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Watching me from the shadows is Royal.
“Given how we last met, I’m almost not surprised to find you here,” he tells me, making no effort to move. “And yet, given that Syn has painted a target on your forehead, this really is the last place I’d expect you to be.” He arches an eyebrow. “Did you cheat to get in? Because you really can’t be that stupid.”
Despite everything, the fact that he could accuse me of cheating when I worked my ass off to get accepted here really pisses me off, thankfully causing the adrenaline coursing through my veins to turn into red hot fury.
“Fuck you.” I spit at him.
A sly smile grows on his face. “Did you come all this way just for round two?” He steps out of the shadows. “Do you want my dick buried deep in your pussy again?”
Ignoring the heat that’s pooling between my legs, I keep my back straight and give him my best sneer. “There are few things I want less.”
Royal half laughs, half snorts, and yet somehow, he makes the noise sound somewhat attractive. “I call bullshit, little perv. I can practically smell how hot for me you are right now.”
“Get over yourself. You weren’t even that good,” I tell him, the lie spoken so confidently that even I’m convinced.
Royal opens his mouth, but before he speaks, he grabs my wrist and jerks me towards him. The start of a cry begins to escape me, but as he twists me around, pinning me against his chest, his other hand clamps down over my mouth.
His arms are like a vice, holding me so tightly I can barely move. “Unless you want to be caught, I’d shut up,” he whispers in my ear, just as the main door opens.
Instantly, I freeze. It’s Rich, Nicholas, and the other guy.
“—to be you, Tyler,” Rich is saying, laughing at the third guy.
Tyler shrugs. “Yeah, but my plan is to make anyone who fucks with my hangover clean this place with a feather duster up their ass.”
“I had planned on staying in bed until the festivities tomorrow evening, but that’s a show I could get out of bed for,” Nicholas says then laughs. “Genius, my friend.”
“Wait until after lunch, both of you.” Rich warns them. “The faculty will be here in the morning, taking photos so they can brag about students doing community service or some shit. But after that, do as you will. Get all those neophytes in the aprons of the maid get-up and only that.”
Tyler tilts his head. “Can you imagine Gabrielle in an apron that barely covers her tits and cunt, a feather duster sticking out of her ass as she scrubs the floor?”
“She’ll be cleaning up her own juices as she goes,” Rich barely manages to say before laughing. He drops to his knees, crawling across the floor making exaggerated moans and groans.
As the sound is drowned out by Tyler and Nicholas’ laughter, Royal removes his hand from my mouth.
Even if his arm wasn’t still wrapped around me, holding me against him, I don’t move. I’m barely hidden behind the wall, and if I can see them clearly, if they were to look up, they’d probably see me too.
“Make a move or utter a sound, and they see you,” Royal whispers in my ear, so quietly, I can barely hear him over the laughing.
As my brain is trying to process his words, his hand moves under the front of my T-shirt, and then it goes behind the waistband of my shorts and panties. He slides a finger along my slit, brushing my clit.
At the touch of his cold finger, pleasure jolts through me, and despite myself, I jerk back into him.
“I knew you were lying, little perv.”
I clamp my hand over his wrist, ready to pull his hand off me, but his lips are back against my ear.
“Ah, ah, aah. Not unless you want to be watched this time.” Despite my hand on his wrist, he slides his finger back and forth over my clit.
This isn’t going to end well, I know that. I’m not sure what game Royal is currently playing, nor what his endgame is. I should be stopping him. I should be fighting him off—to hell with the guys below seeing me. More important is the utter principle of the fact that my life is turning into hell because of his best friend…
I tighten my grip.
And then Royal extends his finger further back, playing with the opening of my pussy.
“Stop.” At least I think I say stop. It sounds more like a gasp. At the same time, I loosen my grip.
Royal doesn’t even pause, his finger never stopping as it slides back and forth between my clit and my opening. Instead, he forces his foot between mine. As my legs part, he sinks his finger into me. “Do you really want me to stop?”
