Page 11 of Save Me
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VOGUE
The morning drags on,and each lecture adds another block of time that I tick off in my head. My skin burns from where the guys cut me, but it’s a good kind of burn. Possessive, obsessive and dark. It sends a thrill going over me, and I wish they’d stuck around afterwards, but they were on a mission, and there was nothing else for me to do except come to class. The fact that I feel like this was the worse option doesn’t sit right with me, but then there’s nothing much I can do about that. My life has changed since stepping foot here, and now, I even wonder if I want to carry on doing this. What’s the point? I’ve already decided that Dad can give me everything I want, and while the old me would’ve hated it, the new me is grabbing whatever opportunity strikes to move up in this world. I’m tired of being on the bottom rung.
Work hard, and you’ll make it to the top.That’s what Mum used to say, but I’m twenty-three, I’ve worked hard my entire life, and even when I leave here, without The Crowned Syndicate, I willstillhave nothing. I’ll have to compete for jobs I can do with my eyes closed and probably still take another ten years to get what I can get in a few months working with Dad.
With him.
That’s what makes this even more appealing—as if it wasn’t already. I won’t be workingforanyone. The darkness has called and seduced me in ways my poor, starved body has begged so many nights for, and I’ve snatched it up. I don’t actually give a fuck what anyone thinks about that because they haven’t been in my shoes, and they aren’t standing in them now, so no one has a right to judge me or my choices.
Sighing as I pull my attention back to the stand-in professor, seeing as Harrow has disappeared. I still don’t know what happened with the Vipers. I haven’t had much time with the guys to ask.
So, I sit here, whiling away the time, bored and ready for more action.
As the lecture finally ends, I pack away my stuff and run out of the lecture hall, determined to find one of the guys and ask what the situation is regarding me and getting more involved, when I run into Thayer lurking outside.
“Hey!” I say, grabbing his arm, lighting up like a Christmas tree as he gives me that gaze that makes my clit twitch.
“Hey,” he murmurs, cupping the back of my neck and pulling me in close. He presses his lips to mine and gives me a kiss that leaves me panting. I brush my hand over the front of his pants, making my intentions known.
He smiles. It’s wicked and telling, but he shakes his head and takes my hand, leading me away from the other students milling around.
“Later,” he murmurs. “And in public where anyone could walk in on us.”
“Yes,” I breathe, remembering my first time with Quentin on the hilltop out in the open. It was thrilling and exciting.
Gazing up at Thayer, awestruck that this deeply possessive and morally bankrupt man wants me as much as I want him,I see a glint in his eye that spells trouble—or excitement, depending on how you look at it.
“We’re heading out for an adventure,” he says, voice low.
“Adventure? What kind?”
“Can’t tell you yet.” He grins, and I can tell he enjoys keeping me in suspense.
“Well, that sucks. Look, I want more responsibility. I need to get into the nitty-gritty.”
“And you will, baby girl. Tonight, you will see what I can do, and I want you there as you watch me work my magic. Then afterwards… I’m going to fuck you so hard your cunt will beg me for more, and I’ll need to hear the words, baby girl. Understand?”
“Yes,” I pant, already desperate for him.
He sees it in my gaze and smiles slowly, sexily, before he pushes me up against an old oak tree in the middle of campus with people all around. He presses his body close to mine, his fingers deftly unzipping my jeans. His hand goes inside, and I part my legs with a soft gasp.
He’s giving me what I want in part, and I’m aware of the danger, the thrill of being caught, and the recklessness of it all, but I don’t care. My breath hitches when he finds my clit, rolling it between his fingers that sends a spike racing through my blood.
I bite down on my lip to silence a moan, eyes fluttering closed as Thayer works me over with an intimacy that’s both terrifying and intoxicating. The world around us fades to a dim background noise, a blur of voices and footsteps that don’t matter. Not when his touch is drawing tight spirals of desire through my core.
“Shh,” he whispers against my ear, his hot breath sending another wave of shudders through me. “Can’t let them know what a dirty girl you are.”
His words are a lash, igniting something wild within me. My nails dig into his upper arm through his shirt as I fight to stay silent, to brace against the building climax.
“That’s it, baby girl. Come for me where everyone can see you.”
“Ah!” I cry out softly as he brushes his lips over mine, his fingers circling faster, slippery with my juices. “Fuck.”
“Mm,” he purrs as he slides his fingers inside me to thrust a couple of times before teasing my clit again.
I come for him, my pussy spasming tightly as he works me into a hot, sweaty climax with just his fingers and a whispered command. I’m shaking, and my knees buckle, but he’s holding me up against the tree, his body a solid wall that doesn’t yield. The orgasm rips through me like a hurricane, leaving me breathless and sagging in his arms.
