AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Austin’s expression goes from blank to disgust in seconds. “Ew, Dove. That’s an over-share.”
I shrug, trying to look embarrassed, though I’m thrilled my idea worked.
I’ll have to remember it.
“Plus, I just said you don’t need to get dicked-down by those heirs. There are plenty of nice, eligible guys on campus who won’t ruin your life. Plus, you don’t want the three bitches even more pissed at you.”
If by three bitches he meant Olivia and her two shadows, then he was absolutely right.
“I can’t imagine why they would be mad.” I scoff.
Austin lets out a heavy breath. “Yeah, well, you, Olivia, Babette, and Leandra, plus the four heads are the only eight demons in the school, aside from the headmaster and Karloff. And Olivia has claimed both Axe and Dashel.”
Dashel—head of lust, I remind myself. The one with pretty hair who oddly ran away from me.
“She thinks Babette and Leandra are bound to Enzo and Bastian, and I wouldn’t get in the way of her plans if I were you.”
“Olivia has her plans, and I have mine.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means, I can’t let her get in the way of getting what I need.”
“And what is it you need again?”
Austin has never looked more like a playful puppy begging for table scraps than right now, and I really want to give him what he wants.
He’s been so open with me and so understanding of my condition.
But the only person I can trust completely is me, and I won’t put Gael at risk or jeopardize my future and freedom just because I want to get chatty.
Unfortunately, my brain has other ideas, and I’m about to spew every last one of my secrets to puppy-boy.
I lean on my new trick, focusing on every dirty, exhilarating detail of my interactions with the heirs. Diving deep into the remembered feeling of Enzo’s cock pressing into me in yesterday. Of the electricity in Axe’s touch as he pushed me into the wall when we first met. The zing of pleasure when Axe lifted my chin and made me look at him and again when he said I was his.
I relived every amorous, lusty feeling and let them redirect my traitorous tongue.
“Information. And that’s all I’m saying, Austin.”
His lower lip pulls into a pout, but he accepts it and finally gets back to scribbling on his paper.
I can’t believe that little diversion tactic worked. Thinking about sexy things short-circuited my already fried pathways long enough that I could get control of myself again.
I’m definitely holding on to that trick.
I go back to scrolling Olivia’s page for a while. But it’s just a distraction while I work up the gall to do what I really need to. Go to Axe’s page.
Doing so feels so much worse than doing the same on Olivia’s page. I can’t quite say why.
Maybe because I don’t care one flyingcarnichironewhat Oliva thinks. If she found out, my existence would remain unchanged.
But I have to care what Axe thinks.
And if he finds out…
I can’t think about that.
Just like I can’t think about whether I care what Axe thinks because I have to. Or because I just do.
