Cruel Shame (Knights of Templar Academy #3) - Sofia Daniel Page 0,66
all those girls who got expelled?
A gaggle of fourth-year girls passed on their way to a late lunch, casting Orlando admiring glasses. I preened at his side. How did a girl like me get so lucky to have ensnared all three of the knights? We reached the half-staircase that led to the reception area, where the porter nodded good afternoon, and then we stepped through the double doors.
Frost-laden wind blasted down the driveway, making me squint to protect my eyeballs. How long did cold weather in Scotland last? Sure, we were four-hundred-and-fifty miles north of Richley, but damn…
When the air settled enough for me to crack them open them a crack wider, I stared at a large, black limousine. The driver, a man wearing a black suit and a matching cap, stood by the passenger door and saluted.
I turned to Orlando and frowned. “You arranged this?”
“With a little help from the old man. He ordered me to wine and dine you until you fell at my feet in a frenzy.” Orlando leaned into me and nuzzled my neck, setting the skin alight with his lips. “Falling at my feet is optional. I’d much rather you fell on my dick.”
An excited laugh bubbled up from my chest, awakening butterflies in my stomach, and I shot Orlando my widest grin. These boys really knew how to put a girl’s mind off her troubles. Having faces and bodies beautiful enough to keep a girl distracted also helped.
The driver opened the door, and Orlando swept out his arm. “After you.”
I stepped into a warm interior of walnut panels and cream leather. This limo was L-shaped, with a seat longer than my bed taking up its entire left space and a bar and entertainment center on the right.
Despite the array of drinks and snacks, a bottle of champagne sat in a bucket of ice, complete with four flutes. I settled into a plush seat, squeezed my thighs together, and smiled.
“This reminds me of the time we drove back from Wank.” I scooted down toward the front and patted the seat. “Maybe today, I can touch you wherever I want.”
“About that.” Orlando sat beside me with a grimace. “I don’t think I ever apologized to you for setting up those cameras—”
“We’re even.” I placed a hand on his thigh, giving the hard muscles of his quadriceps a firm squeeze. “I got you guys suspended, and you had to endure weeks of lectures from an old man obsessed with ass-fucking. That more than makes up for anything you planned.”
His lips formed a crooked smile. “It resulted in my Grandfather taking up arms against the Liddells and him urging me to do whatever it took to keep you happy.”
My tongue darted out to lick my lips. “I’ve got a few ideas.”
The driver closed the door, encasing us in warmth. He jogged around the vehicle’s front, entered his separated section, and started up the engine.
Orlando leaned over me, his fingertips brushing my thighs. Tingles of pleasure rippled up my inner thighs and settled into my core. “You know me. I’m a dutiful student. Always willing to learn.”
I raised my head to meet his eyes, only for him to press his lips onto mine with a kiss. It was soft and chase and the beginnings of a romantic evening, but my insides thrummed with the need for more.
After all months of exciting build-up, I thought Orlando would set upon me in the back of the limo. Every kiss we’d shared had been scorchingly hot, with him straining through his pants and me aching for him. Even that time he went down on me after cooking class, I wanted more. Now I wanted frenzied back-of-the-limo fucking, but it looked like Orlando was going to take things slow.
“Do you know how much I’ve wanted you?” he murmured into the kiss.
“Tell me?” I kissed back.
“Since the moment I saw you in that hallway, dressed in leather and standing out among the sea of students.” He kissed one corner of my mouth and then the other. “You are so incredibly sexy.”
“I could say the same about yourself.” Slipping my hands beneath his blazer, I tried to feel for his heart, but there was too much fabric beneath my fingertips.
Orlando’s kisses traveled down to my jaw and to my earlobe, which he nibbled between his teeth. “You have the prettiest ears.”
He sucked the lobe and laved it with sharp flicks that I swear I felt against my twitching clit.