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Neo’s head shakes in slow and steady movements as we stare each other down. “Mr. Collins,” he says, turning his head toward the teacher at the front of the class, who is pretending to ignore this confrontation. “Do we allow students to speak this way?”
“No, Mr. Saint. It’s against policy to use such language.”
“I agree with you. And I think you’ll agree that Scarlett should be penalized for having such a dirty little mouth.”
“Well…umm…what do you suggest, Mr. Saint?”
This is seriously disturbing. Since when do teachers ask students what another student's punishment should be? I’d speak up, but I worry it’ll do more harm than good.I’m not one to keep my mouth shut when I have something to say. Is this what my dad meant when he said The Academy will reshape me? If so, it’s working.
Neo assesses me, eyes dragging up and down my body. “After-school detention will do.”
Mr. Collins nods in agreement with Neo. “Ms. Sunder, please see me after class and we’ll discuss your punishment, and if you have another outburst that insults one of your classmates, I’ll be notifying the headmaster.”
“That won’t be necessary, sir.”
I drop into my chair, sulking but glad to be out of the limelight. Neo appears to be pleased. After all, he orchestrated this, as he does with everything.
“Detention?” I grumble under my breath. “That’s the best you could do?”
Neo reaches under the table and grabs my thigh, squeezing. His fingertips dig into my meaty flesh so hard it hurts, but I don’t tell him so. “Detention is just the beginning.” In an attempt to jerk my leg away, he tightens his hold. “What’s the matter, Scar? Am I hurting you?”
His hand slides farther up my skirt and my stomach somersaults. “No. Your touch is repulsing me.” I shift again, but his reach extends.
Mr. Collins shuts off the lights and begins playing a slideshow about the birth of American poetry, but Neo’s attention is solely on me. Even Crew and Jagger are watching, or at least, pretending to be. Maybe that’s what Neo wants. For them to sit by idly while he slowly breaks me—afraid to stand up to him, afraid to disagree with what he’s doing.
When Neo finds my panties, my heart begins racing. Leaning close, he whispers, “Be afraid, Scar. I’m thirsty for your fear.” Suddenly, he’s under my panties. Beads of sweat break out on my forehead and my mind is paralyzed. With two fingers, he pinches my clit. There is nothing gentle about what he’s doing. He pinches so hard I have to cover my mouth out of fear I’ll make a scene.
With his head bolted to the side of my head while I stare at my book, I shake my head no, knowing he senses my disdain.
With my free hand, I try to pull him out of my skirt, but we’re at war when our hands hit the underside of the table.
“What are you two doing?” Crew asks.
Neo ignores him and I don’t dare lift my eyes.
Jagger plays dumb, but I know he can see the shakes and shifts of my body.
I lick my lips before settling further into my seat. I’m not sure why I do it. Spite, maybe? Or it could be that I’m just plain stupid. But when Neo curls his fingers at my entrance, I fall victim. I give up my fight and let him dip inside me. He wants to get me off—make me cry out for everyone to hear. Neo loves throwing attention at me because he knows how much I hate it. But, I won’t do it. I have willpower.
He’s so close. His chest is practically resting against my shoulder. His watchful eyes are still on me. A glance out of my peripheral confirms it. He’s watching my mouth. Waiting for a whimper to part my lips.
My chest rises then crashes as he goes deeper, while my hand grips his arm. If I remove it, he’ll think I’m giving in, and we can’t have that.
I can feel the dampness of my arousal sticking to my thighs, so I know he feels it, too.
“Give in to it, Scar. You know you want to.” His words part my hair, whispering against my neck.
I shake my head. “Uh-uh,” I groan, lips pressed together tightly.
“Jagger,” Neo says in a hushed tone, “hold Scar’s leg.”
I look at Jagger, shaking my head no, but he reaches over and places his hand on my thigh, firmly holding me in place. He knows exactly what’s going on, even if he’s pretending to watch the slideshow.
Neo pushes deeper, causing me to slide down on the chair. My legs part instinctively and I hate that I don't pull them back together.
My tongue darts out, wetting my lips, and I grab Jagger’s arm. His fingertips move in slow movements, caressing the meaty flesh of my thigh.
I spread my legs farther for Neo, thankful the lights are off. But when I bump Jagger’s knee, I steal his attention again. A second later, his flickered glance returns to the slideshow.
