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She goes even harder, opening her throat and taking me all the way to the back until she gags. Then she does it again, and fuck, I feel my balls start to tighten.
I hold her head and pull her onto me even faster.
"Fuck yes," I growl, and this is the moment I want her to remember from today, when I face-fucked her in the bitch's office.
Not the torment she endured before.
Not the oinking or the waterboarding.
None of that.
I want her to think of today and remember how good it felt to make me come undone.
With Avery's hot mouth around my dick, I rock my hips, her forehead hitting low on my abdomen with every thrust. Then I slam into her one last time and to the stench of charred paper, I spill my cum down her throat.
27
AVERY
Gabe and I stand in a classroom at the front of the Academy, looking out past the curve of a turret that runs alongside the northwest corner of the classroom. Snow sticks to the ground, coating everything in white. The dead lawn, the shrubs, the sidewalks, and the driveway all sit cloaked in white.
A black Cadillac circles the roundabout at the front of the building and parks. We've been waiting here for at least an hour, maybe more, and shouldn't Headmistress have tendered her resignation by now? What is taking her so long?
"What if she goes back on her word?" I ask Gabe before chewing my bottom lip.
We watch as staff members scrape the asphalt and pour bags of road salt across the driveway. For a long moment, we stand there, watching as they work, and he doesn't say anything. Then he takes two fingers to the side of my cheek and turns my head to the right to look over my shoulder at him.
His breath smells like chocolate-coated mint as he looks at me beneath hooded eyes. Dark strands of hair fall into his eyes, but it doesn't seem to bother him as he stares down at me and doesn't blink.
"She will listen," he tells me, his words soft yet confident. "She knows I'll kill her for it if she goes back on her word."
He utters the threat so calmly—like it's a normal thing to discuss taking the life of another human being—but then again, I think, maybe to Gabe it is. Look at where he's been raised. The walls of the Asylum are as cold and unforgiving as the souls that own them. There's no compassion here at Chryseum, despite what my father may think. This land is ruled by an iron fist and a crush of pharmaceuticals. Death is as natural to this place as the fringe mental illness treatments Dr. Boucher and his staff like to inflict.
"What will happen to us?" I ask him, my gaze dipping to his lips with the words.
I want him to kiss me. I need him to kiss me and make it all better. I need him to swear it.
"We will serve our time," he tells me. "We'll graduate in the spring, and then we're free, baby girl. I'll take you anywhere in the world, just name the place."
He winks at me, and I laugh. Surely, he's joking. It's ridiculous.
"With what money are we going to travel the continents, your majesty?" I ask him as my laughter dies.
"I have enough," he answers, his tone completely serious. "I have enough saved for the both of us, for a little while at least. My mother likes to buy my forgiveness, baby girl, and I like to let her do it."
Did he just promise to take me anywhere in the world? My heart ricochets against my ribs, and I don't think I'm ready to consider what his words truly mean yet.
"You never talk about her," I murmur, looking back out the window and the staff scraping the snow with big shiny shovels.
"I never talk about her because there's nothing to talk about," he says. "Your father chose your mother over you, and my mother chose my father over me. It's too late for either of them to make it better, but at least my mother's making reparations for it, I guess."
I swallow the knot tangling at the back of my throat at his words and the pain that's buried there, pain he will never claim as his own.
"I never want to be like my parents," I murmur.
"Then don't," he replies, and I'm not looking at him anymore, but I still know his face when he says it. An insouciant expression and half a grin, like his word is God's and his commandments are the easiest thing in the world to obey.
"I think about it sometimes," I continue, running my fingers through his hair again. "How I'd probably mess up my kids if I had them too."
