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I kick one last time and thrust my elbow into his side. The angle’s wrong and it ends up as a glancing blow that makes him snicker.

Lucas sets me down. After whirling me around, he presses my back to the lockers, looming over me as he plays with my hair.

“Looks like we’re locked in here.”

I can only make out some of his features—the edge of his jaw, the sharp ridge of his nose, his brow bone. Even without seeing clearly, it’s simple to discern how amused he is.

“So get your buddies to let us out. I’m sure they’re all laughing it up outside the door. I’ve got photos to take for my assignment.”

“Hmm, no.” Lucas drags his nose over my cheek. “I have a few ideas for how we can pass the time. I told you the rules of this game.”

We’re locked in a stalemate. I have nowhere to go with Lucas trapping me against the locker. I try to shift and he moves his hands to my shoulders, keeping me where he wants me.

He takes my bag and sets it aside.

“I have you all to myself now.”

The deep quality of his voice promises dark delights if I give in at last.

Lucas traces my neck, giving it a light squeeze when he wraps his fingers around it.

“No catty retort today? Has my kitten lost all her bite?”

I bare my teeth as he slides his knee between mine, ruining my leverage to stomp on his foot when he kicks my legs further apart. Lucas trails his lips over my cheek, the soft touch at odds with his hold on my throat and his other hand sliding down to my waist.

He nips my cheek and I hit my head against the locker when I startle.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I protest, clenching the hem of my skirt at my sides in case he tries anything.

Lucas is so close that I can feel the vibration of his smug chuckle. It pulls a string in my stomach, unravelling a desire I have trouble fighting. His other hand explores my body, wrenching a few buttons open on my shirt to expose my collar bone.

Cool air hits the top of my breasts. When he grazes his nails over my bra, I clamp my legs around his thigh and growl.

“Lucas, back off.”

My hands fly to his wrist, trying to tug him off my neck. He won’t move, so I dig my nails into his skin.

“Why do you fight me so hard, sweetheart? If you keep that up, I won’t make it good for you. I’ll have to punish you for being bad.”

Those words should turn my stomach and piss me off. Instead, heat spirals down my spine and pulses between my legs. Lucas catches the slight hitch in my breath and his hot exhale ghosts over my lips.

“So that’s what you like, huh, baby?” He squeezes my neck harder, to the point it’s almost a challenge to breathe. I swallow and my throat moves against his hand. He can feel it. He presses his wicked grin into my cheek. “Oh, yeah. You like that. Is that what you’ve been wanting? I should throw you over my lap, flip that sexy skirt up and slap your ass until it’s raw and throbbing.”

Fuck. I don’t mean to squirm, but he moves his leg and it connects with my aching center. I grit my teeth and try to tamp down on the cry that threatens to tear out of me at the contact.

A rough noise leaves Lucas and his hand drops to my hip, directing me to repeat the same motion. Surrounded by darkness, the confusing desire he stirs in me is easier to embrace.

With my air caught in my throat, I give a tentative rock of my hips, grinding on his thigh.

I make a small whimper and he answers me with another growl.

I’m afraid to say anything. Reluctant to break this weird spell entrancing us. It makes me feel dirty, but it feels too good to stop.

“You get off on me hurting you. That’s why you haven’t given up.” He bends his head and sinks his teeth into the juncture of my shoulder and my hips jerk in response to the rush of sharp pain mixed with heady pleasure. Heat throbs in my clit. “I bet you’ve been dreaming up ways to piss me off. Antagonizing me so I can’t ignore you.”

I want to deny it. He’s the one terrorizing me. But I can’t find my voice. I can only gasp and rock against the pressure he gives me. His erection prods my stomach, the firmness weirdly fascinating.

“How many times have you wished I’d hunt you down, slide between your legs, push your underwear to the side, and fuck you until you screamed? Did you dream about it in class?”


Tags: Veronica Eden Sinners and Saints Romance