“Are you sure you locked it?”
Mrs. June’s voice came out in a rough pant as I shoved her over the edge of the pew, lifting her long skirt and nudging her legs apart with my knees.
“It’s locked,” I told her, though honestly, I couldn’t remember if I had. Didn’t really give a shit.
I ran a hand down the line of her thick ass, flicking her skin-tone panties aside to press two fingers against her opening. Her hands lifted to grip the back of the next pew as a stuttering moan left her lips.
She was already so wet for me. She always was.
“You like that, Care?”
“Call me Mrs. June,” she cried as I shoved them inside of her, feeling her pussy clench around the digits.
I unbuckled my jeans and let them drop, exposing my hard on to the cool air in the chapel only for a second before I buried it into the heat of her cunt, not bothering to give her time to adjust. Groaning, I slapped her ass, leaving a bright cherry-red handprint behind.
“Yes,” she cried out, and I reached forward, clamping a fist around the prim little bun of blonde hair at the nape of her neck.
“Quiet,” I hissed. Not because I gave a flying fuck if anyone heard her, but because it ruined it for me when they spoke. She moaned as I eased out, driving back into her hard and fast, pulling so sharply on her hair that a whimper escaped her lips.
Her manicured nails dug into the old wood of the pew as I fucked her like a man starved. Until her little moans turned to startled cries, and she wriggled beneath me, trying to tug her hair free from my grasp.
“Rook!” she croaked between my thrusts, and I bent over her, wrapping my other hand around her dainty little neck as I drove into her from behind. I never really liked blondes, but Mrs. June had the body and the willingness to oblige my tastes to make up for that.
“Shut up, Mrs. June.”
My hips pounded against her ass, no doubt turning them as red as her pretty neck as I increased my speed, battering her against the pew until the thing started to come loose where it was bolted to the floor. Fucking her until all of my frustration was spent and the image of Randy’s pale corpse faded from my mind.
The fucker who killed him was a dead man walking, he just didn’t know it yet. I hoped Diesel would let me be the one to do it. It’d been a while. Too long.
I didn’t let myself nut until Randy was fully purged from my skull. Not until the haunted memories seeing that carving in his chest brought back were gone, too.
“Fuck,” I roared, burying myself in Mrs. June until she found her release, her pussy clenching around my cock in a way that had me groan as I poured into her. Every meticulously crafted muscle in my body tense and writhing beneath my tatted flesh.
I released her throat, and she took a strained, gasping breath. Guess I was squeezing a bit too hard. I’d only meant to apply pressure to her carotid, but like Corvus always liked to remind me…I sometimes got carried away.
My phone went off in my pocket and I pulled out of Mrs. June, slipping my still-damp cock back into my jeans as I yanked them up.
Before I could get the phone out to check the message, Mrs. June whirled around. I saw the slap coming a mile away but didn’t bother to stop her as the little slut’s open palm cracked across my face.
Mmmm. My skin bristled, and I licked the dribble of blood from where the force of her strike tore at my lip ring, grinning at her.
“What’s wrong, Caroline? I thought you liked it rough.”
She moved to hit me again, defiance in her haughty stare and curled upper lip, but this time I stopped her. Snatching up her wrist, I yanked her in until she was close enough that her disgusting vanilla musk perfume filled my nose. Even in heels, she seemed so small, so insignificant as I stared down at her. “Hit me again and you will live to regret it.”
Her bottom lip trembled for a moment before she got control of herself, snatching her wrist away to attempt to right the mess that was her hair and adjust her shirt to try to cover the marking my hand left behind on her throat.
“Heathen,” she snarled at me as she stuffed her feet back into her shoes and made her way toward the door. The door that was not locked after all as she opened it without the need to undo the deadbolt.
She growled her frustration, turning back to give me one last blistering glare before leaving.
“You know you love it. The rough fuck. The fear of getting caught. It’s what you need to get off, Mrs. June.”
She took off into the north wing of Briar Hall, leaving me with only the sting of her slap and the scent of her sweet pussy lingering in the air. She’d be back.
I rolled my shoulders, pressing my thumb to my phone to unlock it.
Grey: New girl is in our homeroom. Hasn’t shown her face yet though.
I had absolutely no doubt Corvus made some midnight phone calls to make that happen. The guy never missed an opportunity to control a situation.
I stuffed my phone into my pocket and pushed my dark hair back, shooting a look at the statue staring down at me from the dais. “What?” I asked Jesus, shrugging as I reached into my other pocket for a cigarette. Lighting it up, I inhaled deeply, tipping my head to the side to work out the kinks in my neck. “We’re just going to play with her.”
And this time, I had a feeling I was going to enjoy the game.
