“Oh preppy, there’s no point acting all innocent with me. Not when we both know that I’ve been here before.”
Images of that night with Conner fill my mind before flashing back to a few days ago with her writhing around on my bed, my fingers deep inside her.
Fuck, I was so hard for her as she walked out of my bedroom. Calling her back to me would have been so easy. But I had to keep my head. She’d just turned up to ask me if I was a murderer. I can’t forget what she knows and I need to do everything in my power to keep her fucking lips shut.
I push my fingers lower, finding her fucking drenched for me. “Oh preppy, how does it feel to be wrong?”
“Fuck you,” she spits.
Finding Hadley’s lips once more, I stop any more words falling from her with my punishing kiss.
She complains when I pull my fingers from her panties before even pushing inside her, but I need her away from prying eyes before I even consider getting her off.
I might threaten to allow the rest of our class to watch, but fuck if I’m going to let anyone see what’s about to happen between us tonight.
Having Conner in the room is one thing, but the rest of these assholes? None of them deserve someone as pure and beautiful as Hadley—myself included, but I’m way past denying myself. Not when she could follow through on her threat and make use of any other motherfucker here. And I’ve no doubt she would, just to spite me. It’s how this little game between us works.
Dropping my hands to her ass, I lift her up the wall until her legs wrap around my waist. My length connects with the heat of her pussy and she gasps.
“You feel that, preppy? That’s my need to fuck that smart mouth right off you. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you forget about anyone else’s fucking name, let alone using them against me.”
“Yes,” she cries as I continue to grind against her.
“Fuck,” I bark, pulling her from the wall and marching us back into the bedroom she’d just walked out of after watching someone else suck me off.
This is fucked-up. But then everything between us up until this point has been, so why change it now?
I kick the door closed. The second it slams shut, I drop her to her feet and pull her tank over her head. Her white lace bra taunts me, tells me she’s too innocent for the likes of me, but I don’t let it stop me. My fingers work the button on her skirt until I release it and allow the fabric to drop to her ankles.
Eagerly, she kicks it away, quickly toeing off her sneakers and flicking them across the room until she’s standing in just her bra and panties.
“Take it off,” I demand, my eyes boring into hers.
“W-what?”
“Take. If. Off.”
“But—”
“What, you thought I was going to unwrap you like a fucking Christmas present? Let’s get one thing straight, Hadley.” My hand finds her throat once more and she swallows hard the second I wrap my fingers around it. “There’s no sweetness here, no tender romantic touches or promises. You wanted me? Well, this is me, preppy. So take it or leave it.”
I release her, standing back, my arms held out from my sides as I wait for her answer.
It would fucking kill me if she changed her mind now, but I’m not about to let her see that.
“You’re a fucking asshole, Cole Jagger,” she says in a rush before reaching behind her to unhook her bra and push her panties over her hips.
“Oh preppy, you’re going to need to try harder than that if you want to offend me.”
Reaching behind my head, I pull my shirt off and drop it to the floor.
Her eyes immediately fall to my abs and she licks her lips. If she thinks she’s going to get to touch, then she’s going to be bitterly disappointed.
Turning my back on her, I pull open the closet. I have no idea whose room this is, and really, I don’t give a shit.
Wrapping my fingers around two silk ties, I pull them from their hanger and allow them to weave through my fingers.
I know she’s watching my every move. My blood boils with her attention.