Page 95 of In Darkness We Claim

The colour drains from his already pale face, and I barely have time to stand up again before he’s gathered all of his things and stumbled out of the seat. He rushes to a seat near the front, almost falling down the stairs with how quickly he moves.

I take his seat on the end of the aisle and turn my attention to the beautiful girl who is now glowering at me with fire in her eyes, looking furious. I tap the seat beside me, not bothering to use my words.

“What the fuck, Law?” she seethes, her jaw tense as she grinds her teeth.

I have to bite my lip to stop from smiling at her use of a shortened version of my name, kinda like a nickname. I wouldn’t allow anyone else to call me that, but with her…

Stop acting like a fucking teenage girl, I tell myself, schooling my face.

Before I can respond, her annoying-as-fuck teacher is charging up the stairs, his hands on his hips as he shouts at me. “You cannot just barge in here. Who the hell do you think you are? Get out now before I call security.”

He stops once he’s beside my seat, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his face turns a concerning shade of purple. I’m not sure if it’s from being mad, or if he’s really so unfit that charging up the stairs has him out of breath.

Either way, I wait until he’s close enough before I discreetly show him the ring I wear on my right pointer finger, the silver and black skull and crow glistening under the harsh classroom lights.

As soon as his gaze lands on my Obsidian Order ring, his face pales, and he takes a stumbling step back, his mouth opening and closing in panic as he struggles to know what to say.

Whilst the Order’s presence on campus is a secret from the other students, who think we’re nothing more than elite clubs who rule the university, the faculty are very aware of who we are. They might not know all the details, but they know enough to keep them in line.

Order Pledges never fail their classes, even if they don’t sit any of the exams or submit any homework. They maintain a perfect attendance record, whether they’ve stepped foot in the classroom or not. And no one ever challenges them, no matter what chaos they’re causing.

University staff know that Obsidian Order members and its Pledges are the highest-ranking people on campus, and staff must always show them respect, regardless of whether they deserve it.

Right now, if I wasn’t an Order Pledge, he would have called security to kick me out, and I’d get in trouble with my teacher, since I should be in class too. But I’m not worried about any of that, which is why I’m a laid-back cocky bastard—the joys of being untouchable.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” the teacher mutters as he takes another step back. “Are you joining the class or just observing?”

“Just observing, but Harper is mine, so I may drop in from time to time to make sure she’s doing okay.” Even though I don’t say it explicitly, the threat is more than obvious. Now he knows she’s mine, Harper will receive the same luxuries I do.

Though, given the way she’s shooting daggers at me with her eyes, I don’t think she appreciates the gift I just handed her. I keep my gaze locked on hers as I address her teacher once more. “You can continue with the lesson.”

He nods so low it’s almost a bow, before rushing back to the front of the lecture theatre, his legs moving so fast he almost falls again. Without so much as another glance my way, he starts talking, pointing to the slideshow on the big screen behind him, and I’m grateful when the other students give him their attention once more, meaning they’re no longer staring at me.

I turn my attention to the girl who is still glaring at me, looking absolutely furious. The corner of my lip tips up into a cocky smirk as I once again pat the seat beside me.

“Lawson,” she growls, shaking her head at me.

I lean closer to her, dropping my voice low so she can hear the dangerous edge as I say, “If I have to ask you again, your punishment will be severe.”

She rolls her eyes as she lets out a huff, but like the good girl she is, she gathers her things and moves to sit in the chair beside me, dropping her bag onto the floor with a thud.

“Why are you here?” she asks through gritted teeth.

I shrug my shoulders as I lounge back in the chair. “Because you are.”

She shakes her head as she closes her eyes, using her fingers to massage her temples, her frustration more than apparent. “You can’t interrupt my lessons.”

My smirk grows as I tell her, “I can do whatever I want.”

Harper lets out a groan as she lightly punches my arm in exasperation, which only makes me chuckle. “You’re so annoying.”

“And you are in trouble.”

Her brow furrows as she asks, “Why?”

I reach across and grab her hand, pulling it over and resting it on my lap. Using my hand over hers, I guide her until her small fingers cup my hard cock through my jeans.

“That’s why.” I groan as she tightens her grip on my length, and I rock my hips, pushing against her.