A feral roar rips from my lips and I shove her forward, pressing her against the table once more.
“You know, you’re not all that much better than your whore of a mother really, are you, Siren? One hint of some mindless pleasure and you open your legs and forget about the world around you.
“You make out that you’re all noble and want to do all this good in the world. But deep down, you’re not that different from any of us. Your weapons might not be knives and guns, but what you hide between your legs is just as dangerous, and not just to those you let touch it.”
Finally, she reaches up and pulls her knickers free.
“I fucking hate you, Nico,” she spits. “Get the fuck off me.”
She kicks and thrashes, and for a few moments, I hold still, but eventually, I take pity on her and finally step away, tucking myself back into my trousers and smoothing down my shirt and tie as if nothing happened.
She spins around and glares at me, but it has little impact. All I see is my seductive siren in her natural state. Freshly fucked and desperate for round two.
Well, this time she’s going to be disappointed.
“Enjoy the rest of your day, Miss Andrews. And just remember, trust is a very fickle thing.”
With that warning hanging in the air, I drag the door open and march away from her.
21
BRIANNA
The second the door slams closed behind him, I stumble back, colliding with the wall. My legs give out despite my desperation to keep it together and before I know what’s happening, I’m on my arse with my arms wrapped around my legs and silent tears streaming down my cheeks.
It is not my finest hour.
What the hell was I thinking, allowing him to touch me? Allowing him to taunt me, to shame me, to degrade me like he just did.
And all because he suddenly doesn’t think he can trust me. Where the fuck does he even get off?
I have done nothing since the moment we met to make him think I’m untrustworthy. I’ve been party to more than a few of their more-than-illegal secrets, and I’ve never muttered a word of them to anyone. Hell, there are ones that haven’t even passed my lips within their inner circle.
I have no idea how long I sit there having a pity party for one that is full of regrets and my never-ending list of mistakes, but eventually, a bang from the other side of the door has me jumping to my feet.
I wipe my cheeks with the back of my hands before I set about covering myself up.
The second I swipe my knickers from the floor, I remember that it’s pointless even trying to put them back on. They’re ruined.
I stuff them into my handbag before pulling my bra up and then my dress on.
Anger surges through me as I shove my arms through the holes and zip it up.
This is the reason all that fucking happened. At least, it’s easier to blame the item of clothing than it is to dig deeper into what I just allowed to take place.
After finger-brushing my hair and attempting to fix my make-up, I throw my bags over my shoulder, hold my head high and drag the door open.
The silence beyond the small room that holds a whole heap of my sordid secrets doesn’t register to begin with, but the second I emerge from the back row of books, I find row after row of empty tables and chairs. And I soon discover that the librarian station is as deserted as when I walked in here.
A weird foreboding sensation washes over me as I walk toward the exit, the lining of my dress tickling against the bare skin of my arse like it wasn’t before.
Fucking prick.
As if fucking me in one of my favourite places in the world wasn’t enough, he’s now forcing me to walk around a school with my cunt on show for anyone who might care to attempt to look up my skirt, and his cum running down my thighs.
I suck in a deep breath when I reach for the door handle.
The final lesson of the day might still be in action, but that doesn’t mean the hallways are going to be as deserted as the library.