Fire (Pirate Cove Academy #3) - Rae Foxx Page 0,11

near my ear. “We need to talk, Princess.”

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The raven-haired bitch didn’t indicate that she needed to talk to me immediately. I could hear the fucking loud-ass clock as the seconds ticked away through class. My heart pounding out a triple speed salsa.

“This is when the clash of the gods came to a head. And what did we learn from this?” Poor Ms. Bubbles tried like hell to keep the attention of the class, but either they were giving each other under-the-desk orgasms, sleeping or, like me, had other things on my mind.

Things like a stranger’s stone cock, and the fact that my nemesis could be my sister. She also may be-possibly-not be a goddess who favored murder. You know, just everyday things. One of the pirates raised his hand to answer, but Ms. Bubbles had already given up on the lecture reaching anyone and proceeded to answer her own question.

I tapped my finger on the table, trying to push away the memories of Hy in this room while also trying not to stare at the marblesque dick beside me. It was like a shipwreck. I didn’t want to look, but at the same time, I couldn’t look away.

My eyes flicked to Raven and I immediately regretted it. A sinister grin took over her face, her red lips cracked and dry. She raised her hand and trailed her pointer finger along the front of her neck, from ear to ear.

Gods Above and Below, this bitch had no imagination.

While I rolled my eyes, she decided to make a show of grasping something in one hand and putting her tongue against her inner cheek. She did all of this pointing to the severed penis posed in the chair.

Blow job sign language.

She was so smooth. Not.

Caspian looked like he was trying to follow the most interesting match of tennis with the way he was watching us. Though, the way his brow was drawn down, I knew he wasn’t quite getting the message, which was weird since he was the prince of evil messages.

I glared at Raven and eventually she looked away after Ms. Bubbles cleared her throat in the most dramatic way possible. The young teacher had cleared her throat so loudly that she ended up hacking and gagging like she’d caught a modern-day plague.

I was sick and tired of these fucking mind games. They weren’t getting us anywhere and she wasn’t any good at them. I just wanted to take her by that hair and slam her face into the desk and get my questions answered. New rage built up in my system and as it did, I kicked out my legs, trying to get comfortable in the hard-as-the-stone-cock-next-to-me chairs. My eyes widened as I realized what I’d done in trying to get better positioned. I’d knocked the chair next to me, and with it, the marble member. The damned thing clunked onto the floor in front of me, cracking and clicking down the classroom stairs as gravity took hold of it. I slithered down in my chair, trying to hide from the whole damned thing like a frightened clam.

You’d think that a larger-than-my-head penis would crack, or even stop bouncing at some point, but that wasn’t my luck. It bounced base overhead until it reached the bottom of the classroom, garnering gasps and tiny squeals from the students like they’d never seen one before. People flailed and jumped from their chairs like it was a monster on the prowl, out to get them instead of an inanimate object just, you know, bouncing.

Finally, I blew out a breath of relief as it settled at the feet of Ms. Bubbles who simply put her fisted hands on her hips and bowed her head. Shit. I’d broken her. I’d broken the damned teacher.

“I don’t…” She started, but as she opened her mouth, she blushed like she was on her first date and the bell took over, interrupting whatever tirade she was about to begin.

I got up, gathering my things before heading for the door. I eyed Raven as I did, watching as she descended the stairs of the classroom, keeping my pace. It took every ounce of patience in me to not clock her on the spot. The bitch was too close to me.

As we got to the door, she stopped and nodded her head at us like we would just follow—like any woman who was used to being the leader would.

Caspian rolled his eyes as we walked behind her, around corners and in between