Page 58 of Crown of Thorns
“It means we only get to vote on topics that matter.”
“Such as…”
My fingers trace a line down over his abs down to his cock. “Such as when we get to play.” Grazing over his dick, I trail down to his balls. His hand stops me from going further.
“No. We’re not playing right now. You wanted to talk? Let’s talk.”
“What is it you want to know, Professor?” Fuck, I love to hear his title roll off my tongue. “Where do we go for dinners? Where will we hold our next ceremony? To which fund do we donate money? Who gets to decide what?”
“You donate money?” He sounds surprised.
I smile. “Of course we do. We give to all sorts of associations. We even set them up. They are great sources of making even more money, so I’ve been told. Then, of course, there are mergers and acquisitions, investments. The Elders even decide on political decisions.”
Noah swears at my words. “I can’t believe this truly exists. Even politics? This country is doomed.”
“It was doomed a long time ago,” I laugh. Placing a thigh over Noah’s, I curl myself around him as much as I can. I love being this needy around him. Love it when he wraps his large, strong arm around me like he does now. How he squeezes me close, as if he, too, wants me close. “But no, pupils don’t get todecide on that level. Yet. That’s typically for those who have been a member for at least ten years. And the board. They get to have their say over every single topic.”
“The board? You mean the people I had my welcome dinner with?” He groans, already guessing the answer himself.
“The board is very secretive. I don’t think you met all of them that night. Not even I know them all.”
“But what about the students here? Are they all members?” He sounds out of breath, as if panic is only now kicking in.
“No. Only the elite of the elite.” My hand moves up and down his shaft, and this time he lets me.
“The elite of the elite?” His anger fuels my desire. “Who the fuck do they think they are?”
“Your reality. That’s what I wanted you to see. Because if you think you can play this game without knowing the stakes, you’ve already lost. And the ones who’ll come for you? They won’t just take your job—they’ll take your name, your future, your fucking skin. Who are you up against if you decide to break the rules? The end of your career would be the least of your worries. Things could get way dirtier.” I straddle his thighs and bring our cocks together. “Way, way dirtier, Professor. Now, I say that this conversation is over.”
“You little brat. You little—” He pauses, eyes glinting, breath hard. The silence between us thickens like syrup, charged with power and defiance. “Spit on it.” His eyes become large and dark when I do what he says, licking my lips as spit covers our dicks. I stroke us together with two palms. “So, you wanted me to see all this. Why?”
“You already know. I wanted to show you Monterrey’s little secret.”
“Bullshit. That’s not the reason. You wanted to drive me crazy.”
“Yeah.” I grin as his eyes flash so beautifully. Desperate. He can’t refuse me, and he knows it. “I wanted you, Noah. Every single bit there is to you. I want it all for my greedy self.” My hips roll into his, grabbing the lube from him to make our cocks more slippery and easy to stroke.
“Your hands perform magic,” he chokes. His words make my abs tense with desire.
“See? This doesn’t have to be difficult. Just give in to me.”
“No,” he spits, eyes pupil blown. “I might fuck you, but I won’t let you have me.”
“Yes, you will. You already are. Every time you touch me, a piece of you gives in.”
“Never. I will fight you and your rich friends until we live in a better world.”
His resistance lingers, its meaning a blizzard, cold, chaotic, impossible to read. It stings like frostbite, beautiful and brutal all at once. I can’t tell if it’s rage, fear, or longing, but it cuts through me just the same. It’s fucking with my head.Heis.
I’ve never had to fight so hard for someone. So I punish him by edging him until he begs me for release then choke him with my cock and come down his throat, which is hot as fuck but not enough to calm my inner turmoil. I let him fuck my face and watch as I blow him to heaven. It still isn’t enough. His little mewls, his glimmering eyes…the vulnerability he showed me. I want to break him into a thousand pieces, watch him shatter in defeat, before I glue him back together and keep him locked up where only I can get to keep him, because he is mine.Mine. But even as I imagine destroying him, it’s not hate that twists in my chest. It’s hunger. It’s fear. It’s the unbearable need to never lose the only person who’s ever really seen me.
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LOUIS
Ilinger in the steam, half-washing, half-waiting. Not because I think Noah’s going to walk in, but because some ridiculous part of me wishes he would. He left early this morning, like he always does, slipping out while I was still asleep. No note. No word. Just that silence he wraps around himself like armor.
But still…I wait.
