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I can’t help the wicked smile that curls my lips.
I want to tell her that it’s my way of ensuring she doesn’t forget who has them as I bend down to collect them and shove them in my pocket, but the words that fall from my lips are very different.
“Spend the day with me.”
Chapter Ten
Remi
Spend the day with me.
The words echo through my blissed-out state of mind.
That was not supposed to happen. But the ache deep inside me is a delicious reminder that it did.
Jesus. Ace isn’t just a dangerous guy... he’s a danger to my sanity.
I press my legs together and smooth out my skirt.
“What’s it gonna be, Princess?” he asks.
“Where will we go?” I can’t believe I ask the question, but it’s not like I can stay in school in a puddle-soaked uniform wearing no panties.
A smirk tips the corner of Ace's mouth. “I have a few ideas.” His eyes drift down my body, lingering on the hem of my skirt. My stomach clenches.
“I’m not going to have sex with you,” I say, lifting my chin in defiance.
His deep chuckle reverberates around the locker room. “Getting ahead of yourself a bit, aren’t you?”
“So you don’t want me?” I’d felt the outline of his cock pressed up against me as he tortured me with his fingers.
Because it was torture.
Sweet, delicious torture that made me float away to some higher place. A place where there was no Michaela and Lylah and their merry band of cheer bitches, no cheating asshole father, or vile men who had a penchant for young girls.
But I couldn’t help but think I was replacing one version of hell for another.
“Promise I won’t end up dead, maimed, or drugged?”
His chuckle deepens as he stalks toward me. Curving a hand around the back of my neck, he drops his face level to mine. “I promise I won’t ever make you do anything you don’t want to.”
“You sound awfully sure of yourself.”
“Trust me when I say, Princess, that when I’m through with you, you’ll be begging for me to give it to you.”
Swatting his chest, I shoulder past him, fighting my own smile. He doesn’t say a word as I reach for the door. Glancing over my shoulder, I try my best to look demure. “Come on then, bad boy, show me a good time.”
“Shit, for real?” His eyes darken with lust.
“Yeah. It’s not like I can stay in school,” my gaze drops to my skirt, slowly lifting back up to meet his intense stare, “and to be honest, I like the idea of rebelling a little.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Ace strides toward me. “Let’s get out of here.”
I’ve always wondered what it would be like to ride a motorcycle. I just never imagined I’d have my maiden voyage on the back of Ace Jagger’s bike, wearing nothing but my Sterling Prep uniform and no fucking panties.
I’m sure there’s probably a law against this kind of thing, but from how fast Ace is riding, I know he doesn’t care.
I’m starting to wonder what, if anything, Ace does care about.
