Page 45 of Wicked Savage Cruel
I’m about to object but then he presses against me and I arch back to meet him as he slides his dick inside my pussy in a single fluid thrust.
We groan in unison as he flexes his hips, holding me in place. “God you feel incredible,” he says. His hands tighten on my hips with bruising force as he pulls back and then thrusts inside me once again. “So fucking wet.”
I’m panting, barely able to catch my breath as he pounds into me. Each thrust harder than the one before until the desk is sliding beneath me with the force of his movements, screeching across the floor. I cling to the edge and he grinds his hips against my ass.
I cry out his name, losing myself to the feel of him inside of me, completely forgetting that we’re at school and that anyone can walk in on us. His hips slam frantically into me and I know he’s chasing his own release when suddenly he jerks back and then his hot cum is coating my ass, dripping down over the backs of my thighs.
He slides his dick over the trail of cum he coated me in before smacking me lightly on the rear. I groan and peer over my shoulder. Roman’s smirk greets me as he considers my still bare ass. “You should probably clean that up,” he suggests. I narrow my eyes as he laughs. “I might be persuaded into helping you out under a few conditions.” He tucks himself back into his jeans before folding his arms over his chest, leaving the top button unbuttoned, but saying nothing.
“Do you ever want to do this again?” I ask.
He grins. “Every day of the week.”
“Then get me something to wipe your cum off my ass or I won’t let you near me with so much as a ten-foot pole.”
“You say that now, but—”
Voices can be heard in the hallway.Crap.Everyone is supposed to be in class. “Now, Roman.”
Thankfully, he does as I ask and finds a roll of paper towels in a closet and helps to clean me up before tossing them in the trash. I shimmy back into my jeans and am adjusting my top just as the door bursts open and Silvia Parish’s startled brown eyes meet my own.
She takes in the scene, her eyes narrowing on our rumpled clothes and my unruly hair. When Roman steps closer to me, they narrow farther and I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face.
“Did you need something?” he asks, not a care in the world that she knows exactly what we were just doing. “You’re interrupting.”
“We all heard you fucking in Calc,” she sneers at me. “You sound like a dying rhino.”
Feeling extra bold with Roman beside me, I roll my eyes and flip her off. I don’t have time for her mean girl antics today. “Whatever.” Not my strongest comeback, but it’s better than wilting under her glare.
She whirls and leaves as quickly as she came. Roman leans down, smacking my ass and giving me a meaningful look. “If that’s what a dying rhino sounds like, I better be hearing it again.Soon.”
I shiver in response to the blatant desire in his gaze before Roman walks out of the room. I decide to stop by the bathroom and just skip Calc entirely. A look at one of the clocks in the hallways shows me that there’s only ten minutes left until the bell rings for lunch, so I decide to loiter for a bit and save myself some embarrassment.
I wash my hands and splash water on my face before running my fingers through my hair in an effort to smooth it out. The door opens behind me and I don’t pay it any attention until a body slams me forward and my stomach collides with the porcelain sink. I stumble and am shoved harshly to the ground. My hair covers my face as a foot slams into my chest.Shit. Ow.I suck in a pain-filled gasp and another kick comes at me from behind, slamming into my back with the force of a sledgehammer.
I curse and roll, narrowly avoiding the third kick when a fist slams into my cheek. My head snaps back and my vision blurs. Someone grips my hair, jerking my face up as my eyes meet Silvia’s.
“Bitch.” I spit blood in her face and she reels back. Then I kick out, connecting with her shin and she stumbles back into her two asshole friends who decided to join her. I scramble to my feet and rush out the bathroom door just as the bell rings and the hallway crowds with people.
I suck in a breath and clench my hands into tight fists to keep them from shaking.
Careful to keep my head down, I lose myself in the sea of bodies, hugging my ribs as I fight through a wave of pain.Fuck.I think I’m going to vomit. I stumble toward a classroom door and lunge for the first receptacle I see to throw up my breakfast in.
Acid burns my throat and tears fill the corners of my eyes making it hard to see. The next thing I know, a boy crouches beside me, a comforting hand smoothing down my back, but I flinch at the contact. “What the hell, Allie? Are you okay?” Aaron says.
I hold a hand out to keep him at bay as I dry heave over the trashcan, my stomach intent on puking some more, despite it now being empty.
When the heaving stops, I sink to the floor still clutching my aching stomach and lean my head back against the wall. Aaron crouches down in front of me. His eyes are wide and filled with worry.
The door opens and Dominique steps inside, his eyes immediately zeroing in on me. “What’s going on here?” His nostrils flare and he rushes toward me. “What the fuck did you do?” He turns a hot glare toward Aaron who stands and takes several steps away.
“I didn’t do anything. She stumbled in here and I followed her to see if she needed help.”
He reaches for me, but I shake my head and slowly come to my feet. I use the counter as support to steady myself as my head spins and everything blurs for a few seconds. Nausea rolls through me again.
The door opens again and Emilio steps inside. “Yo, Dom. What’s taking you so—fuck!”
I lift my head and take in his wide-eyed stare. “Someone better start talking before Roman gets here.” The door opens again and Roman walks in. Emilio whistles. “Too late.”
