delusional,” I argue, but I can hear the excitement in my own voice and I’m sure Mike can, too.
His free hand moves up my leg, pulling it so that it rests on his hip, forcing me to place my weight on his leg that I’m now basically straddling. I gasp at exactly how good that feels.
“Am I, Vi? Do you really think I’m delusional? Should we put that to a test?”
“The only reason you’re even here right now is because you’re blackmailing me, Mike. If not, we wouldn’t even be in each other’s orbit. You need to recognize that and go back to girls like Lindy. You and I are from different worlds. All you have to do is look around to see that,” I respond, and I don’t know who I’m trying to convince – him or me.
Mike leans down and I can feel his hot breath against the side of my neck, and a shiver runs through me as I feel his lips brush against my jawline. It’s not really a touch, it’s more like a tease. At the same time, his hand moves from my leg, slowly to my side, and he keeps it there. His fingers push against my back, his touch so hot that it feels like it’s heating me from the inside out.
“There’s something you haven’t planned on, Angel,” he whispers.
And this feels so erotic that I bite my lip to keep from moaning. I’m wet, I know it and he knows it. My entire body feels electrified. I’ve never been this turned on in my life. Before Mike, I know I’ve never been this attracted to another person. He’s flipped my world upside down and even though I know there’s no way this can work – there’s no way I could ever fit in his world, or him in mine – I want him. I want to pretend that this is normal, that we are normal.
“What’s that?” I ask, my throat dry, my voice scratchy and full of a hunger that I can’t begin to disguise.
“I didn’t much like my world before you came into it and now that you’re here, I don’t plan on letting you go,” he answers, his voice this low growl that’s so sensual it feels like a physical touch.
What he’s saying is crazy, but I don’t have time to think about it, because the next minute his mouth is on mine, his tongue seeking mine as he ravages my mouth, leaving me helpless to do anything but kiss him back.
19
Mike
“Are you still pissed?” I ask, knowing she is. There’s one thing you can say about Violet. When she’s unhappy with you, she doesn’t bother trying to hide it. I like that. I’ve become accustomed to women playing games with me and being sickeningly sweet, even when they’re mad. Violet doesn’t even bother. She is who she is and if you don’t like it, she doesn’t really give a fuck. The only problem is that I really like it.
Probably too much.
“You had no right,” she says, with a heavy breath, looking out the window of my car. She brings her hands up to gather her bangs out of her face, pulling them to the top of her head, as she uses that hold to rub her scalp and then letting the hair go. I love seeing that. I love her thick, long, wavy hair. I love everything about the way Violet looks and who she is. That includes her attitude. The same attitude that tells me if she had a knife right now, I’d be in danger.
I turn my attention back to the road and sigh as I try to figure out the best way to proceed with her. I don’t want to move too fast and push Violet away. Sure, I can keep her under control, but I hate to use the fact that she strips and has lied to the admissions board about where she lives against her.
BMA has a morality clause that every student has to sign along with their guardians. The fact that Violet has not only broken that, but also forged a guardian’s signature and lied about so much would be enough to get her thrown out.
And she would be thrown out.
Black Mountain Academy offers quite a few scholarships; they like to be seen as helping those less fortunate. The truth is, however, if you don’t project the image they want for their school, you’re just out. There’s no gray area with them. The