Page 90 of F*ck It Out With A Devil

My hand starts to shake as I hear her voice on the other side, deep in her science lecture. I throw open the door, causing it to bang against the wall.

“Get out!” I yell. When nobody makes an effort to move, I add more emphasis. “All of you, get the fuck out of this room, right fucking now, or so help me, I will fucking make you.” I snarl.

They all begin to run for the exit, nearly knocking each other over in their attempt to flee.

“Class, we aren’t finished yet.” Her voice quivers as she forces the words out.

“Oh yes, class, she is very much finished. You are all expected to be on time for the next class. That is all.” I say, walking past them to the woman that is shooting daggers at me.

“Wyck, what is the meaning of this?”

“I need something that only you can give me, step-mother.” I growl.

“Don’t call me that.” She whines.

“Why not? You are going to be my step-mother, aren’t you?” I goad her as I slowly step in front of her.

“Does it matter?” She whispers.

“No, it sure the fuck does not.” I grunt, grabbing her by the back of her neck and pulling her mouth down on mine in a forceful kiss.

She groans into me, trying to push me away, but I’m not having that shit.

“If you don’t stop wiggling in my arms, I’m going to take you in that office and whip your ass before I fuck your brains out.” I bark.

“Wyck, stop. There are students still in here. They’d see you do it. It could damage my image.” She whines.

“No, it won’t. I own this school, therefore what I say goes. But, since you’re so worried about being seen, come with me.” I demand, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her makeshift office.

“Wyck, please.” She begs.

“Please what, Little Fox?” I ask, stopping and turning around to face her. She looks like a deer caught in headlights as she thinks about how to answer me. After a beat or two, I decide to answer for her. “That’s what I thought. Be quiet and follow me.”

She does what I say as I lead us to her office. Once inside, I don’t have time to admire her quiet, little space because she’s earned herself a whipping just like Wells gave her not so long ago.

“Shut the door.” I mumble, letting go of her hand. She walks to the door, slams it shut, and turns to look at me with a scowl on her face. “Do you wish to say something, Little Fox?”

She just stands there, gawking at me while breathing hard. It's really a sight to see her all riled up like this and to know I’m the cause of it.

“I have plenty to say, Wyck!” She yells, coming towards me, ramming a finger into my chest. “How dare you barge in here and interrupt my class like that! What gives you the friggin’ right, you little dipshit?”

I look down at her finger still resting in the center of my chest, and then back up at her. I watch her eyes shift from pissed off to something more as I slowly walk her backwards to the door.

“Let’s get something straight, Athens.” I begin. “Here, you are on my turf, just like you were four weeks ago as well as three years ago. What I say goes, and there isn’t a damn thing you can do to stop me.” I whisper, lowering my head so I’m at her level. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” I smile wickedly down at her.

“What the hell are you talking about? Three years ago? Sure, you and Bash were friends of the family growing up, but I hadn’t seen you in at least a decade before that dreadful dinner we were forced to endure. So, you wouldn’t know what I was up to three years ago or even four weeks ago for that matter.” She huffs, crossing her arms under her breasts.

All that does is push them closer to my face, making me break my concentration for a split second. Shaking my head, I get back to business.

“One of my favorite mottos is ‘I can show you better than I can tell you.’ And with that dirty, little mouth of yours, I can see that’s exactly what I’ll have to do.” Those are the last words I utter before I reclaim her lips as my own. This time, I don’t miss the moan that she tries to hide as I open up and swallow it whole.

Her arms wrap around my neck as my hands slide down to that nice round ass of hers. I pick her up as she tries to protest, but she has no choice, other than to listen as she wraps those thick thighs around my waist.

“Do you feel what you fucking do to me, Little Fox.” I growl again as her eyes widen when she realizes what I just called her.

She studies me, thinking if she wants to question me about that nickname or not. I’ll bite if she decides to go that route, but something tells me… She won’t.

I lean in and trace her lips with my tongue before I bite down on her plump bottom one. She pouts, and it makes her look like a kid. I’d never given thought as to how true the statement ‘Black don’t crack’ could be, because she doesn’t look a day over twenty-two.

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