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That catches my attention. Smirking, I crowd her against the lockers, enjoying the startled but challenging look on her face.
“You want my attention again, daisy?” It comes out as a deep, threatening rasp. “Is that what you really want?”
Her mouth sets in a firm line. “Don’t call me daisy.”
I grab her waist tight, shoving a knee between hers to keep her pinned in place. Her legs clench together around my thigh and she buries her teeth in her lip, holding herself as far away from me as she can. A dark chuckle rolls through me. I trace my bottom lip with my tongue as I study her face for every reaction.
“Are you sure? Because the way you’re squirming on my leg suggests otherwise. You like it when I pay attention to you, even if I make it hurt.” Her face flushes and I edge closer, pinning her whole body with mine. A faint sound escapes her, but she lifts her chin stubbornly. The feel of her soft chest is familiar and draws a growl from me. “People say I’m a bad boy. Shouldn’t that make you want to run instead of rub your pussy on me hoping I’ll get you all dirty again?”
This close, her intoxicating floral and coconut scent tempts me to repeat what happened at the party a few weeks ago. Make fresh marks on her to remind her of me long after. Fuck, as soon as I allow the memories in, I’m drowning in her all over again.
“Fox,” she whispers hoarsely.
Watching her face closely, my grasp flexes on her waist and I move my leg so it connects with the apex of her thighs. Her breath catches and she shudders. She digs her fingers into my shirt and manages to shove away from me by bucking her hips and twisting out of the hold I had on her. The only reason she gets away is because I’m momentarily impressed she handled herself so well when I had her cornered against the lockers.
The door to the bathroom a few feet away slams shut once she flies through it and a bark of laughter bursts from me at how easy she is to predict. But she doesn’t get to run from me. I’m not done with her yet.
Not after she looked at me with all that forbidden want in her hazel eyes.
Stalking down the hall like a nightmare come to life, I follow her into the bathroom. It’s straight out of a swanky hotel instead of a high school, with wood paneled stalls and granite countertops. Nothing like the grimy public schools I was bounced through in the system before the DuPonts came along.
“You finally figured out you should run when I’m around. Too bad I wasn’t finished,” I say as the door shuts ominously behind me.
Maisy jumps in surprise by the row of sinks. “Dude, this is the girls’ room. You can’t—”
“Well isn’t this a familiar scene for us.”
While she’s caught up, I move, herding her. It cuts off her protest. She backs up twice for every one of my long strides. The edge of my mouth curls up when I have her where I want her, trapped in the far stall.
“I go wherever the hell I want.”
Maisy’s throat works on a swallow. She keeps a wary eye on me as I advance on her until her back hits the wall, my chest brushing hers. I can feel the rise and fall with each of her breaths. She’s not backing down still. Interesting.
“You should get out of here. It’s almost the end of the period. Someone will see you.”
“Yeah?” I grab her throat, enjoying the flash in her eyes. There’s something dark and depraved deep inside her that likes it when I’m controlling, dominant, and demanding. “You should be trying harder to get away from me right now.” Leaning in, I brush my lips against the corner of her mouth. “I dare you to scream.”
She jerks against me, whipping her head to the side. She speaks to the wall. “You’re so messed up.”
“Only because you made me this way,” I mutter as I bury my nose against her temple, inhaling her sweet floral scent.
I shouldn’t want you at all…but part of me still does.
My heart thumps and I cover the ragged breath that knocks out of me by pressing into her, taking her wrists and wrestling them over her head. I hold them in one hand and put my lips to the shell of her ear as she struggles and wriggles.
“Is that fight real or fake, baby?” I nip at her lobe and plant a hand next to her hip, tracing the edge of her plaid skirt. “Funny how you aren’t screaming for me to stop. So either you want me to take whatever I want from you, or…”
I trail off and her expression says it all when I peer down at her. Defiant, but underneath it there’s a hunger burning in her pretty eyes. One that calls to the same insatiable lust brimming inside me, making my dick hard.
It shouldn’t. This girl destroyed me once.
I let her in that night at the party and used her body because it was a good cover. A moment of weakness I allowed because hating her in person rather than from afar was its own form of agony.
Yet my cock stiffens and I’m filled with the desire to taste her mouth, to swallow those breathy sounds she makes when she’s close to coming. It’s the one line I haven’t crossed.
“If you were really going to hurt me, you would’ve done it by now.” She’s only half confident, but she stares me down. “I’m not afraid, so do your worst.”
She’s right.
