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“Stop it. Stop it!”
He pressed the bat right between my legs. He smiled. “You’re in my way, little fighter.”
“What are you talking about?”
He inched up closer, and the air seeped from my lips. “And I don’t like it when things are in my way.”
I had no idea what he was talking about.
His bat didn’t stop.
He moved slow with it, and my thighs trembled around it. My legs hugged the wood, and I swallowed hard. “Why are you doing this?”
He didn’t stop, and I gasped when he was mere inches away from my pussy.
I throbbed. He was too close, and my teeth clacked when his hard body pressed against me. I’d dampened his dress shirt, the white material clinging to his hard chest. He noticed me staring at it and chuckled. “You like what you see?” he asked, his bat tap, tap, tapping between my quivering thighs. “Let’s see how you like this.”
My hips arched when he grazed my pussy, and I shot my head forward again.
He dodged it only too easily, angling his head away. The flick and sway of all that blond across his eyes only made him too sexy, and I hated myself for the thought.
I hated I wet my lips.
I hated I drenched over his bat like some psychopath, trembling as much from fear as something else I didn’t like.
My nails bit into my secured fists as he rubbed that bat into my sex, his name falling breathily from my mouth.
He noticed.
He noticed a lot of things as he played. He smirked. “You like this,” he said, a statement. He eyed me, that lovely face so beautiful and wicked. “How much do you like it?”
He rubbed me again, rubbed me faster, harder. I shoved at him, but eventually I slacked, my teeth biting my lips. My nipples beaded bullet hard. I actually tried to rub them against him, but couldn’t with how he held my arms.
“Dorian…”
That was when he stopped, full-on stopped. He pulled the bat from between my legs, leaving my thighs quaking beneath me. He hooked an arm above my head, his face washed of his wicked grins. His gaze smoldered. “You’re to leave my school. I want you out.”
I scanned his eyes, disoriented.
Unable to freaking breathe.
I still felt his bat between my legs, the rapid heat. “What?”
He chuckled like I’d said something funny, twirling the bat before touching it beside my head. “You’re making a lot of noise for me. Getting in my way. You’re to leave my school.” He tipped my chin with the bat. “You don’t want the alternative.”
I didn’t know what the fuck he was talking about, making noise for him? What the fuck?
He didn’t say, but he did let go. My back hit the wall with the release, my wrists red and prickling from where his digits had pinched into me.
“You don’t own this school.” That was the only thing I could come up with. He didn’t own this school.
He looked at me like he did.
He smiled at me as if it were so, a dark smile, a foreboding smile. He pointed that bat at me. “You either don’t exist in this school or I make it so.” He lifted his hand. “Your choice.”
He touched the bat to his shoulder, waltzing out of the pool room. I touched my head back to the wall, looking up.
What the fuck just happened?
