This class is the most boring one of all.
Finances.
Dylan and I failed this dull class last year. So now we have to retake it because our fathers won’t allow us to fail. Obviously, it would look bad on the family name.
Not that I fucking care.
There is one thing I fucking care about, though, which also might happen to be the least boring thing in this class.
Eve’s fucking sister, Penelope.
She’s sitting in the front of the auditorium near the professor.
Her little black dress barely covers her legs, clad in fishnet stocking, and about five or six chains adorn her neck, maybe to make her look tough even though I know she isn’t. Her purple hair stands out among the other girls. But the funny thing is, she doesn’t want to be noticed.
Too late.
I pull out my phone and hold it up to take a quick picture.
That’ll be a nice addition to my spank bank.
Someone bumps into her with their elbow, a friend, probably. She turns and stares at me. It’s the first time our eyes connect since I filled up her pretty little fucking mouth.
My lip twitches. Her cheeks flush.
Her brows draw together, and she swiftly turns around again.
Mad I made her think about licking my cum off the floor.
I might make her do it again.
When the professor finally finishes blabbing on about shit I don’t care about, he ends class. Everyone gets up, so I wink at Dylan, who quickly rushes down the steps to the only exit, just as we’d discussed before we came to this class.
There’s no way I’m going to go at Penelope with all our classmates and a fucking professor watching. I’m not that stupid. People here adore us. In fact, half the girls are fawning at Dylan while they walk past him out the door, blowing kisses on their way, some even trying to give him their numbers.
He’s the flirty one of us three, and he does it so well, it makes me want to hurl.
He knows how to use his good looks to his advantage.
But I know that smooth smile hides a killer in plain sight.
I lick my lips as I watch Penelope pack her new bag and wait until she looks up. Finally, she spots Dylan at the front door saying bye to everyone, and her body grows rigid.
She turns to glare at me, and I simply tilt my head, a smirk tugging at my lips.
I tap my fingers onto the desk, her eyes widening.
You’d better run now, little Pen … before it’s too late.
Before you become our next prey.
Dylan
Penelope hastily turns around again and throws everything into her bag. But as she closes her bag, a part of the zipper comes loose, and almost all of her books come tumbling out again. As if it was meant to be.
The professor is the last one to pick up his books and hurriedly stuffs everything into a bag, which he slings over his shoulder while munching on a sandwich.
“See you later, boys,” he tells me and waves at Felix as he leaves the auditorium.
Penelope swiftly grabs all the books strewn across the floor and tucks everything into her broken bag, holding it close to her body as she runs down the chairs, but the teacher just left the room, so I shut the door right before she gets there.
I can hear her suck in a breath behind me, the mere sound awakening all my senses.
And fuck me, I can’t wait to hear those breathy moans she gave Felix when he stuffed her to the brim.
With my back turned to her, I smile and push the key into the lock, then glance at her over my shoulder.
Her eyes widen. Panicked, she steps backward. But the only other exit is at the top of the stairs, and Felix stands there, waiting for her to choose.
Me or him.
It’s going down either way.
“Penelope …” Felix calls from the back as he continuously taps the small desk in front of him. “I don’t think you know what you’ve gotten yourself into.”
Her face turns as white as snow, and she quickly looks my way, seething. “Open the door.”
I fold my arms. “How about no?”
From the back door, Alistair emerges, and he shuts that door too, tucking the key into his pocket.
“How the fuck did you both get keys?” she mutters.
I smirk. “Perks of being the dean’s son.”
She glances sideways at Alistair, who casually strolls down the stairs and throws Felix the key over his shoulder.
She clutches her bag tightly, skittishly looking around like a mouse caught in a trap.
Good.
I love seeing the fear building in her eyes. It gets me fucking fired up like nothing else. And the more of a fighter she is, the better it’ll feel to break her.
“What do you want?” she asks.
“You’re the one who cornered me in the store,” Alistair says as he approaches. “So I think it’s about time you started talking.”
“You’re the ones who need to explain yourselves after you stole my sister’s diary,” she growls back. “After you …” Her cheeks stain red.
“After what, Penelope?” Felix muses as he slowly walks down the steps too, the menacing look on his face making even my hairs stand up. “After I dragged your face through my cum?”
She swallows, visibly shaken by the mere memory alone.
“So you have thought of it,” Felix boasts, sticking his hands into his pockets as he closes in on her.
Even with him in her face, she still manages to speak up. “You violated—”
“You liked it,” he interrupts, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. And he leans in to softly whisper, “And you’ll beg me to do it again soon.”
Goddamn psycho. I love it.
“What? No, I didn’t,” she retorts, clenching her teeth like she’s upset he’d even suggest. “I did it to get the diary back.” She eyes my pocket. “Give me the fucking key, Dylan.”
I pull out the key and twirl it around. “Oh, you mean this key?”
She lunges at me and tries to snatch it from my hand, but I quickly retract my arm, lifting it high up in the air where she can’t reach, not even on her toes. And it brings me lots of joy watching her struggle as she rubs up against my chest.
Suddenly, Felix grabs her from behind, his arms snaking around her waist.
“Hey! Let go of me!” she squeals.
She punches at him, but he locks her arms underneath his grip. Felix’s firm hold is not something anyone can escape easily. Within seconds, he’s pushed both her arms behind her back and pinned them there with one hand.
“You motherfuc—”
He puts his other hand over her mouth. “Don’t yell, little slut.” Her eyes widen and sparkle with rage, and it makes me snort. “Don’t want to alert the other students, do we?”
She’s killing me with her eyes. I’ve never seen so much anger come from one girl before. It’s vexing. And exhilarating.
My bulge grows harder and harder as I get closer and dangle the key in front of her. Right before she attempts to free herself, I pluck it away and tuck it back into my pocket.
“You should’ve stayed out of our way,” I tell her. “But you couldn’t stop yourself from tailing Alistair, could you?”
Her brow furrows, but whatever she tries to say is blocked by Felix’s hand.
Alistair leans down on a chair. “To be fair, we did provoke her.”
“She provoked us first,” I rebuke. “By flaunting that fucking diary in our face.”
Her whole body quakes as Felix shoves her onto the table and forces her to sit down while he keeps her arms pinned down.
I tilt her chin and make her look at me. “What’s it for? Is it a hate book? Why did your sister have pictures of everyone in there?”
She clenches her jaw, and Felix whispers into her ear, “If you yell, I will silence you with my dick in your mouth again.” He slowly lowers his hand to her neck, keeping a firm grip on her throat and wrists. “Now answer him.”
She doesn’t say a word.
A filthy smile forms on my lips.
Guess I’ll have to convince her.
I get up close and personal, tilting my head to take in her short-length black dress, taking my time to swoop over her fishnet stockings and those thick boots underneath. With that purple eyeliner matching her hair, she reminds me of those girls who wear kitty headphones.
I wonder if she can purr.
I grab her cheek and caress it softly. “Talk … or I’ll make your pussy speak.”
She shudders in place but keeps her mouth shut.
So I slide my hand from her cheek all the way to where the seam of her dress begins and slowly lower it, sliding my fingers inside. She hisses when I grip her tit and pinch her nipple.
“You still want to stay silent?” I ask.
I toy with her nipple, circling it, tugging at it until I spot her taking a gasp.
So I lean in and whisper, “You’re going to make noise … whether it’s words or a moan, I will hear you.”
My other hand slides down her body until I reach her fishnet stockings.
RIP!
It comes undone at the seams easily, and I tear it all away until there’s one big gaping hole. And a pair of panties begging me to take them off.
She attempts to cross her legs, but I push them apart and stand between them. My hand dives in, and I press one finger onto her clit.
Just like that, she sucks in another breath.
“Not so strong now, are you?” I muse, slowly circling her slit until she begins to writhe in Felix’s arms. “So sensitive. So … needy.”
“Shut up,” she sneers out of nowhere.
My brow rises. “Oh, the little slut can talk?”
She immediately slams her lips shut again and attempts to wriggle loose from Felix’s grasp, but he’s much stronger than she is. But we all know that, including her. She just wants to pretend.
Pretend to be strong.
Pretend to want to escape.
But secretly, she wants nothing more than to submit.
I flick my fingers along her sensitive parts through the fabric of her panties until I find a wet spot. I slide my finger through, and her whole body tenses up. “Already wet for my finger now? Tsk. So easy.” I lean away and lick my lips. “I wonder how hot you can get.”
I fish my lighter from my pocket and turn on the flame.
Her eyes flicker in the light, pupils dilating quickly.
I bring the flame closer and closer to her little pussy, right underneath that pretty little fucking black dress of hers that I’m dying to burn away so I can see what’s underneath.
“NO!” she shrieks, fighting off Felix to no avail. “What do you want?”
“Tell us why the fuck your sister had pictures of the whole school in her diary,” Felix rasps into her ear. “I want to know all her fucking secrets and yours.”
“I don’t know why. I never asked her,” she says through gritted teeth.
“How did you get your hands on that diary, then?”
“She left it for me after her death,” she says, swallowing. “Why the fuck are you asking me any of this? I don’t fucking know why she did what she did, okay?”
I tilt my head, pulling away the lighter just a little. The flame was enough to motivate her to talk, but her answers won’t help us at all.
“How the fuck do you even know my sister? You weren’t even in the same class,” she says, incensed. “Did you bully her too?”
I burst out into laughter. “Bully?”
“Yeah, you three are fucking bullies, and you know it,” she says, staring me down. “It was you boys, wasn’t it? She killed herself because of you.”
My whole body grows frigid. “Because of us?”
“You were there that night of the bonfire!” she yells.
“We didn’t make her fucking jump.”
“She left me a fucking note calling you out.”
What?
A note?
There’s more than that diary?
Felix shakes his head and momentarily releases her from his grip to rub his face.
Suddenly, she whips out a knife and cuts his arm. He yelps and loses his grip entirely.
I lunge forward to grab her, but she kicks me in the nuts.
Fuck.
That hurts.
I bend over, heaving, trying to keep the pain from making me vomit.
She runs up the steps to the back of the auditorium.
“Get back here,” Felix growls, chasing after her.
I can’t fucking move, but Alistair is in pursuit too. “Fuck, you let her go!”
“She fucking cut me again,” Felix snarls back.
I groan from the pain, trying to move, but it’s impossible. God, her kicks hurt like hell. She must’ve trained them.
But there’s no way she can escape, not without the keys.
She kicks the doors so hard that a dent appears, and I’m impressed. “Don’t let her escape,” I call out.
She looks around as Felix and Alistair approach from behind.
“Give up, Pen,” Felix snarls. “You’re not going anywhere until we finish with you.”
“I’m not letting you put one finger on me,” she growls back, and she runs for the emergency case on the wall against the left wall, knocking in the window with the back of her knife. Without a second thought, she pulls the fire alarm.
My eyes widen. Fuck. We didn’t take it into account …
The fire alarm begins to fill the hallways.
The doors click.
Our eyes connect.
And she immediately dashes for the door.
Alistair runs up the final steps, but she grabs a chair and chucks it at him.
He ducks away, caught between two chairs and a desk.
And as Felix runs up behind her, she throws open the door and bolts out.
Seconds later, the sprinklers go off, immediately dousing the flame in my lighter and all our clothes.
Felix roars with rage and grabs the seat Alistair is stuck in and throws it at the wall. Then he helps him get up, and they both peer out the door while I finally manage to make my way up the stairs with soaked clothes.
But no one is left because hundreds of students are all rushing for the exits, thinking it’s a lockdown of the school because of an actual fire.
“We lost her again,” Alistair mutters. “What if she talks?”
“She won’t,” Felix says, clenching his teeth. “She wants the same thing we do.”
Alistair narrows his eyes at me. “Answers?”
A smirk forms on my lips. “Revenge.”
