Page 11 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

We both laugh. She tries to duck under me to move away, but I grab her and pull her body to mine, causing her to let out a squeal of excitement. I maneuver her back onto my lap all while ignoring the hard-on under my jeans while managing not to stab her with it, like the gentleman I am.

“I’ll train you, then you won’t have anything to worry about.” I tuck her into me and her arms wrap around my torso instinctively as she squeezes.

“Thank you.” The breath of relief that follows her appreciation mends a part of my shattered heart I wasn’t aware could be fixed.

For the first time in over five years, I find myself wanting to see what it would be like if it were whole again. Despite all my scars, I think this girl could find a way to make my dejected heart even better than before.

Chapter 5

We’ve been in Russia for a little over three days and I watch as Evie fidgets with her bedding for the tenth time during our conversation. She’s bored and irritated. While I know Alexi’s intentions for us to always be with her were out of a twisted sort of love, I also know my friend isn’t going to last much longer like this. Which means, it’s time for my plan to begin.

Checking the time, I know in about five minutes Alexi is going to message for an update.

Perfect.

Shooting a risque text to Arrow that I know will grab his attention, I begin my mini mission I’ve named ‘help Evie see her boyfriend is being crazy without anyone knowing I planned the whole thing’. It’s a little long, but hey, I can only be so creative.

“What do you want to do today, girl?” I ask, my fake cheery smile on for the world to see.

She sighs, and I can tell she’s working her way up to telling me to fudge off. “Not to be rude, but I kinda want to be alone today.”

Arrow responds at the perfect time, and I shoot off a reply before smiling at my friend. It dings again almost immediately. At this point, I’m not even pretending to smile. Not only did this man take the bait, but his dirty talk is next level. I’m squirming in my seat after just a few messages.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” Evie asks, and I hand her the phone with one minute to spare.I should really get an award for this.

I started our conversation with a picture of my ass in a bright pink thong and freshly manicured nails.

Laney: Do you think this goes well with my new nails?

Arrow: I want to paint those cheeks of yours red with my handprint, baby girl.

Laney: I prefer a flogger, though your hands do have a wide span, maybe they will feel better.

I love playing these little games with him. He’s great with conversations about normal stuff, but these messages are ones that have me wanting to beg for a flight back to the island.

Arrow: That’s it, I’m on the next flight out to Russia. Boris can shove his orders to stay here up his ass.

I have no idea why he would be following Boris’ orders, but maybe the mafia leader has more pull than I’m aware of. Either way, we both know there is no next flight out. But the thought of him dropping everything just to come here and smack my ass has me all tingly.

Laney: Well, we don’t want to get caught, sir. I could be expelled.

I know it’s not against the rules to be with a teacher, but I also like the idea of sneaking around with him. Just the thought of blowing him under his desk while the students take a test in the same room has me nearly dripping. I shift to keep myself from making a mess.

Arrow: Oh, my dirty girl, I’m the Dean. I can assure you, you’ll be staying right here within my reach for as long as I can keep you.

I watch as Evie reads our messages, and the girl who’s literally having sex with three men blushes before my eyes. Then I hear the ping, right on the dot. When Evie’s eyes narrow, I know she’s seen what I need her to.

I quickly explain that her boyfriend is an overprotective a-hole. I don’t have to go into much detail because she knows him and his antics. Before I know it, I’m heading out of her room and praying for the poor man that’s about to come running.

My phone chimes again, reminding me I have a very steamy conversation to return to.

Arrow: You busy touching that pretty pussy and thinking of me?

Laney: Who says I’m thinking of you?

I know what I’m doing, so I rush to my room. Sure enough, the moment the door locks behind me, a video request pops up. I ignore it only long enough to send him a private link. After a minute he starts to call again and I stare at him for a moment before answering. The sight of him in his bed with his arm tucked behind his head, his hair freshly wet from a shower, has me pressing the green circle way sooner than I would for anyone else. He’s so fucking hot it’s unreal.

I quickly lay on the bed and lift up my skirt while the connection loads. His eyes light up when he sees me with my hand inside my pink lace thong.

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