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“I won’t swear on Maddie’s life because her life is too precious to be bartered with, but I will swear on everything else. I don’t have it. I gave you the keys back and assumed they were all there. If they’re not, it means someone stole it from my room or you lost it.”
“Definitely didn’t lose it.”
“Then someone came into my room and stole that key and that thought freaks me the fuck out.”
Dozens of scenarios play out in my mind, and each one has my blood pumping faster. Someone broke into her room. They could have watched her sleep. Followed her to the showers. Went through her belongings. If I find out any guy in this place so much as touched a hair on her head, I will destroy them. I will watch the tears roll down their cheeks, savoring each drop as I chop off their fingers one by one.
Outside of this place, Scar isn’t mine. She never was. Probably never will be. But at this Academy, she belongs to us. We brought her here for a purpose. Our plans carefully laid out. Her body, our oyster.Ours.I can barely stand the thought of Jagger and Neo touching her, let alone a stranger.
“Crew,” she says softly, snapping me out of my own fucked-up thoughts.
My eyes slide to hers. “No one touches you but us, Scar. If someone is out there trying to toy with you, mark my words, they will pay.”
“No one touches me, period.”
“Is that what you think?” I tip my chin at her. “That I can’t touch you if I want to?”
I drop one hand, pressing it between her clenched thighs. “Tell me to stop, Scar.”
Her nostrils flare. “Stop.”
I don’t. Instead, my hand moves beneath her skirt; only this time, she parts her legs slightly. “You’ve got a free hand now. If you want me to stop, make me.”
Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips. “You know I could. I can scream. Knee you in the balls, punch you, make you bleed, and I know you wouldn’t do anything to stop me. You never do.”
My eyes dance across her wet, plump lips. “Maybe I like it when you hurt me.”
“Good. Because after everything you did to me, I want you to feel pain.” Her tone is placid, void of any emotion, which is unusual for such an expressive girl.
Moving my hand farther up, I cup her crotch, feeling the soft cotton of her damp panties. “I think you get off on hurting me, too.” I smirk. “You’re wet, Scar.”
Humiliation be damned, she tips her head back against the bookshelf and closes her eyes. “Maybe I do.”
“Mmm,” I hum into the crook of her neck. “It seems so.”
My mouth parts slightly, ghosting her skin, ready to feast on her like a vampire in need of a meal. “Fuck, Scar. You smell so good,” I breathe out, my hot breath sending goosebumps spilling down her collarbone.
Dropping her hand that’s pinned over her head, I peel back the shoulders of her flannel and it falls, hanging on the crease of her arms.
My head lifts, eyes burning into her lustful ones. “You’re still not stopping me.”
“I’m waiting for the right moment.” Her tongue drags across her top teeth and my cock twitches.
Engulfed in silence, the only sound is Scar’s heady breaths as her chest rises and falls against mine. She’s enjoying this little game of cat and mouse. In fact, I think she wants me to make my move because she enjoys fighting me off. She’s turned on by the war between us, much like I am.
The tips of my fingers move smoothly beneath the hem of her panties. She draws in a bumpy breath, body quivering.
I lean closer, brushing my mouth against hers. “Make your move, baby.”
Without delay, Scar clamps down on my bottom lip. Her sharp teeth digging into the layer of thin skin. I laugh menacingly while she tugs and bites. “There she is.”
Like a rubber band, she lets go, wearing streaks of my blood as lipstick.
“Is that what you like, Crew? Do you crave the pain?”
Swiping two fingers across my lip, I look at the blood and smirk. In one swift motion, I lift Scar’s skirt, eyes bolted to hers as I push her panties to the side and shove the same two fingers inside her.
Her body jolts, eyes wide with shock.
