No one seems to pay attention, but it doesn’t stop my body from burning up like a pyre that’s been set alight. Elias is insane for doing this here, in a minibus full of our friends.
“So wet and ready,” he murmurs.
I feel his cock pulsing against my thigh beneath me, making my pussy wetter. “Picture this image for me, my pet. Imagine me freeing my cock right now and your tight little cunt sliding over it right here in the minibus while everyone watches what a dirty little cock slut you are. While everyone watches you impale yourself for the first time on me.”
I bite my lip to stop myself from moaning, as the mental picture he’s painting is so perverse and yet it makes me wetter. His fingers move with expect precision, hitting the spot that builds pressure deep within. I bite my lip so hard I break the skin, tasting the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. It’s all I can do to stop myself from making a noise.
“Such a dirty girl. You’ve just gotten wetter thinking about it.” He pulls his fingers out of me and rubs my clit, making my body jolt forward. “Pity you’ll have to wait until later to get what you want.” He stops touching me then, grabbing my hips and sliding me into my own seat next to him. “Open wide.”
I glare at him, acrid hate traveling up my throat and burning it. “Fuck you.”
He grabs my chin forcefully and pushes his fingers into my mouth. “Clean them, and don’t forget who owns you.”
I reluctantly suck my own arousal off his fingers and then turn away from him, which results in him grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking me around to face him. “Never turn away from me again,” he growls, and then his lips are on mine, kissing me passionately as if I’m his oxygen.
It’s confusing and yet I find myself leaning in to the kiss, drowning in the intimacy of the moment. There’s something very wrong with me, and if he keeps this shit up, I don’t know what I’m going to tell my friends. After God knows how long, he pulls his lips from mine and smirks at me with that wicked smile of his. “We’re here, Gurin. Now behave tonight and be my good little pet.” He stands and yanks me to my feet, placing an arm over my shoulder.
My legs feel shaky as he leads me out of the minibus and into the bar they’ve picked tonight. I clutch onto him like a crutch, despite wanting to get as far away from him as possible. I know there’s no escape and my only choice is to do as he says to keep my family safe.
11
ELIAS
Fuck.
It feels like the blood drains from my face as Principal Byrne marches up to our table. However, it’s not really him I’m worried about. It’s the fact that Professor Nitkin is with him.
He clears his throat. “I didn’t realize all of you had clearance to leave the grounds.” His voice sounds calm, too fucking calm. “Who gave you permission?”
Coach Daniels kicks Aleks off his stool and sits down, eyes fixed on Adrianna Vasquez. Rumor has it she’s the girl he’s after this year, but she won’t put out.
Nitkin remains standing with his arms crossed over his chest, which makes him even more intimidating.
“I did.” I lift my chin, knowing I have to take the rap for this. After all, I arranged it. I meet the Principal’s gaze. “After all, we’re eighteen years old. We can do what the fuck we want.”
Byrne’s brow arches. “That may be so, but you are all too young to be here legally.”
I laugh. “Who the fuck gives a shit about legal? The academy is all about teaching everything that isn’t legal.”
A few of my guys snicker at that, as it’s the God damn truth.
“Touche,” Coach Daniels says. “How about we join you?”
“If you think you can handle it, old man,” Rizzo says.
Coach Daniels doesn’t seem fazed by Rizzo’s remark. “You know I could kick your ass even after sinking two bottles of scotch, Rizzo.”
It’s as if some of the tension eases then, as Rizzo laughs and slides a bottle of vodka over to him. “Help yourself.”
I don’t miss the way Professor Nitkin glares at Rizzo, and wonder if he’s just fearless, as if Nitkin gave me that look. I’m not ashamed to say I’d shit my pants.
Coach Daniels pours himself a glass and sips it, acting as if it’s normal for our professors to be sitting and drinking with us at a bar. A bar we are all legally too young to be drinking at. There’s silence amongst everyone at the table, as Principal Byrne seems to watch Eva in particular.
The server, a flirtatious woman who tries to get with all the patrons, leans toward Byrne and slips a drink into his hand, whispering something to him.
I wolf-whistle at that and a few of my guys follow suit.
Byrne looks irritated at first, but then leans toward her, whispering something and handing her a twenty-dollar bill.