Page 29 of Silver Tears

“And three.” I jab my finger in his chest. “If she makes my life hell, then you’ll pay for it.”

He snickers and before I can protest, he grabs me and twists us so that it’s my back to the bookshelves and he’s crowding me in. “Now, now, Mills. I’m in charge here and don’t you forget it. If I say you kneel at my feet and kiss my shoes, you do it. If I tell you to walk behind me to and from class and carry my books, you do it.” My breath hitches in my throat when he trails a hand up my right leg and up under my skirt. “If I say we have an audience and you need to close your eyes and tip your head back and look like you’re having the best time, then you do it.”

I side glance down the aisle of books and spot a girl giving us a furtive look as she browses the shelf before her. Biting on the inside of my mouth, I tip my head back and close my eyes. Seb presses barely there kisses along my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. His hand climbs higher under my skirt, pausing just before my knickers. He draws gentle circles along my skin. I moan out loud. “Good girl,” Seb whispers in praise and my mind must be seriously fucked up because him calling me a good girl gives me fanny flutters. I grasp his blazer as he sucks the skin on my neck into his mouth.

“You give me a hickey and I’ll chop your balls off,” I warn him breathlessly. Half of me wants him to stop while the other half screams at him to mark my skin. Yes, it’s official. I am seriously fucked in the head.

“You like it when I call you good girl, don’t you?” He throatily whispers in my ear. “Do you like to be controlled, Mills?”

“No,” I protest weakly. My subconscious screaming at me somewhere from the back of my hazy mind.

Seb chuckles into my ear. “I think you do. I think you’d love nothing more than to be tied up, owned, and subdued.” I whimper at his words and suddenly he’s gone. I don’t register it for a few seconds, lost in the haze. When I open my eyes, he’s leaning against the bookshelves opposite, arms folded. He watches me with a shit-eating smirk on his face. “Our riveted audience has gone.” He winks at me. “This was fun, Mills. I’ll meet you at your locker later. Oh, and remember, I want your arms around my neck and your lips on mine the minute you meet me.” He saunters off, whistling without a care in the world. He leaves me red-faced, breathless, and aching. Slowly, the lustful fog dissipates, and my anger surfaces. The fucker. I fell right under his spell, and he stands there like it’s nothing. His kisses and touches almost made me forget my name. I clench my fists and fight the urge to scream in frustration. I hate Seb Collings and his sexy fucking lips.

MILLY

By the time the end of the day comes around, I’m in a foul mood. Head down, I collect my things from my locker and make my way to the Aces lockers. He’s there clowning around with Rafe without a care in the world. I wonder if he’s ever had to worry about anything in his cosy and protected world.

“Here she is, my queen of spades.” He holds his hands out and beckons me with his fingers, smiling like the cat that got the cream.

“Hey,” I say, my voice light and easy. A harsh comparison to how I feel inside. I play the doting girlfriend and standing on my tiptoes, I wrap my arms around his neck. He wants a kiss; well, he’s going to get one. I press my lips against his and when he responds, I slip my tongue into his mouth and brush it against his. His eyes widen in surprise, and he groans into my mouth as he deepens the kiss. It’s hot. I know it and he knows it. I pull away and he reluctantly lets me go.

“Get a room.” A guy shouts from across the hall. Seb glares at him and gives him the finger. “Shut it, fucker,” he warns.

“Wow, is it hot in here?” Eliza asks Archer, fanning her face. Archer pulls her into his side and kisses her head.

“We’re hotter, Scarlet.”

And they are, because those two are the real deal. The way they look at each other, it’s what people write books about. Seb throws an arm over my shoulder from behind and rests his chin on the top of my head. “Cute as fuck, isn’t it? What they have.”

I nod my head silently. That had been what I’d wanted with Ryan, but looking back now, I can see he only ever had one agenda, and that was to have sex with me. He soon lost interest when I wouldn’t put out. “What are you doing tonight?”

Seb clears his throat and unwraps himself from me. “Do we have that business to attend to tonight, Arch?”

The three boys all exchange glances. An unspoken conversation taking place between them that only they understand. “We do.”

It makes me wonder what the heck they are up to. I’ve heard all the rumours, about people who have crossed the society ending up battered and broken or disappearing in the blink of an eye. They are dangerous. They might be eighteen-year-old boys, but they are not to be messed with.

“What about you?”

I snicker. “Well, if my brothers don’t lock me up and throw away the key, I’m getting the bus to Droyton to see my brother.”

He frowns. “You shouldn’t be bussing it there and back. It isn’t safe.”

I shrug his comment off. I’m a big girl and I can look after myself. “I’m fine. It’s not like I haven’t done it many times.”

He pulls out his phone. “Text me the address now and when I’m done, I’ll come get you.”

“Honestly, I’m fine,” I argue. I don’t need him rescuing me.

He narrows his eyes at me and waits. Rolling my eyes, I pull my phone out and text him the address. Satisfied, he reaches for me and pulls me into his arms. “There’s my good girl.”

He’s teasing me about earlier, I know it, but it still causes my breath to quicken. When we walk out of the school doors, I notice everyone appears to be hanging back, as if they are waiting for something. When I look ahead, I realise why.

“Oh, fuck!” I exclaim, my face paling in dread. There, parked up and leaning against the bonnet of his car, is Luca. “Wait here,” I tell Seb, pressing a hand on his chest to make him stop.

He shakes his head, looking over my shoulder at the shit storm awaiting him. “It’s okay, precious. I can handle this.” He takes my hand in his and pushes forward.

I glance at my brother, trying to fathom how mad he is. Okay, he’s furious.

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