Page 14 of Jagger
"Let me go," I command, glaring at Jagger as he strolls over, a stupid grin on his face. "I'm serious, Jagger; let me gonow!"
His emerald gaze sweeps over me, and he tuts, his fingers lacing with mine as he rests his forehead on mine. The stench of pussy makes me want to vomit, and I turn my face away in disgust, but he grips my chin, turning me to face him.
Up close, I see the way his eyes darken when he looks at me—I know he wants me, but I'd rather die than give in to him. I spit in his face, and the fucker smiles, wiping my spit with his finger and licking it. I can’t help but watch him, entranced. My core twists with the need to have his tongue flick against my clit—no.
"Even your spit tastes better than her cunt did," Jagger admits, his nostrils flaring. "You think you're special, don't you?"
"I think you're a disgusting prick, and you need to let me go. You can't keep me here like this."
Jagger's eyes flash with delight as he strokes my face. His touch sends shivers through me, and I wait for revulsion to take over, but it doesn't. My body reacts to him regardless of what my brain thinks. It's a slut to society, bowing at dark hair, green eyes, and a fuck-me-body. But I will never admit it to him.
"I can."
He’s fucking right too. It seems Jagger Knox can do anything he wants.
I close my eyes and try to calm myself—if I fight him, he might keep me trussed up here all day. I don't trust him in the slightest, and something tells me he gets away with whatever he wants to do down here.
Where are the teachers?
How does Jagger own a part of the fuckingschoolwhen he’s never here?
He studies me and sighs, resting his body on mine. "If you ignore our mutual hatred for just a second," he murmurs, "imagine what we could have."
I squeeze my eyes shut and command my brain not to imagine what we could have, but as usual, it fucks me over.
His hips roll against mine, and his fingers dance over my stomach, his touch light and delicious. His lips caress the soft skin of my neck, and his words don't help.
"Imagine I was yours, and you were mine," he rasps, lifting my legs around his waist. "Imagine us together. We'd be unstoppable, Molly."
The way he says my name makes me want to weep, but I have to fight this insanity. I'm not giving in to him, no matter how good the sex would be. Because that's all this would ever be—sex.
"Imagine me worshiping you, morning, noon, and night. You'd wake up in my bed with my head between your thighs, screaming my name."
Just sex.
"We'd fall in love, Molly."
No. No. No.
"I'd give you the world."
No. Please, no.
"You'd be dripping in diamonds, and we'd rule the world together."
I bite my lip so hard it draws blood, and I feel him smile against my neck, his tongue flickering out to stroke it.
Agony, that's what this is.
"You'd be everything to me."
My heart stops, and I allow my mind to wander into unknown territory, dancing with the devil himself.
Jagger pulls back, staring at my lips as he moves forward, and I freeze.
"Don't you dare kiss me," I whisper, trembling.
I don't want him to be nice to me—not him. He strokes my hair softly and leans down, his tongue lapping at the blood on my lower lip.
