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Nix continued to stare at him for a moment, but then he sighed and gave in.

Which was good.

Pretty soon, West was going to have him ready to give in to all of his demands at any given notice.

Chapter 19:

“If you’re bored,” Nix mumbled out of the corner of his mouth so as not to be caught by the professor, “you can go.”

It was a class in a lecture hall, with several rows curved to face the small stage at the head of the room where the professor stood. The man was about ten years older than them and spoke with a steady voice. It was clear he knew his stuff but…

“Of course I’m bored,” West replied, leaning in. He rested his arm on the back of Nix’s chair and then dove his fingers through the strands of hair at the back of his skull. “Aren’t you? You know all of this already.”

This was one of the classes required for them to get their degree in their particular major, but yes, he was right. Nix did already know about all of the source material. That didn’t mean it was okay to cause a disturbance in the middle of it, however. He still needed a good grade, and respecting Professor Michaelson should have been a given.

“Cut it out.” Nix tried to brush West off, a pained sound slipping past his lips when those fingers tightened and tugged. He was yanked a full inch back in his chair, instinctively reaching to grab onto West’s wrist.

Professor Michaelson glanced their way, paused, and then continued as though nothing were happening. Nearby, a few students also turned to look, one or two staring longer than the rest before they turned back and pretended not to have seen.

“You seem to have gotten too comfortable, Nixie,” West growled against the curve of his ear, at least keeping his voice down. “What, because Yejun was a little bit nice to you, did you mistake that the four of us are somehow tight?” His tongue darted out, flicking against his earlobe once. “I’m not Lake. I’m not infatuated by you. I’ve been friendly because you promised to go along with things. If you’re choosing to misbehave instead…”

“Stop,” he risked saying, clenching his jaw when that had his hair pulled a second time. “We’re in the middle of class.”

“Exactly,” West said. “Half the point of this little game of ours is to be seen with you. Bet every single person in here rushes out the second the bell rings, eager to gossip about how I disciplined you in front of all of them.”

Nix had forgotten his situation. He’d also made the poor assumption that because the three of them were best friends, they must be alike. Yejun had stripped him and held him down that first night, and yet he’d been almost sweet since. Stupidly, Nix had hoped it would be the same with West.

Things were already hard enough as it was with Lake and his frosty disposition. Hell, Nix hadn’t even heard from the guy in the past couple of days, not even through the Enigma app. It was almost as though he’d made him sign that contract and then had pushed him off on his friends as soon as he was done with him.

Nix didn’t like how that made him feel.

“Believe it or not, you aren’t the only one who’s afraid of me,” West continued, hand dropping to Nix’s left thigh when Nix snorted in response. “Oh? Not so shocking, that it?”

Considering the guy was built like a fighter and supposedly liked to blow off steam in a boxing ring? No, not really. This time, however, Nix smartly kept his mouth shut, thinking perhaps things would go smoother if he remained silent and just allowed West to do and say as he pleased.

Wrong.

West’s hand on his thigh lifted and went for the button of his pants.

“No!” Nix whisper-yelled, latching onto him and trying to push him away. The closest student in their row had only left a single empty seat between them, and they were in the middle of the room, which meant all of the rows behind would simply need to lean forward to catch an eyeful of— “West. Please, stop.”

The Demon paused, observing him. “Are you…crying, Nixie?”

Tears burned at the corner of his eyes, but they’d yet to spill. Stubbornly, he fought them back, biting down on his tongue. He was too afraid to do more than that, not wanting to risk moving or letting go of West’s hand, which was still in his lap.

He tensed when West’s tongue flicked out again, this time over the rise of his cheek. “Going to cry for me, baby? I won’t mind that at all. In fact, I’ll most likely get off on it.”

Nix gave a single, curt shake of his head.

“I’ve been thinking about it, you know,” West carried on. “The way you sobbed for me our first time. How hot you were with spit dripping down your chin and your eyes all puffy.”

“Later,” Nix blurted, pretty much willing to agree to anything at this point just to get this to end. They’d given more than enough fuel to the rest of the students for gossip.

West cocked his head, waiting for him to elaborate.

“You wanted me to blow you again,” he reminded. “I’ll do it. After—”

“We already agreed you’d suck me off once class ends,” West stopped him, nosing the underside of his jaw before he followed the same path with the tip of his tongue.