Page 59 of Bitter Rivals (Bitterwood Elites)

“Harder,” I snarl as the guard groans. I spare a brief glance at the bitch, who is standing at the edge of the table getting a perfect view of the action happening under my skirt. To my horror, I notice her hand shoved down the front of her pants.

Wow.

Everyone is getting the show of a lifetime this morning. I bet Oakwood never had live entertainment likethis. Another rogue chuckle swells up inside of me, but I tamp it down and buck my hips back and forth. Bianca picks up the pace, but the whole set-up isn’t doing anything for my libido. So I cut us both some slack and fake it. My strangled cry sounds phony as shit to my ears but must be pretty realistic to everyone else because the guard lets out her own roar as sheactuallycomes.

Please be over. Please be over.

In front of me, Bianca pulls her fingers out of my pussy, her expression stunned, like she can’t believe she just got me off. Her hand glistens with my wetness, making the whole thing believable. I turn my head slightly to see Cashel’s and Bentley’s faces while studiously avoiding eye-contact with everyone else, but it’s Professor Vaughn who catches my attention first. He’s moved to the front of the cafeteria, his astonished gaze a mixture of disgust and need.

Huh.

I thought guys liked two girls together...

Or maybe the disgust is for the guard, who finally composes herself as I turn back around. She whips her hand out of her pants and steps up between Bianca and me. At once, she snatches at Bianca’s palm, greedily licking my juices off her fingers as she simultaneously thrusts her digits into my mouth. I gag at the invasion and dance my tongue as far away as possible. Eventually, I give up and dutifully suck her salty flavor until she’s satisfied and retreats.

“Good. That was fun, girls. Now, let’s go get ready for the day.”

Internally, I groan.

Get ready for the day?

Breakfast isn’t even over, and it’s a shitshow—what the hell else does this cursed morning have in store for me?

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