Page 119 of Filthy Elites

Our mouths meld together, lips against lips. Heat against heat. My breasts swell and I shove them against his chest, wanting more. In his lap, I grind down against him as the desire completely takes over all logical thought.

Viks has to be the one to break the kiss and when he does, we’re both a little sweaty and panting. “As much as I would love to give you another reason to love me,” he says and I blanch, “I doubt you’d be too happy with me if I fucked you right now.”

I push against his chest, irritation flaring back to life now that my thoughts aren’t completely overwhelmed by his scent. “Oh, piss off,” I snap as I adjust my clothes, jerking my shirt back down to cover my stomach. I climb over into the passenger seat and snatch my bag up from the floorboards as I reach for the door handle. “Let me out,” I demand, grabbing the door handle.

“I’ll be here to pick you up after your classes,” Viks says.

“Yeah? Maybe I’ll be here, maybe I won't.” I jerk at the handle meaningfully.

Silence. The doors don’t unlock. I look back and raise a questioning eyebrow. Viks’ face has lost all hint of desire and instead, it’s filled with the darkness of anger. I blink, shocked.

“You will be here, Haley,” he growls, “because you don’t want to know what I’ll do if I have to go hunting for you.” He leans across the console and gets all up in my space.

Once again, my breath stops. I pull back automatically, accidentally banging the back of my head into the passenger side window to avoid the violence in his eyes.

“I am letting you have this freedom, baby,” he says, reaching up as his fingers touch the corner of my mouth. “But make no mistake, if I wanted to, I could have you locked up and no one would be able to stop me. No one would even know you went missing.”

My heart hammers inside my chest wildly, like a bird finally realizing it’s well and truly trapped. “I…” I have no words. No idea what to say to that. It’s hot and yet, at the same time, frightening.

Something clicks inside the door and Viks pulls back. Only then do I realize that his other hand is on the button to unlock the doors. “Go,” he orders. “I’ll be here to pick you up later. Keep your phone on.”

“You didn’t have to give me a new phone,” I mutter.

He shoots me a dark look and I sigh. “Fine.”

“Get to class,” he orders.

Unable to do anything else, I nod and open the door, hopping out onto the sidewalk. Sunshine hits me in the face and I take a step back away from the vehicle.Should I … run?I wonder.Can I even get away?

As if he can read my mind, Viks rolls down the passenger side window after I’ve shut the door and leans across. “Don’t even think about it, baby,” he warns. “I’ll find you—wherever you go, I’ll find you.”

I stare back at him and hitch my backpack a little higher on my shoulder. “Goodbye, Viks,” I say before turning away and heading off.

His laughter slides through my ears, dark and low, as I stride down the sidewalk, heading into the crowd waiting to cross one of the crosswalks that leads to the row of classroom buildings. When I look back, it’s after I’ve already met up with them, and the SUV is gone. My confusion remains.

Three months ago, if someone were to have told me that I’d be in this kind of relationship with Mitchell Vikson, I would’ve told them they were insane. Now … well, I’m still having a difficult time coming to terms with it myself.

If he was going to be like this, why the hell did he ever torture me in the first place? All those late nights at the club when I really should have been in my dorm room, getting ready for my next art project. Those times he requested me only to have me at his beck and call for hours in a private lounge. The little snide comments. The irritating looks.Was he just riling me up because he knew I couldn’t stand him?

I’m so lost in my own thoughts that I don’t realize I’ve reached my classroom building until I’m standing in front of the steps and a familiar face is striding down the sidewalk, eyes completely focused on me. I groan internally. Of all days to deal with Josh, I was really hoping it wouldn’t be today.

“Is it true?” Josh demands as he stops in front of me, a scowl on his lips.

My brows shoot up in surprise at his tone. “Is what true?” I reply, frowning.

“Is it true that that fuckwad dropped you off at school today?”

“That fuckwad is my boss,” I remind him, “and it’s none of your business.” I turn to head into the building, but I’m stopped by a firm hand on my arm.

I blink and look down as Josh’s grip tightens and he pulls me back around to face him. “Don’t fuck with me, Haley,” he growls. “What the hell is going on with him? Are you fucking him?”

Shock courses through me. “What the fuck does it matter to you?” I demand.

“We’re—” he starts.

“Nothing,” I say, cutting him off. “I have never once wanted to go out with you, Josh. The answer has always been and always will be no. You keep asking and asking and I just don’t know how to say it in a way that you’ll understand. I’m not interested in you like that.”

Josh’s face darkens and as I pull my arm from his hand, his arms drop to his sides, his fingers balling up into fists. “But you’re interested inhim?”

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