Page 58 of Wicked Vile King
Mine.
"Stop it!" she shouts again, attempting to break free of my grasp. "What are you doing?"
I reel her in tight as we stand outside the door to an empty classroom.
"I'm going to lock you in the dark until you learn to behave," I snarl.
She panics and then, also predictably, tries to attack me.
"You think the guards care?" I tell her, opening the door and dragging her inside with me. "We've been written off, pet. If we die here, then we're a burden lifted from the shoulders of our parents. They don't care what I do to you as long as I don't incite a riot, and I don't like to share, so there's little chance of that."
"What the fuck are you doing?" she manages again with a hiccup as she starts away from me, ripping free of my fingers and darting further into the classroom, between the rows of desks.
I shrug. "You didn't accept your punishment, so I guess we're doing this the hard way."
"What punishment?" she scoffs before her eyes go wide. "Watching you . . . you . . . you . . ."
God, it'sliterallypainful watching her try to form the words.
"Fuck the other one," I finish for her.
"You think that's a punishment?" She laughs so violently it almost sounds like a witch's cackle. "I don't care what you do, Saint Laurier! You arenothingto me."
I stalk her down the aisle between desks and smile as I reach her.
"Hard way it is, pretty girl."
I catch her at the end of the row by the hair. She tries to bite me, but I drag her, kicking and screaming to a small door at the back of the room. I open it, and her gaze shoots behind her in a panic, hissing when she spins her head so fast, it's got to hurt from the hair I still have caught in my fist.
I start with her down the stairs, dragging her with me. It's dark as hell in here, and I can hear her hyperventilating as we descend further, her steps messy and faltering. On more than one occasion, she's only upright because of my ironclad grip on her hair.
"Where are you taking me?" she whimpers eventually, her breath fast and wet as the fight finally leaves her.
Maybe she's exhausted.
Maybe she's about to give in.
I don't care.
I don't answer her question. I'm too busy enjoying listening to the music of her scared breathing in the dark. As we descend further, I stop though. I am distracted by the sound of fucking, and I already know from the heavy breathing and grunts like a bunch of bulls the culprits involved. I yank her to follow me down an attached hallway, and she yelps.
"Keep up, pet," I warn her.
"I'm trying!" she snaps.
A moment later we come to the place where the dumbest students on campus like to meet up and fuck. I shove her against the pitted wall, nestling her head below mine. I know what she sees between the cracks inching through the stone. The two fuckers who threatened her are going at it like colossal rabbits. They won't touch her, not after what Kill told me he and Gabe said to them, but I want her obedience. I'm not above scaring the shit out of her to get it.
Dean is behind Zane, fucking his ass like a barbarian. It does nothing for me, but I hear the moment my pet stops breathing and just watches. Zane grunts with every one of Dean's thrusts, both of them desperate for release as Zane jacks himself off.
"What do you think, pet?" I tell her, my fingers curling her hair. "If you aren't mine, you can always be theirs. I heard they'd appreciate a warm cunt."
She whimpers a little before she locks it down. She's afraid, but she puts on a brave face. I respect that.
"You met them already, right? Asked Kill for help to protect you from them?" I chuckle, soft and low, as she goes ramrod straight between me and the wall.
Dean fucks Zane even harder, his pale ass jiggling with each brutal thrust.
"What do you think, pet?" I ask her. "They can each take a hole. I'm sure they'd be very grateful."
