Page 25 of Swamp Princess

“No. Why would I do that?”

“You will come with me or I will toss you over my shoulder and that way will be less fun for you.”

“I’m not going with you.” I stand my ground, hoping he will leave me alone.

“Fine, have it your way.” I try to back up as he moves closer to me and grabs me by the knees, tossing me over his shoulder. His hand comes up to rest on my ass and for a moment, the shock freezes me before I snap at him.

“Get your hand off my ass.”

“No, don’t move unless you want everyone to see up your skirt.”

“I’m going to bite you.” I threaten.

A hard smack on my ass actually sends tears to my eyes. “Do it and I will put you over my knee and spank you.”

“You wouldn’t.” but even as the words leave my mouth, I have a feeling he would, so I don’t move and let him take me wherever we are going. More curious now as to what he is doing and why he decided to remove me from class.

With my ass in the air and the sting from his hand still prickling my skin, I don’t move. It doesn’t take long before he sets me down and I find myself in an empty classroom.

“What do you want, Remington?” I move to a seat and sit down. I look at him as he moves to sit in front of me.

“I’m curious about you.” He leans on the seat in front of me and crosses his arms. Even in uniform he is disgustingly handsome. I know he works out and even in the uniform, I can see the muscles that are covered.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s just like I said, I’m curious about you. I want to know why you applied to this school and why you came. Who are you? What do you want?”

His question throws me off balance. I don’t know why he is asking but I answer him anyway.

“I want something better for my life. Something away from the swamps.” I look at him and watch him process my answer. I wonder what he is thinking. His expression is not giving me info.

“What do you want for your life, princess?” Remington quirks an eyebrow, showing his interest which is strange.

“I want everything out of life that I can get. I want to make enough money to never step into the swamps again.” I’ve never said that sentence out loud before, but now that I have, I mean it. I don’t want to ever be back in the swamps.

I want to leave and never look back. Which means if Blaise doesn’t come when I am ready then ultimately, I will have to be without him. That is not something that I want, but I also will not risk the life I am striving for, especially if he keeps putting distance between us.

“Good answer, and I’m almost jealous.” I almost laugh out loud at the seriousness of his answer. Instead, I stand, intent on leaving.

“Are you jealous of me? I don’t think so. You are fed from a silver platter and get whatever you want with a carefully crafted future to look forward to. Why are you suddenly getting bored of daddy’s money?” I don’t mean to sound bitter.

He stands so fast and has me trapped against a wall before I even realize what is happening. “You have no idea what it is like.” Remington is breathing hard and has me pressed against a wall. “You don’t realize how free you really are, swamp rat.”

I hate that name and it explodes and smack his face. His head whips back and his eyes are blazing when they meet mine again.

“I hate that fucking nickname.” Remington opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. He glares down at me. I don’t move and I don’t back down.

“You are definitely something else.” He bends down closer to my face with a smirk on his. His mouth crashes to mine, taking me completely by surprise. His kiss is not a kiss like I am used to with Blaise. It is demanding and bruising.

I feel like he is sucking all the air out of me into him before funneling it back into my body. He grips my waist and I let him. I’m allowing him to kiss me which is something I toss aside for the moment. I don’t want to think about it.

All I can feel is him and his mouth. Remington smells like sin and sex and it is making my head spin.

“God, you taste incredible.” He mumbles before he kisses me again, pressing his body against mine. I am feeling things with him touching me that I never thought I would ever feel where it considered the three of these assholes, but I am melting against him, allowing him to deepen the kiss.

Remington kisses with emotion, ones that are easily picked up on, surprise, hate, frustration and lust. He doesn’t understand what he wants either and I think him kissing me surprises him as much as it surprised me.

He pulls away after a while and we stare at each other for a moment. “Why?” I want to know why he kissed me, why he gripped my waist the way he did.

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