I want the answer to come from those lips. I want to see the truth in her eyes. She says untouched, but girls lie.
I tighten my grip on her hair until she flinches with pain. “There are other ways we can find out, unicorn. There’s a janitor’s closet three doors down. I can take you in there and find out exactly how inexperienced you are.”
Her eyes flare with heat. “I don’t have any experience. Okay?”
“None?” I narrow my eyes at her. How is that possible? I wonder if she’s one of those religious types. Maybe daddy is a preacher.
“Some of us would rather not spread ourselves around,” she bites out.
“Do you want to call me a whore or a slut, Harper?” I tip her head back, extending her throat. I can’t wait to mark it up. Her pulse flutters.
She swallows. “If the shoe fits.”
I smile and relax my hold on her hair. “Me and my boys have gotten around, but don’t let that put you off. We always wrap it. We have plans for you, my unicorn.”
I release her, and she shuffles back into her seat to face the front again. Her hand lifts like she’s going to touch her hair, but she stops. Her eyes flick to me and her hand falls to her desk.
“Curiouser and curiouser,” I mutter.
The teacher enters and begins the lesson.
I scoot my desk closer to hers and trap her in. “How about your breasts?”
“Excuse me?” she whispers, offended.
“Anyone get to second base? Seen ’em? Felt ’em? Sucked ’em?” I raise an eyebrow at her.
Her face flushes a light pink. “No.”
“No?” My eyebrows draw together. What the fuck is with this girl? “Have you ever touched a cock?”
She shakes her head, once again trying to pay attention to the teacher.
“Fuck, Harper. Have you ever kissed a guy?”
Her cheeks deepen in shade, and she shakes her head again.
“Did you grow up in a convent?” The religious angle has to be it.
She turns her face toward me and gives me the most wicked, disparaging look that makes my cock twitch to attention.
“No, I didn’t grow up in a convent. I grew up in this school where if I didn’t want to be cornered by one of you assholes, I had to keep my head down and do absolutely nothing noteworthy. Only to find out the very reason you all want me now is the very thing that should have kept you away from me.”
I grin. How can I not? The girl’s got spunk. She’s not going to bend to our will easily. Most girls cave easily. It just means she’s got a slightly harder shell to get through. A challenge, but we’re up for it.
She purses her lips and faces the front again.
I lean in to whisper. “I promise we’ll correct that error as soon as possible.”
She raises her hand. “May I go to the bathroom?”
Mr. Flack looks startled by her question before nodding. “Take the pass.”
She stands and runs her hand over the back of her skirt before walking away from me.
Does her ass hurt from the spanking? I wait until she’s escaped before raising my hand.
“Mr. Flack, may I go to the bathroom?”
