Page 103 of Sinister Legacy
As Keira narrows her blue eyes on me, I put my index and middle finger to my lips and flick my tongue between them. It’s fucking adorable how she can’t stop the blush that creeps up her chest and neck.
Yeah, baby, I’ll be licking your sweet cunt later until you scream my name.
“King!” teach all but shouts. “Are you going to behave, or do I need to give you a detention slip?”
Smirking in his direction, I hold my hands up placatingly. “The trash has been taken out. I’ll behave.”
I don’t miss how Keira puts her hands on her hips and glowers at me. It’s too much fun to rile her up.
I stick to my word and try to keep a low profile, but it’s fucking hard when other boys flirt with her now that Liam has been missing for less than a week.
They’ve all come out of the woodwork, behaving as if Keira is fair game now that the untouchable golden boy, Liam, is out of the way. For all they know, he has gone on an extended holiday without telling anyone and could walk back in tomorrow and cut off their balls for looking in her direction.
It’s tempting, I have to admit.
One day soon, when the drama has settled, I’ll claim her in front of the entire student body. She can smirk at me all she wants then; if another man flirts with her, I’ll slaughter him.
I’m feeling irate just thinking about it.
As I pace on the spot, imagining all the ways I’m going to kill any guy who so much as dares to smile in Keira’s direction, Kara and Ava exchange looks.
“Why are you behaving like a caged bull?” Kara asks, taking up position beside me.
“Why are you asking questions?” I reply. “Teach is about to blow the whistle.”
“It’s dodgeball. Not the army.”
I chuckle, grateful that Kara is finally looking a bit brighter after Kit’s death. She has been a ghost of her former self lately.
It won’t last, though. Kit’s funeral is soon, and that will hit us all like a sledgehammer.
“You need to be less obvious,” Ava points out. “Now is not the time to be out in the open. Not while Liam is missing.”
Hayley stretches her arms overhead, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, rumors are flying about his disappearance.”
“Rumors fly regardless,” I reply. “Everyone knows Liam beat me up for fucking his girlfriend.”
“Well, maybe not fucking, but definitely flirting,” Kara responds, tightening her ponytail. Black tendrils frame her face as she continues, “Liam would never openly admit his girlfriend is cheating on him.”
I scoff. “There’s not a chance the entire football team kept their lips sealed. Trust me, the truth is out there.”
“You’re quoting The X-files now.”
Pulling a face, I open my mouth to reply, but the whistle blows before I can get a word out, and a ball comes flying at my face. I duck at the last minute.
Miles.
Stupid fucker.
He smirks threateningly, walking backward a few steps. His blonde hair is on the longer side and pushed back with a red headband. It makes him look like a dweeb.
That’s pretty much how the game goes. Miles has it out for me, and I have it out for him. Teach blows the whistle several times and shouts at us until I’m sure he’s sporting a migraine and a ticking vein in his temple.
The class finally ends.
Miles walks past me in a cloud of deodorant and sweat, whispering, “If you think we’ll let you anywhere near Keira just because Liam isn’t here, you’re wrong. You don’t want a repeat of what happened last time, do you?”
“Careful, Miles,” I threaten. “Come between Keira and me, and I’ll make you regret it.”
