CHAPTER4
THEN
REXLEY
“Who is she?” I ask Nick as we walk to class after meeting my new locker neighbor. He shrugs, and Ronnie huffs behind me, but I continue to ignore her, no longer wanting her to hang on me. Usually, it wouldn’t bother me, but now the feel of her touch makes me cringe. So I gently remove her hand from my shoulder and walk into the classroom to take my assigned seat and wait for the teacher to start rambling. In reality I shouldn’t even be in this damn class, but I am, thanks to my father pulling some strings.
Pays to be the mayor. A knock sounds on the door, and Mr. Karlson shuffles to answer it. He talks with someone for a moment before opening it wide for Cat to enter.
Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s tossed her silky blonde hair up into a messy bun since I last saw her, exposing her long sexy neck. She looks around the room, and when her eyes meet mine, they widen in surprise. I give her a cocky smile, and she quickly looks to the floor. Mr. Karlson tells her to take a seat next to Nick, and I glare at him, ignoring the way his eyes fill with humor. She hurries and plops down into her chair, dropping her lime green tote bag to the floor. Ronnie whispers something about it being from a thrift shop to her partner in crime, and Kelly laughs. I roll my eyes, those two always have something bitchy to say about everyone. Trying to focus on whatever we’re supposed to be learning today, is next to impossible.
Nick starts a whispered conversation with Cat, and she softly laughs. My fists tighten, and my heart races. Surprised that I don’t like that she’s talking to him, I shake my head and try to calm down. Noting that I have never felt such possessiveness of someone before.
That’s weird.
CHAPTER5
NOW
REXLEY
She has always played hard to get. It’s been a little game between us, one of my favorite games, matter-of-fact. I chuckle as she comes around my dick and I fill her with my seed. She may act like I’m doing something wrong to her right now, but her body has never lied. She likes when I dominate her. When I take all the control away and force her to my will. She likes when I punish her, and right now, she’s getting off easy.
She has been a bad, bad kitty, and this is just the beginning of what I plan to do with her. Thought she could get away. That she was hidden this whole time.
I roll onto my side and turn her so she can lie on my chest. She winces, and I massage her shoulder with my palm, then remove her gag. She can scream all she wants, no one will hear her. If she wasn’t such a bad girl, she wouldn’t need to be kept chained up either. But the fact of the matter is I don’t trust her. I haven’t in a long time. My dick begins to soften, and my cum starts to drip down her thigh. Oh no, that just won’t do. I pull away from her and quickly shove it back inside with two thick fingers.
Her eyes are clenched shut, and she won’t look at me. I’m tempted to tape her eyelids open. I miss seeing her blue gaze on me. The way she would always look at me with hunger and admiration. She’s the only person who ever made me feel love and complete devotion. No one else has ever compared.
“I will give you today, kitty, to grieve the life you had created. But only today.”
“Why?” she chokes out before letting herself sob. Rolling back on top of her I run my hardening cock along her messy slit, then lean down and kiss her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. I gently thrust inside as the vibrations from her sobs make her shake.
“Because you're my kitty. You should have never tried to leave me. So many people would still be here if you had just listened.”
CHAPTER6
THEN
CAT
“So, how are you liking Hammada Academy?” Rexley comes up beside me and leans down to speak close to my ear. I bite my lip and fight the way my body wants to lean into his. I've been here for a few weeks now, and it’s getting harder not to give in to my urges and touch him. I clear my throat.
“It’s different than I thought it would be,” I sigh, and he pulls back, turning to his locker. I watch him from the corner of my eye as his biceps tighten when he spins the lock to the correct combination. I don’t know how a seventeen-year-old can have the amount of muscles that he does. He must work out all the time.
“Do I have something on my arm, kitty?” I quickly look away and shake my head, pretending there’s something fascinating in my backpack. He laughs for a minute then starts to talk.
“Hey, do you have a partner for the English assignment yet?” I freeze and think back to the last class. Rexley had been doodling on a piece of paper and running his fingers through his hair. Did we have an assignment?
I shut my locker and give him my full attention. We haven’t spoken much, but when we do, I tend to get lost in his eyes and miss the whole conversation.
“I don’t, why do you ask?” I rake my trembling fingers through my hair, trying to hide my nerves, forgetting I threw my locks up into a messy bun after lunch. I get caught in a tangle and have to remove the tie from my hair. His eyes heat, and he reaches out to twirl a strand on his finger. He grips it tighter, and I whimper from the sting. His nostrils flare, and he steps closer to me.
Someone shouts from down the hall, and he shakes his head, stepping back and releasing my hair. He shakes his head again.
“Mine,” he quietly growls, and I raise my eyebrow at the possessiveness in his tone. He clears his throat. “Be my partner, I mean.” It’s not a question, more a statement, but I find myself agreeing wholeheartedly. Alone time with Rexley Scott? Yes, please.
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