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SIXTEEN
Xander
My phone buzzes and I check the screen, seeing a text pop up.
Windsor:We need to talk.
Scowling, I stare at the text message. What does this asshole want now—aren’t I doing enough?As it were, I’m managing his current, sinister event, this ridiculous scavenger hunt. I’ve been watching the screens, flipping between two sets of live feeds: the horrific and the haunting. The things Windsor is inciting these students to do...
Even Hell isn’t good enough for this man.
Using a secret staircase, I swipe a hidden panel open with my thumb and jog back toward my office. So far, only a handful of students have tried to escape—they were immediately shot, or succumbed to the elements left over from their first night here. Regardless of their demise, the guards know what to do with the bodies. My stomach rolls at the thought, but I don’t have time to act like a weakling.Loved ones’ lives are at stake,I remind myself as I turn into my office.
And freeze.
To my left, halfway up the wall of shelves behind my desk, is a student climbing to the top, her golden hair bright under the recessed lighting. Rage, lust, and shock course through me all at once. Of course, it’s Remington—the world is obviously out to get me. Of all the students who could have magically found the secret location of my office, it had to beher.
Searching for a semblance of calm, I drawl, “Students aren’t supposed to be in here, Ms. Radcliffe.” My words halt her progress, startling the girl as I saunter over. My eyes are now directly level with her luscious ass, the backs of her toned thighs still decorated with red stripes from the punishment she suffered under my own hands. The anger I tried to tamp down roars to life at the sight—and my lack of control. “Get down.” Reaching up with both hands, I celebrate that I’m able to keep my voice calm as I grasp her slim waist, internally groaning, and yank her off the shelf. “This room isn’t for students.”
Of course, she doesn’t even blink at my reiteration. “Too bad. I’m not leaving—you have something I want. That Ineed.”
Her words are intentionally sassy, making me want to spank her ass, but I restrain myself as I stare down at her, imagining all the things I could do to her. “And what would that be, princess?”
In my head, a sick fantasy is playing out where she asks me to bend her over my desk and fuck her until we both pass out, but in reality, she asserts pointing behind her, “That key up there.”
It takes me a moment to process what she wants. Tipping my head back, I spy the golden key I haphazardly tossed up there and forgot since no student was ever supposed to find my office, let alonethat. Remington certainly is more resourceful than she looks. I’m under strict orders not to let that key out of my sight, but fuck Windsor and his little games. Why even have something available for students if they can’t have it? So Remi will get the key, but everything has a cost here at Bitterwood—and I’m just enough of a monster to demand one from her. “Clever girl. You can have it for a price.”
Panic flares briefly over her delicate features. “What price?”
Reaching forward, I close the distance between us and snag a curl between fingers, giving it a light tug as a wicked grin pulls my lips in satisfaction. “I’ll give you the key, princess, but you’re going to have toearnit.”
She doesn’t ask for clarification—we both know what I’m asking for—but I’ve decided to let her take the reins. Of course, she doesn’t know this, but whatever Remi does will beherchoice. She won’t be able to say I forced her to do anything, even though I easily can.
“Fine.”
My cock twitches at her mouthy acquiesce. “The ball’s in your court, princess.” My voice is the antithesis to the fire raging in my blood as I stare down at the glorious blonde before me.
“What do you want me to—”
I put a finger to her lips, abruptly cutting off her words as I drag my eyes over her lithe, curvy frame once more. “What price are you willing to pay?” My question hangs in the air between us as I drag my finger back and forth over her full, bottom lip.
Remington stares up at me with her big, baby blue eyes, and I want nothing more than to knock everything off my desk, spread her upon it, andfeast. The little minx darts her tongue out to lick her lips—and my finger—and I wonder what she’ll do. How much of herself will she give to me? My cock is ready to explode, and I’ve barely even touched her, so I make small talk to regain some control over my body. “What are you going to do with the key, princess?”
She shrugs. “Unleash whatever terrible thing it unlocks that you and everyone else in this hellhole will turn a blind eye to.”
Her words are like a gut punch, but she’s right—this placeisa hellhole, and I will turn a blind eye—but I have no choice. I have to protect Bianca. Besides, surprisingly, this key unlocks something rather benign in comparison to Windsor’s other “prizes”. That is, if Remi finds the key’s counterpart, which is another reason I don’t feel terribly guilty for going against Principal Dickhead’s orders. There’s little chance Remington will find what the key goes to. So, I’ll be safe from Windsor’s wrath but still claim my reward from the blonde before me.
All thought flees my head as Remi sinks to her knees. My dick roars back to uncontrollable life, and I bite back a curse as she becomes eye level with my pants’ zipper. I close my eyes and groan as she expertly strokes me over my slacks. My heart races as I watch her slowly lower the zipper, her tongue dancing out to lick up the jagged edges teasingly. Fuck… I might have made a mistake in demanding she earn the damned key. My hands involuntarily twist into the curls pulled back into a high ponytail behind her head, halting her movements.
“Please,Professor Vaughn,” she begs breathlessly, leaning in toward me.
My hold on her hair balances me as my head swims at her words. Fisting the curly blond tresses roughly, I yank her head back. “You have no idea what you’re playing at, princess.” My words are meant to be a warning, but sound more like a plea, pissing me off.
Remington sends me a smug smile as she pulls out my dick. “I knowexactlywhat I’m playing at.”
Before I can argue,she fucking swallows me whole. Instinctively, my other hand snakes out to wrap around her throat and squeezes, but even then, she doesn’t gag. Moaning into my length, she takes it all, bobbing her head back and forth. Her tongue licks on the underside of my cock as her teeth score the sides, the small pinpricks of pain heightening my pleasure. She stops abruptly, pulling back until my dick pops out of her mouth with a loud, echoing sound. A string of saliva connects her lips to the tip of my pulsing head.
“Bring down the key,” she demands, making my jaw drop open.
