Remi’s eyes are wide and full of unshed tears as she looks around the parking lot. Water drips from her hair and uniform. Her shirt is wet through and clings to her body in the most incredible way, showing off her pink bra beneath.
Wrapping her blazer around herself, she sets off to the sound of catcalls and wolf whistles. Anger burns within me that anyone else has the audacity to hurt her.
I glance around the crowd before my eyes land on the cheerleaders. And who should be front and center but the blonde she was with last night. My eyes narrow in her direction, but she’s too busy mocking Remi and gesturing to the giant ass puddle she drove through in order to drench her.
That bitch needs to be taught a fucking lesson.
With everyone distracted, I take off running in the direction Remi disappeared in. I step into the hallway just as the door to the girls’ locker room shuts.
Bingo.
As I slam the door back against the wall, every set of eyes turns on me.
“Out,” I bark.
Girls in varying arrays of dress scream, all running for the door once they’ve covered themselves up.
Good.
At least some got the message that I’m not to be messed with.
Stalking through the now empty space, I look for evidence of where she’s hiding. A hand dryer starts up and I follow the sound. I come to a stop in the doorway and find a crying Remi standing in her pink bra, holding her shirt under the hand dryer.
I lean my hip against the doorframe and watch her for a few moments. Her hair has been pulled over one shoulder, the milky skin of her back on full display until it’s cut off at the smallest part of her waist by her skirt. Unlike most of the other girls here, it’s not rolled up to expose as much skin as possible, and while I’m happy that she’s not showing every other guy more of her body, right now I can’t help wishing that it was.
I’ve had a taste of her now, and I only want more.
I remember how compliant, how eager she was beneath my hands last night. Fuck, my cock stirs just remembering the little moans that rumbled at the back of her throat as I kissed her. I can only imagine the noises she might make when I push her over the edge.
Remi still has no idea that I’m here—she’s too lost in her misery. As much as I want to stand here and just watch, my need to touch her gets the better of me.
She startles the second I press the length of my body against her back, her scream filling the room. But it soon falters when she registers that it’s me.
“It’s okay, Princess. It’s just me.” I’m sure to most people, having me sneak up behind them and whisper in their ear would be anything but okay. I take pride in my ability to strike when people least expect it. It earned me somewhat of a reputation back in the Heights.
My hands land on her waist and she trembles beneath them. “They’re going to pay for that, Princess.”
She sniffles. “It-it’s okay. I’m used to it.”
Every muscle in my body tenses.
“Bullshit. You shouldn’t have to get used to that kind of treatment.”
She tries to move away, but my fingers grip her waist tighter to keep her in place.
“It’s just Michaela trying to be the Queen Bee, trying to impress her pathetic friends.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal.
She’s wrong.
It’s a really big fucking deal.
Reaching out, I take her shirt from her hands and place it on the basins beside us.
“Ace, what are you—?”
A gasp falls from her lips as I spin her and press her back up against the cold tiles.
Her tears have stopped, thank fuck. I’m not sure I could cope with seeing her crying again because of someone else.
If I make her cry, then that’s a whole other ballgame.
I close the space between us. My eyes drop from hers in favor of the bite mark I left behind last night. My semi hard cock goes full mast at the sight of my brand on her pale skin.
“Ace?” she whispers, her voice unsure and weak.
Those motherfuckers shouldn’t have the power to make her feel less than she is.
Reaching out, I run my fingertip over the bruise. Her skin breaks out in goosebumps as she whimpers.
Fuck.
Flattening my hand against her chest, I run it up to her neck and wrap my fingers around gently.
I’m the only one who holds the power to break her, and she needs to learn that.
Those cunts out there are nothing. Fucking nothing compared to me.
To what I’m capable of.
“You don’t need to worry about Michaela. I’ll take care of her.”
“N-no. I don’t want you fighting my battles for me.”
“That’s the thing though, Princess.” My eyes bounce between hers, trying to figure out if she understands the strength behind what I’m about to say. “It’s not just your battle now. They hurt you, then they hurt me. And no motherfucker hurts me.”
Her lips part as if she’s going to argue, and I use it to my advantage.
I crash my lips to hers and plunge my tongue into her mouth, searching hers out and encouraging her to join me.
It takes her all of two seconds before she sags against me and her tongue tangles with mine. My left hand squeezes her throat gently, and it’s the final push she needs to lose control. She sucks my tongue into her mouth before gently biting down and making me groan.
So that’s how it’s going to be between us, is it?
My other hand skims up her waist until I take her breast in my palm. She moans, thrusting them forward, and I’m powerless but to give in to her silent demands. Slipping the cup down, I pinch her already hard nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
Her entire body tenses as the sensation races through her.
“Good?” I mumble against her jaw as I kiss across her soft skin. Her scent drives me fucking crazy to the point that I’m not sure I’m ever going to get what I need from her.
Sucking on the sensitive skin beneath her ear, I bite down gently.
“Ace,” she cries, her head falling back against the wall with a thud.
The bell rings out, signaling the start of school.
“Fuck. Ace. We can’t do this.”
She attempts to push my hands from her body, but I’m having none of it. I’ve only just fucking started.
“Says who? We’ve got twenty minutes before our first class. Live on the wild side.”
“I don’t know what that is,” she admits so quietly that I’m not sure if I’m meant to hear it or not.
“Let me show you.”
I kiss down her neck before grazing her collarbone with my teeth.
“Fuck,” she moans, spurring me on.
Slipping down her other bra cup, I stare down at her almost bare breasts. My mouth waters, and, before I even have a chance to think about it, my lips wrap around one perfectly pink nipple and I suck. Hard.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Her head bangs with each word and I smile around the dusky bud, knowing exactly how much power I have right now.
I could take anything, and I’ve no doubt she’d allow it to happen. She’s like fucking putty in my hands. Just like I knew she would be. I saw that glint in her eye that first night at James’, and it seems I wasn’t wrong.
She might think she’s weak, running away from Michaela and her bunch of bitches, but she’s wrong. This girl has the power to get whatever it is she wants. She just needs to learn to stand up for herself.
I kiss across to the other side as her fingers slide into my hair and grip tightly. The pinch of pain is exactly what I need. For someone who wanted me to stop only a few moments ago, she sure seems keen to continue all of a sudden.
Finding the bare skin of her thigh, I run my hand up the inside. “Oh god,” she whimpers as I draw closer to where she needs me.
Her heat is incredible, and the desire to find out just how tight she might be as I slide into her has my cock weeping.
It’s been too fucking long since I saw some action. I’ve had offers—more than I can count from the rich sluts who attend this school. But one look at Remi the day we moved here, and I knew no one else could come close to giving me what I needed.
“Are you wet for me, Princess?”
A groan is all I get in response.
“Answer me, or I’ll stop.” I’m pretty sure it’s an empty threat, because I’m not sure I could stop right now even if Principal Vager walked in and caught us. I’d have to kill the motherfucker after for watching my girl fall apart, mind you.
My girl.
What the fuck, Jagger?
“Yes. Yes,” she cries. “Yes, Ace. Please.”
Her words are my undoing. Reaching up, I rip her panties from her body, the sound of the fabric tearing filling the room. I let them fall to the floor, and Remi gasps, But to my surprise, she doesn’t say anything. Instead, she shocks the fuck out of me by parting her feet a little.
Standing to full height once again, I rest my forearm against the wall beside her head and look into her eyes. I want to see them dark with lust, full of hunger for me as I make her fall apart. As I show her exactly who she belongs to. Who owns her body.
Her lips are parted as her increased breaths race past. Her eyes are almost black with desire and her cheeks rosy red.
She looks fucking incredible.
And all mine for the taking.
“I need you to do something for me.”
“Y-yes, anything.”
A wicked smile plays on my lips.
“Make sure you scream my name when you come all over my fingers.”
Her cheeks only get redder at my words, and I love that I can make her blush.
My innocent little princess. The things I have to teach you.
Before she gets a chance to think, I part her lips. “Fuck me,” I groan, finding her soaking wet for me. “You weren’t fucking lying, were you?”
She shakes her head.
Finding her clit, I rub circles around it before pinching down hard. Her lips form an O in shock and her eyes flutter closed. “Eyes on me,” I demand. “You watch me as I do this to you.”
She nods ever so slightly, and one side of my lips tilts up at her compliance.
Slipping my fingers lower, I find her entrance and circle a few times.
“Oh god. Fuck. Ace,” she chants. I can tell she’s desperate to close her eyes, but she follows orders like a good little princess.
Pushing one digit inside her, I bite down on my cheek when I find her incredibly tight. Fuck, how she’ll feel around my cock.
Her body trembles before me as I slide deeper inside her. Mewls and moans of pleasure fall from her lips as her eyelids get heavier, but at no point does she close them.
With my thumb against her clit and two fingers deep inside her, her walls start to ripple as she drips down my hand. “Do you have any idea how wet you are for me right now?”
She shakes her head. She’s so lost to what I’m doing to her, I doubt she even registers my words.
“Your juices are running down my hand.”
“Oh god.”
“It’s. So. Fucking. Hot.”
Bending my fingers, I find the spot that will have her screaming and rub at her relentlessly. A sheen of sweat begins to cover her skin, and unintelligible words and pleas fall from her lips as she races towards orgasm.
It’s fucking hypnotic, watching her fall.
Then, all of a sudden her body quakes and she does exactly as she was told.
“Acccce.” Her scream fills the silent space around us and ensures that anyone who might be in hearing distance knows exactly who’s doing this to her.
Exactly as I want it.
Every motherfucker in this place needs to know she’s mine, because no one dares put their hands on anything that belongs to me.
Her pussy clamps down so hard on my fingers that I swear I’m only a second away from coming in my own pants like a fucking twelve-year-old at a wet t-shirt competition.
“Fucking hell, Princess. You’re fucking killing me.”
After a few seconds, her body stops convulsing and she comes down from her high. I know the moment that reality comes crashing down on her, because her eyes widen and she lifts her hands to cover her exposed tits. It’s a damn fucking shame.
“What the fuck, Ace?”
“You’re welcome.”
Lifting my hand, I suck the two fingers that were just inside her into my mouth. My eyes hold hers as I do so, and hers go so wide I’m worried they might pop out.
“Mmmm… you taste like fucking heaven, Princess.”
“Oh my god. I cannot believe you just did that.”
She makes quick work of pulling the lace back over her tits before dropping her face into her hands and hiding from me.
“One,” I say, wrapping my fingers around her wrists and pulling them from her face. “That totally happened. And two, never hide from me. Ever.”
Her lips part like she wants to rip me a new one, but she doesn’t say anything. Stepping away from the wall, she stares at the floor in disbelief.
Following her gaze, I find her ruined panties beside her foot. “You,” she seethes, stepping up to me, her face red with anger. “You expect me to spend the rest of the day at school with no panties on?”
I can’t help the wicked smile that curls my lips.
I want to tell her that it’s my way of ensuring she doesn’t forget who has them as I bend down to collect them and shove them in my pocket, but the words that fall from my lips are very different.
“Spend the day with me.”
