Good God.
I watch her closely, completely unable to tear my attention away from her face as pleasure drags low through me, a rough sound leaving my throat while I leave her marked exactly the way I wanted.
She swallows, then lifts her hand to wipe at her eyes, blinking a few times as she tries to clear her vision.
“Oops… naughty me. Looks like I aimed a little too high.” I say, clearly enjoying myself.
She lets out a shaky breath, blinking a few times before looking up at me. “Next time… aim better.”
“Cute.” A faint smirk pulls at my mouth. “There won’t be a next time.” I add, already tucking myself back into my pants like it meant nothing.
Her smile falters almost instantly before she drops her gaze.
“Wow,” she lets out quietly. “You really know how to ruin the mood.”
“Not at all,” I say, amused. “I’m in a great mood.” I shoot her a quick look, the hint of a grin threatening at the corner of my lips. “Who knew that mouth of yours had a better use than talking nonsense.”
“Wow… you really are a jerk,” she says under her breath, frustration slipping through anyway.
“No, I’m not. I’m just not into you,” I add, my tone flat. “Figured this was the easiest way to make you understand.” I spread my hands a little. “And don’t act like a hurt puppy now. It’s not like I forced you. You wanted this just as much as I did.”
She rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed. “Whatever. What did you want to talk about?” she asks, trying to change the subject.
“Oh, right. Congrats… you graduated,” I say casually. “You don’t need lessons anymore.” I pause, watching her reaction. “Consider this your last one.”
“What do you mean,graduated? We’re not in school! I’m paying for every lesson,” she snaps, irritation creeping into her voice. “You can’t just kick me out.”
I brush a strand of hair behind her ear, the gesture soft, almost gentle.
“Yes, I can,” I reply calmly. “It’s my business. I choose my clients.” Then I press a light kiss to her forehead before stepping back. “Now go grab your stuff,” I add, already done with the conversation. “I’ve already called you a taxi. It’s outside—don’t keep him waiting.”
She lets out a short scoff. “No, thanks. I came with Sierra, I’ll leave with her.”
“As you wish,” I reply, unfazed. “But Sierra still has two hours of class left. You’re welcome to wait for her outside.”
“Fine,” she shoots back. “You’d better tell Sierra it’s your fault I didn’t wait for her, asshole.” Then she spins on her heel and marches off toward the locker room, muttering something under her breath the entire way.
“Of course, boss! Anything for you!” I call after her, the reaction almost pulling a laugh out of me.
The door barely closes behind her before my expression settles. Now let’s just hope my crazy brother hasn’t done anything out of line to Sierra. At least not yet. The son of a bitch has the patience of a ticking bomb. And he never waits longer than he has to.
Which means whatever he’s planning… he’s already started.
Chapter 8
Cain
I barely make it back into the pool area when I hear her voice, sharp and cutting through the space.
“Take your hands off me!”
The words barely land before a frantic scream splits through the silence and pulls my focus straight ahead.
Sierra is in the water.
The wrong side of the pool, which is way too deep for her.
She’s flailing, her hands hitting the surface in uneven movements, panic taking over as she tries to keep herself above water, her breaths coming out broken and desperate.
