he has to lean in just to hear me. "You want me to fuck you? Put this pussy on your dick and slide down until I give you a taste of heaven?"
I can feel more than see his grin. "Yeah, princess." A husky note enters his voice—arousal. "I want you to show me what a girl like you can do."
"You sure about that?" I hedge, lifting my chest until my lips are just a hair's breadth away from his. "You really want to find out what a girl like me can do?"
"Fuck..." He hisses the word between his teeth. “Yeah, I fucking do.”
I can't help my smile. It stretches my lips and when I part them to speak again, I can feel where his mouth brushes against mine. "Well, that's just too fucking bad," I whisper. "'Cause I don't fuck desperate assholes." With that, I stand up from my chair and shove him back so hard that, if it weren't for his friend catching him at the last second, he would've fallen on his ass. "And be careful what you ask for. A girl like me can cause a lot of fucking problems. I said it once and I'll say it again, I don't know you and I don't fucking care. You stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours.”
Silence stretches between us as I meet both his glare and his friend's—although his friend looks less angry and more amused. Strange effect, but his obvious pleasure makes my attention focus and my caution narrow. I shift on my feet, clenching my fist as I prepare for an outburst. If I get sent back to Plexton today, then it is what it is—but I’m not letting any rich fucking prick think he’s got the best of me and certainly not over a stupid fucking chair.
Frontman’s response begins with a slow chuckle. One that reverberates up his chest and out through his mouth. It hollows out his stomach with the sound as he places one palm on his abdomen and continues to laugh. Standing in a damn near quiet room listening to a maniac laugh has the hairs on my forearms rising. Anticipation has me licking over my teeth once more, clenching my fists at my sides.
"Oh you have no idea what you've done, do you, princess?" Frontman says through his laughter. "Absolutely none."
I shrug but don't say a word.
"What's your name?" he asks.
"None of your fucking business," I snap. He hasn't given me his. There's no way I would fucking offer mine first.
That doesn't wipe the smirk from his face, though. It just makes him shake his head. "Doesn't matter. We'll find out. As of right now, though, princess, you're on fucking lockdown."
Before I can ask what the fuck he’s talking about, frontman turns to the rest of the class and points out across them. “Did everyone hear that?” he calls out. "This bitch is on lock. You know what that means." All eyes widen and then one by one each student turns and faces the front. As if they'd suddenly all found an interest in whatever the teacher is still writing on the board.
My fingers drum a beat against the edge of the desk as frontman pivots back to face me. "Not to worry, princess," he says with that eternally annoying grin, dropping his arm back to his side. "You can have this seat today and for the rest of them if you want."
"Great," I deadpan. "Thank you so much for your generosity."
"You'll be thankful for a lot more than that when we're through with you."
I narrow my eyes on him. “Do your fucking worst,” I challenge.
He points at me. "That we will, princess," he replies. "That we fucking will. See ya later."
I don't bother with a response as he turns and walks away. His friend merely shakes his head and bounds after him as they both leave the classroom. I settle back into my seat as class finally gets started. Irritation begins to form and the itch at the back of my neck comes back with a vengeance.
7
Dean
"I put a new bitch on lock," are the first words out of Abel's mouth.
I lift my head away from my phone just as Braxton throws himself into the seat next to me. "You should've seen her too, man," he says. "She was hot. Abel totally wanted to fuck her."
"Still do," Abel agrees. "I imagine having a mouth like that wrapped around my cock and..." He reaches down beneath