeling the convulsions continuing. Her eyes flutter open when I pull them from her slowly, and she lets out a sweet sigh. Rolling toward me, she rubs the length of me as she sets the sexiest smirk on me.
“My turn.”
Donovan
FIRST PERIOD CAME AND WENT, but the only thing I really focused on was Grey’s darkening mood and Liam’s absence. I know he’s here because I saw his Ducati, but he’s skipping out, avoiding us, and I’m beginning to feel hurt. I look down at the paper on my desk and doodle squiggly lines, lost in my thoughts.
If Grey’s right and Liam’s jealous, this friendship’s going to be hard to salvage, and that’s not the reality I’m looking for. But my gut tells me something else is going on. He’s mad at Grey, and after the shit he pulled in the cafeteria, mixed with all the other parts of the day, there’s no way Liam is going to let that go without making Grey suffer a little.
He was the same when we were little. Holding a grudge until Grey finally broke and apologized sincerely. Until it happened, he would hide out.Hide out… Oh my God. I know where you are.
My hand shoots up as I dip, reaching for my bag. The substitute just waves at me, uncaring of what I want, so I push out of my seat and make my way out of the door, saying “bathroom” as I pass him. The halls are empty since classes just started, leaving my footsteps sounding uncomfortably loud, as I rush to the only quiet, hidden spot on campus. Last month when I had to make up an art studies project, I was shown to a back room by the art classrooms that would give me privacy and uninterrupted time. Nobody uses it except for a few very serious art students.He’s there. I know it.
I round the corner into another hallway when my feet abruptly stop.Shit.Laura’s head snaps to stare at me, eyes like slits, with Caroline next to her and a group of other random twats I don’t care to know. Not what I was looking for today. I start to ignore them and walk by, because I have a task more important than them, but I stop short. No, I need to take care of this little crack in the crown.I am not led, I lead.Grey’s tattoo comes to mind, and I smile.Thanks for the reminder.
Turning toward the pack, I smile. “Let’s get this over with. Shall we?”
The girls glance at each other and stare back at me, with vapid looks and cruel intentions, as I lock eyes with Caroline. “Do you want an audience?”
I see the ambivalence in her eyes. She’s worried, and scared. She should be—she’s seen what I can do. Lifting my hand, I wave to the group behind Laura and Caroline. “Leave.”
But nobody moves. They’re doubling down. Fine by me. A tiny bit of smugness flares in Caroline’s eyes before I snuff it out, clapping my hands together and snapping viciously, “I said, get, bitches!”
Everyone turns, grabbing their things and pushing to scatter. Caroline says nothing, her head switching from left to right, watching her army of assholes run, but Laura rolls her eyes, still trying to play the role before she glances to Caroline to check if it was okay.
It makes me laugh as I speak. “Laura, I was going to speak to Caroline about you, since you don’t seem to have a mind of your own, but I think you should hear this firsthand.” She crosses her arms defensively.
“Stop allowing yourself to be used by boys who don’t respect you. They’ll never love you. Grey owes you an apology for how he treated you, and I won’t stand in the way of you getting it. But if you ever cross my path again, in a way that I don’t like…I want you to ask yourself one question.” My lips tilt into a smile. “Who’s my queen afraid of?”
Laura’s eyes drift slowly to Caroline, who looks pale, and then back to me.
A cleansing breath leaves me, and I nod. “This is the last time we have a conversation like this. Consider your ‘get out of jail free’ card used. Next time, it’s all consequence.” They swallow hard, and it’s clear they’ve received my message. “Okay, girls. You can go. We’re all done.”
Caroline turns without any remark, Laura following, both slowly walking away. I begin to turn back when Laura’s voice grabs my attention.
“How can you love him when you know who he is?”
I should deflect, pretend I don’t know what she’s talking about because we’re supposed to be under the radar, but I can’t. Denying that I love him isn’t something I’m capable of. And these girls know to never fucking cross me again.
“Because even a villain is someone else’s hero.”
The smirk on Caroline’s face is almost endearing. She gets it. Because she’s the villain and wants Liam to love her. I point a finger at her. “You and I—”
But she cuts me off. “We’re good, kitten. I see you.”
“Keep it that way.”
I turn away from them, leaving them to watch me, and walk down the hall, letting the moment drift away as I head to my destination. Two more hallways and a thousand more worried thoughts and I’m standing in front of the doorway.Please be here. I peep through the glass cutout and see Liam in the far corner with an oversized sketch pad, chewing on the end of his pencil.
Liam.
Trying not to startle him, I pull the door open slowly, but it’s old and squeaks as the hinges strain against the pressure, making Liam’s head pop up. He darts up to stand, surprised, staring at me and closing the top of his sketch pad quickly.
“Van,” he greets. Pulling the pencil from his mouth, he finishes, “What are you doing here?”
