“Chill SB. I have plans for her. Don’t you worry your pretty little head. I mean, I won’t stop you from ruining her academic life if those are your life goals but don’t go getting yourself into trouble over this. It’s not worth it.” I tell her, thankful to have such a loyal friend. Most people don’t just hand that shit out for free.
“But why would she do that? I just don’t get it. You haven’t even done anything to her. I mean, you haven’t, have you?”
“Ehhh... No?” I say unconvincingly.
She tosses me an entirely too disbelieving look so I throw back a scowl.
“Ok, so here’s what happened. Matteo caught me off guard and got all up in my face, right? Then the idiot kisses me like I’m his life source, babbles on about how I’m his and us being together, then walks off. His boys decide they wanna play a little game too so they start to fuck with me during fight club and when things started to heat up, I bounced. I’m pretty sure it’s all just an attempt at a cruel prank but even if it isn’t, I don’t mess around with nobody so I went to the locker room to grab my shit and BAM, this bitch hits me with a waterfall of mop bucket chemicals out of nowhere, screaming about how I need to back off her men. Like, bitch, No. Ain’t nobody over here want your men, ya know?” I pause to breathe and give her a ‘duh’ look to make sure we’re on the same page. She just nods, wide eyed and stunned.
“Fuck, my mom about rained holy hell up on this place once she saw me but she knows I can handle myself so she took me out, fixed my hair up, let me pass out for a solid twelve hours and now I’m here. Just don’t ask me to tell you what I’ve got cooked up for the precious princess, yeah?”
She’s still staring at me with her big ass doe eyes and I’m not really sure what to do with that. Pure, unfiltered shock crosses her features before fear becomes apparent and has her face losing color real fast.
“Uh, Steph, you ok? I’m obviously fine. Snap out of it.” I snap my fingers a few times before I register what actually has her on edge. I feel them before I see them. How did I miss them sneaking up on me? Did they hear what I said? Shit. Shit. Shit. I turn to face the three of them head on ready for our usual back and forth but what I see stops me dead in my tracks.
“What did you say?” I stare up into the depths of those green eyes and feel the fury pouring out of them like a physical attack.
“Uhh, what?” I take a small step back.
“You heard ‘Teo, Q. What did you just say about Avery?”
I turn to meet up with those hazel eyes that seem equally angry.
“Don’t worry about it boys, I can handle my own shit.” I say as I try to bypass them to go to class.
Noah moves to step in front of me, running a soft finger down my arm.
“Yeah, we all know what a feisty bitch you are. The thing is, is that you shouldn’t have to be. You’re ours now and we take care of what’s ours.” He whispers just loud enough for only those in our small circle to hear.
Shivers race down my spine at his touch and his words but I do my best not to flinch. I don’t want to give these boys anything.
* * *
By lunch,word has spread and now the whole damn school thinks I’m fucking all three of those damn goons in the royal circle. First I’m trash and now I’m a gold digging whore according to the gossip flowing through this place. Furious, I practically sprint to the dining hall. SB can barely keep up, huffing and puffing, trying to hold me back from causing a scene. I stop behind the three idiots running their mouths, just in time to hear Noah say,
“Oh, yeah. She’s ours alright. Ours to share amongst the three of us.Onlythe three of us. Don’t get any ideas and don’t think I haven’t noticed you checking out her ass in gym, Riley. I’ll-”
“You’ll what, huh? What are you gonna do? ‘Cause last I checked; I was a single woman capable of making her own decisions. Maybe the three of you just can’t satisfy my needs.” I look at them pointedly before scanning the lunch table.
“Which one of you is Riley?” I look up and all the guys at the table all point to a blonde kid at the end. All in all, he’s pretty average and doesn’t heat me up the way the kings do, but no one else needs to know that. These guys need to be brought down a peg or two. How dare they tell anyone that I belong to them. The fuckheads. I saunter over to Riley and swing my leg over his legs to settle on his lap. Wiggling around a bit, I reach the desired effect. I feel him getting hard underneath me, yet I still feel nothing. Looking down into his eyes, I draw my arms up to wrap around his neck then slowly lick my bottom lip before biting into it softly to draw attention to my mouth.
“So, you check out my ass, huh? How does it feel now that you’ve got it in your lap?” I chuckle lightly, letting my breath fan across his skin, causing him to get goosebumps all along his skin. The poor guy is wide eyed and clearly torn between getting his ass kicked by the royals and getting to touch me. I run the tip of my finger down his cheek.
“Focus on me Riley, not them. Do you want me?” I whisper.
Still wide eyed, he nods once and gulps loudly when I lean in to place a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth, it’s barely even a caress of my mouth on his. I watch as his wide eyes dilate, becoming hooded while his breathing becomes more labored. All of the sudden I’m yanked back and lifted into the muscular warmth of Matteo’s arms. My back suddenly pulled against his front, his very hard front.
“You’re playing a dangerous game, my queen.” He whispers, nuzzling into the crook of my neck from behind. Instantly, I’m wet and needy. Stupid motherfucker. I hate that they all affect me so damn much.
I hear the other two assholes yelling as I’m being flipped around to face him before he throws me over his shoulder and rushes out of the dining hall. I look up just in time to see Noah take a swing at poor Riley and knock him the hell out. Poor guy. It wasn’t even his fault. But damn, their possessiveness is hot as hell.
No.
These guys are dick heads.I’d rather eat dirt than fall for one of them.
I’m so consumed by my internal debate that I don’t even realize what’s happening. Next thing I know, I’m being thrown down on some poor teachers desk in an empty room in the musical wing and once again am devoured by Matteo. He holds nothing back as he invades my mouth, curling my tongue against his. He nips at my lips in between kisses, making me want him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone before. It throws up all of my internal red flags and caution signs.
“Stop! Matteo, you have to stop.” I push off of him as much as possible to put a little distance between us.