Page 98 of Psycho Gods

I leaned back against him and swayed.

“No one.” I sighed. “I slapped myself because I was trying to feel something. Sadly, it didn’t work. I’ll make sure to use a shovel next time.”

Warm breath fanned against the side of my face, and for a long moment, we swayed to the music in a toxic imitation of dancing.

One began where the other ended.

“You’re a shit liar, Arabella,” he said harshly in my ear.

I slammed my elbow back into his sternum. “My name is not Arabella. It’s Aran.”

Instead of letting me go like I’d planned, Scorpius moaned and jerked his hips against my ass.

Hardness pressed against me.

He curled his one hand around my face so his fingernails pressed against my skin in five pinpricks of pain. He palmed my core with his other hand.

Fire exploded down my spine.

I whimpered.

“If you wanted it rough, you just had to ask.” His hips swayed against me faster, in time with the music. He clutched my pussy through my sweatpants like it belonged to him.

Arousal pooled inside my stomach.

Male and female students shot me dirty glares, and it took me a second to remember that everyone at the academy had Stockholm syndrome over the kings.

They were all deranged.

Not me.

Nope, I had my head screwed on straight and a crystal-clear understanding that the three of them were psychopaths.

In fact, I was so intelligent that I was letting one of them publicly fondle me. Slay (in the sexual sense).

I sucked on my remaining three pipes.

Desire flamed hotter.

“The problem is,” I whispered as I melted back against Scorpius, “I fucking hate you.”

His grip on my core tightened. Fingers massaging.

I shuddered.

My hips jerked against his hold.

Scorpius nuzzled the side of my face and breathed harshly into my ear. Goose bumps exploded across my skin, and I shivered violently.

“Don’t worry, Arabella, I forgive you for your cruel words.” He tightened his hands and a spasm fluttered through me.

I pressed my thighs together and said weakly, “Release me.”

“But you don’t want me to.” He laughed, and the sound was filthy.

My voice dripped with frost. “But I’m telling you to, and you’re not listening. Some Protector you are.”

He released me like I’d burned him. He stepped away, and his expression was dark. “I’ll always protect you. Don’t you dare question that.”

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