Page 29 of Merciless Angel
“Some of us have goals for the future,” I quipped, continuing down the hall. “If I wasn’t in class, I’d have to get some shitty summer job and stay with my parents. Neither of those are better options.”
“And yet, if you’d done that instead, we probably wouldn’t be here having this conversation right now.” Blaze smirked, enjoying my unease.
“Don’t remind me,” I muttered. Why did that piece of hair have to flop onto his forehead just so? It was damn hot. I hated it.
Blaze waited until we were passing a group of people to loudly say, “Don’t pretend you don’t love it. You came all over my cock. And the noises you made. Damn, girl. I get hard just thinking about it.”
My jaw dropped in shock. When I recovered, I said, “Then don’t think about it. I’ve been trying not to.”
That was the truth. Every time I thought about them tying me down and having their way with me, I hated myself. They’d come to take what they wanted whether I liked it or not. I’d ended up liking it despite not once consenting. They’d never given me the option. I was their property. What I wanted didn’t matter.
Blaze nudged me, his grin growing. “So you have been thinking about it. Enjoyed being our toy, did you?”
Ignoring his question, I frowned, glancing around to make sure I didn’t know any of the people within earshot. “What are you doing here, Blaze? I just finished class. I’m on my way to the library to finish up an assignment.”
“Just wanted to have a little chat with you. I won’t keep you long.” Sliding an arm around my shoulders, Blaze forcefully steered me into the next empty classroom we came across.
Tension filled me. Something didn’t feel right. When we entered the room and he closed the door, my stomach dropped.
“Chat about what?” I dared to ask.
Blaze’s grin disappeared as he faced me. “What did you tell Raina?”
My pulse quickened under the weight of his icy stare. “What do you mean? I didn’t tell her anything.”
He moved fast, pasting me against the wall behind the instructor’s desk. My bag fell to the floor. “I ran into her at the grocery store. She slapped the skinless chicken breasts out of my hands and told me that she’d skin my dick the same way if I hurt you. What did you tell her, Clover? Don’t lie to me, unless you’re looking for another punishment. I promise you the next one won’t end so well for you.”
Goddammit, Raina. That damn temper of hers was going to screw me over.
Because I didn’t want a punishment for lying, I opted for the truth. I didn’t have any other options, and I wasn’t ready to find out what else the three of them might cook up for me.
“Fine. I told Raina about Zane. When she wanted to go after him, I told her that you guys had already handled it. That’s all.” I left out the part where I told her about the murder I’d witnessed.
“That’s all, huh?” Blaze’s upper lip curved into a sly smirk. “She doesn’t know about the deal we made?”
“She knows that there’s something going on between us,” I confirmed, selling my partial truth like I believed it completely. “I didn’t give her any details.”
I held Blaze’s intense gaze, refusing to so much as flinch. He chuckled. “I bet she just loves that. Didn’t she try to talk to you out of it? Tell you what sick fucks we are?”
“Yeah, of course.” I nodded, my shoulder length waves bouncing. “I told her not to worry about it. I can make my own decisions.”
Blaze cupped my cheek before bringing his lips to mine. The kiss hurt a little due to the nasty cut on my swollen lip. “Good girl. Now get on your knees.”
“Excuse me?” My eyes widened. Had I heard him correctly?
Of course I had. Blaze was happy to repeat himself.
“Get on your knees and suck my cock. Consider it a show of gratitude for everything I’ve done for you.” His hands went to his belt. This was no joke. He fully expected me to do as he’d said.
“Right here?” I asked, playing dumb to buy myself a few precious seconds. “What if someone comes in?”
“Then I guess they’ll get a hell of a show.” Blaze nodded to his hard cock. “Better get started. You have an assignment to finish.”
What a supreme asshole. In that moment, I hated Blaze Bixby more than I’d ever hated anyone. So conceited and demanding. So confident that I’d do whatever he wanted. It pained me that I had no choice.
Sinking to my knees before him, I took his cock in one hand, stroking it a few times before taking it into my mouth. When he put a hand on my head, my immediate reaction was to jerk back. Blaze grabbed my hair, holding my head in place.
I teased him with the tip of my tongue before wrapping my lips around him. My bottom lip protested by hurting like a son of a bitch. Having Cash and Daire force their dicks in my mouth had reopened the cut. It would never heal at this rate.