I keep going, not letting Sara’s bullshit insecurities mess with my morning. I get halfway to my homeroom when a warm, large hand curls around my elbow, and I’m yanked into a small supply closet, my back slamming up against the packed shelves. “The fuck?” I screech, just as the light is switched on.
King stands before me, baring down as though he has some kind of right to do whatever the fuck he wants to me now. “I thought I told you not to fuck around with Knox.”
My brow raises and I stare at him in disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? I let you fuck me and all of a sudden you think you can tell me who I can and can’t talk to? Fuck off, King. I don’t know if you’ve realized this, but I’m not the kind of girl who takes that shit lightly.”
“I’m not warning you again.”
I raise my chin, staring right into those dark blue eyes that have the potential to haunt me until my dying days. “I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself. I don’t need you throwing this weird protective bullshit my way. I’m not your girl, not even close.”
His jaw clenches and the rage comes pouring out of him so strong that if I look closely, I’m sure I’ll see steam coming from his ears and nose just like they do in kids’ animated movies. “He’s bad news.”
“And you’re not?”
Fucking silence.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what I thought.” I press my hands to his chest and force him back a step, only I go right with him, letting him know exactly who has control around here. I step in nice and close to his body, my tits grazing over his chest. “Now, is there anything else you’d like to demand from me?” I murmur, my lips brushing over his jaw as my tone drops to an enticing whisper. “Perhaps a quick, hard fuck? God, if only you knew how good it felt having your cum dripping out of me last night. It drove me insane. The second I slipped back between my sheets, I had no choice but to touch myself, thinking of your hands, your tongue, your rock hard cock slamming inside of me over and over again.”
King growls deep in his throat before grabbing my waist and shoving me up on the shelf. My pants are gone in two seconds flat and without hesitation, his cock is free and slamming deep inside of me. I have to bite down on my lip to stop from screaming his name and having a faculty member come and bust us.
King’s urgent thrusts make it damn clear that I’m not his favorite person, but fuck him, he’s far from mine too, but the electricity that pulses between us is undeniable. Why do I have to be so sexually compatible with such an asshole?
He fucks me hard and fast, his fingers rubbing against my clit and giving me exactly what I need until I’m coming undone around him. King climaxes with me, his fingers digging into my waist and bound to leave bruises, but I welcome it.
He stills, catching his breath as he remains seated deep inside of me for a moment longer than necessary. “You good?” he asks, knowing damn well that was a lot harder and faster than last night.
He slowly draws out of me and I groan at the feeling. “I’m good.”
King nods before looking down my body and cringing. “Hold still,” he says, turning around and scanning the shelves. “Let me find you something to clean yourself up with.”
“Wow, what a gentleman,” I say, adjusting my tank and making sure my tits aren’t falling out. He ignores my comment and I can’t help but watch him as he searches. “So, tell me, does boss man know what we’ve been getting up to?”
“No,” he scoffs, finding an open roll of paper towel and tossing it at me, “and he’s not going to. He’ll have my balls.” I raise my brow as I pull off a few sheets. “Don’t even think about telling him.”
“Never said I would.”
“I can see it written all over your face. You’re thinking about it.”
I shrug my shoulders and jump down from the shelf. “I can’t deny that the idea doesn’t intrigue me, but I’m also not stupid. If I go and tell Carver about our little extra-curricular activities then there’s a good chance that this won’t ever happen again, and I don’t know about you, but damn, that would be a shame.”
King nods and I realize that’s all I’m going to get from him so I indicate for him to turn around so I can have a little privacy to fix myself up. I get it done as quickly as possible and am just buttoning my leather pants when he turns back around with his deep eyes sparkling. “So, before we step out of this door and you go back to hating me, were you telling the truth? Did you really rub one out while thinking of me?”