Page 54 of Allure

“That’s all right,” he says with a wicked, crooked grin. “If you’re grappling with an asshole, you won’t be in your Gi top, will you?”

“No, but…”

"Worried I'll see your thong?" he asks, his smirk reappearing, but God, if that sight doesn't seem sexy as all hell right now.

“Who says I wear a thong?” I ask.

“Maybe I can tell.”

“How?” I demand.

“I swear I don’t look, but sometimes, you can see panty lines in the women’s pants. With you, never.”

“You do like to look at my flat ass.”

“Maybe it’s not quite as flat as I thought,” he murmurs.

I want him to grab my ass, to smack it, and I glance around. “Where are the mats?”

“Patience,” he says with a laugh, but I don’t think it’s my imagination that he rushes around to lay them down. The bunk beds and desks are all pushed along the walls, so there’s more room than I would’ve initially thought for the mats.

We get down on one knee and get to it, grappling. I try to not let him get me onto my back, even though that is what I want and then realize that he’s giving me an opening, and I take it so that I’m mounting him.

“Aren’t you going to try?” I whisper, staring down at him.

"Who says I'm not?" he returns, and he grabs my waist, bumps his hips, and rolls us over, so he's now on top.

"Guess it depends on what you want your goals to be," I murmur as I shimmy a bit, twisting onto my side and getting that half-guard he talked about earlier before I manage to swing my other leg through and finally have my legs wrapped around him again.

I lift up and put my hands behind his neck, clasping them, our faces so very close, so very close.

Now’s the time. I can easily pull him down for a kiss or lift my hips and grind our pelvises, but I hesitate.

What if this is just a giant tease? A setup for him to prank me? There could be a hidden camera, and he’ll watch the video of him humiliating me over and over again, showing it to his obnoxious friends, a bully once more.

A leopard can’t change his spots.

I should know. My father had been a viper, and even after he shed his skin, he remained a viper.

So instead of pulling Declan down to kiss him, I pull him down and try to wrap my arms around his neck to choke him.

He twists his head to the side so I can’t apply pressure on his neck, and he reaches up to grab my wrists and pins them up over my head.

“That’s not fair,” I protest.

“No? Who said anything about being fair?” he murmurs, his face inches from mine again.

And that’s when I feel it.

Him.

His hard cock.

He grins against me, and I would’ve whimpered, but his hot mouth is on mine. The kiss isn’t hesitant, not timid at all. It’s passion and fire, and it’s rage and hatred and so much more. Too fucking much. I can’t handle it, but when I move my head to break off the kiss, he grinds harder against me, pinning my wrists with just one of his hands instead of both so that the other can push my miniskirt up even higher than it already is. His fingers grip my bare ass. He’s right, damn him. I am wearing a thong, and he rubs his fingers against the tiny, soaked string.

“So wet for me,” he murmurs.

I thrust my hips up to grind against him. “So hard for me,” I say, almost panting. If there’s a camera somewhere, it’s going to have noted on it how hard his cock is.

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