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“She’s lying!” Haley interjects again. She stays sitting down, but she can’t help defending herself. “Stop lying, you fucking harpy!”
“Language,” I tell her sternly. One look her way and she retreats against her seat. I put a reassuring hand on Ivy’s shoulder. “Are you alright?”
“I’m okay,” she huffs. “But Miss Stewart needs to be punished. I have no choice but to take her to Ms. Moore’s office in the morning.”
Haley is up in a split second. “No, please.” Instead of talking to Ivy, she turns to me. “I didn’t…I…” She shakes her head, her words getting stuck in her throat.
“You know what you did, girl. Stop this charade.” Ivy’s venom is back but she doesn’t act on it since I’m here.
“Sister Ivy,” I say softly. “Why don’t you go rest? I’ll take care of Miss Stewart.” From the corner of my eyes, I see Haley take a step back and shake her head some more. I keep my gaze on Ivy. “Trust me, I will make sure she learns her lesson.”
She must like the darkness in my voice because she gives me a small smile. “Thank you, Mr. Hayes. And good luck.”
I walk her out of the chapel and watch her go before I turn around and close the door. From the other end of the aisle, Haley is looking at me, the fear of God in her eyes. Well, not God. Me.
I take one step forward just to watch her take one back. I stop and a crooked smile spreads on my face. “Let’s not play this game, Miss Stewart.”
Her hands fist her long gown, and she finally finds her voice again. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Then why don’t you come over here and tell me what happened exactly.”
“Right,” she scoffs. “So you can put your hands on me again? Fuck you. You’re all the same.”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “Now, that’s not very nice. You seemed to love my hands on you yesterday.” I lick my lips. “Oh no, you’re right. It was my mouth.”
Her cheeks redden in the best way, and I just want to touch her soft skin to see if it’s as hot as how I feel.
“I just want to talk about what happened.” I spread my legs shoulder wide and cross my arms over my chest. “Come here.”
Her lip curls. “And what if I don’t?”
“Well. Then, I chase you, I catch you, and I spank you.”
I watch her throat work as she attempts to swallow.
“I hate you,” she whispers as she takes a first step toward me. I hate myself too when I notice I’m disappointed that she didn’t try to escape me.
I don’t say anything until she’s right in front of me.
“And yet it doesn’t stop you from getting wet for me. Should I check now?” She goes to step away, but I grab her arm, keeping her where she is. “Tsk, tsk. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Don’t fucking touch me,” she hisses. “You’re a bastard, a creep, you—”
Keeping her in my hold, I cup her pussy harshly through her nightgown. I force the tips of my fingers against her entrance, pressing hard and almost pushing in.
She inhales sharply, trying to step back. Too bad she can’t go anywhere. When I finally pull my hand away, the thin white material shows the wetness I gathered with it.
“I might be a bastard and a creep, but if you like it so much, is that really a bad thing?”
Cheeks flushed and breathing hard, she fights me some more. “Do women your age not satisfy you, Mr. Hayes? Is that why you keep harassing me?”
I run my tongue against my front teeth, trying to not fall for her attempt at making me angry. “Stop fighting me. I just want to help. What happened with Sister Ivy?”
“I don’t want your help. I don’t need anyone to help me. Especially not you.”
“So stubborn you are, Miss Stewart. Would my cum down your throat make you a little sweeter maybe?”
Her eyes narrow at me and in a sudden movement her hand comes to my slacks, grabbing my hardening dick through my pants.
