Page 8 of Crooked Crows (Boys of Briar Hall 1)

The fucker who killed him was a dead man walking, he just didn’t know it yet. I hoped Diesel would let me be the one to do it. It’d been a while. Too long.

I didn’t let myself nut until Randy was fully purged from my skull. Not until the haunted memories seeing that carving in his chest brought back were gone, too.

“Fuck,” I roared, burying myself in Mrs. June until she found her release, her pussy clenching around my cock in a way that had me groan as I poured into her. Every meticulously crafted muscle in my body tense and writhing beneath my tatted flesh.

I released her throat, and she took a strained, gasping breath. Guess I was squeezing a bit too hard. I’d only meant to apply pressure to her carotid, but like Corvus always liked to remind me...I sometimes got carried away.

My phone went off in my pocket and I pulled out of Mrs. June, slipping my still-damp cock back into my jeans as I yanked them up.

Before I could get the phone out to check the message, Mrs. June whirled around. I saw the slap coming a mile away but didn’t bother to stop her as the little slut’s open palm cracked across my face.

Mmmm. My skin bristled, and I licked the dribble of blood from where the force of her strike tore at my lip ring, grinning at her.

“What’s wrong, Caroline? I thought you liked it rough.”

She moved to hit me again, defiance in her haughty stare and curled upper lip, but this time I stopped her. Snatching up her wrist, I yanked her in until she was close enough that her disgusting vanilla musk perfume filled my nose. Even in heels, she seemed so small, so insignificant as I stared down at her. “Hit me again and you will live to regret it.”

Her bottom lip trembled for a moment before she got control of herself, snatching her wrist away to attempt to right the mess that was her hair and adjust her shirt to try to cover the marking my hand left behind on her throat.

“Heathen,” she snarled at me as she stuffed her feet back into her shoes and made her way toward the door. The door that was not locked after all as she opened it without the need to undo the deadbolt.

She growled her frustration, turning back to give me one last blistering glare before leaving.

“You know you love it. The rough fuck. The fear of getting caught. It’s what you need to get off,Mrs. June.”

She took off into the north wing of Briar Hall, leaving me with only the sting of her slap and the scent of her sweet pussy lingering in the air. She’d be back.

I rolled my shoulders, pressing my thumb to my phone to unlock it.

Grey: New girl is in our homeroom. Hasn’t shown her face yet though.

I had absolutely no doubt Corvus made some midnight phone calls to make that happen. The guy never missed an opportunity to control a situation.

I stuffed my phone into my pocket and pushed my dark hair back, shooting a look at the statue staring down at me from the dais. “What?” I asked Jesus, shrugging as I reached into my other pocket for a cigarette. Lighting it up, I inhaled deeply, tipping my head to the side to work out the kinks in my neck. “We’re just going to play with her.”

And this time, I had a feeling I was going to enjoy the game.

Late on the first day.

Joy.

Even though Becca warned me she wouldn’t be there in the morning, I had to admit I was a little disappointed to find the flat empty when I returned from my run.

I wanted to ask her how to get to my homeroom and where I needed to go to wash my sheets. Tucked away in the pamphlet and massive rulebook my aunt gave me before carting me off here had been a map, but I couldn’t find either in my things. I was pretty sure I left them in her town car after I hopped out in the middle of the street.

She hadn’t called, and I wasn’t going to be the one apologizing. She only said I needed to finish the year and be well behaved at Briar Hall. She said nothing about sitting there mutely while she badmouthed my father before he was even cold in his fucking grave.

“Where is it?” I muttered to myself, searching the entryway of the school for any sort of map. Of course, the office was completely vacant even though the bell had rung for first period five minutes ago.

“You look lost.”

The voice was deep and gruff but playful. When I spun around in the corridor, I found him leaning against the wall in the mouth of the darkened corridor labeledNorth Wing.

I spluttered for a response, taking in what was surelynota high school boy but a combination of my best dream and worst nightmare all wrapped into one.

With lips clearly stolen from a Greek statue and a square jaw sharper than a razor’s edge, his allure was undeniable. But painted over his knuckles and poking out from the top of his black shirt were tattoos. I was willing to bet that beneath the jacket concealing his arms, there was even more ink to be found. That, combined with the dark gleam in his eyes spelled trouble in big ass bold letters.

His teeth bit lightly at a lip ring at the edge of his mouth as he watched me curiously. Like one might watch an ant before busting out a magnifying glass to sear it into the pavement.

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