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The more I yank her hair, the more she cries, spurring me closer to the edge. My phone vibrates again, just as my cock jerks, my orgasm hitting full force. I don’t let go of her hair, instead, I yank on it more, her sobs filling me with delight. My cock jerks for the final time, and finally, I release my grip, a few tendrils still wrapped around my hand when I pull away.
I grab the base of my cock, securing the condom, and pull out of her.
“I’m done. You can go now,” I order.
“But I haven’t come yet. Aren’t you going to take care of me?” The shrill of her voice grates on my nerves.
“Why the fuck would I do that? Get up and get the hell out of my house. And don’t come over again without being fucking asked to.” I pull the condom off, making sure not to spill any of the contents, and tie the end in a knot before tossing it into the trash.
My eyes never leave the snake of a whore still lying naked on the bed. She hasn’t budged, her eyes firmly fixed on the basket now holding my seed.
Tsk tsk, bitch, don’t even think about it.
“Are you hard-of-hearing? I said get up and get the fuck out of here. I’ve got plans and they don’t include you.”
She sticks out her bottom lip. She’s crazy if she thinks that petty ass bullshit is going to work on me.
“I’m going to let it slide. I know you’ve got a lot on your mind.” She sits up on the edge of the bed, running her fingers through her hair, straightening out the mess I made before reaching down and slipping on her heels.
She crosses her legs, looking firmly at me as I pull on a pair of gray sweats before picking up my shirt from the floor and pulling it over my head.
“You know that we’re perfect together, baby. The two of us, the King and Queen of the school, ruling it together, showing these peasants how worthless they are.”
I let out a haunting laugh. This fucking bitch is psychotic. She’ll never be my queen. My wife. Maybe? But queen? Never. And at no time will she ever rule by my side. There are only two people who will and they’re my equals, kings, just like me.
“Fucking nice dreams you have, but that’s all they are. You’re nothing more than a bitch to pacify my father. All you will ever be is my wife in name only and when the time is right, you'll bear me a son to carry on my family name. Nothing more, nothing less.“
She stands, stepping closer to me, placing her finger on my chest, letting her nail drag down the fabric that I’m so thankful is covering my chest. “I am your queen, though. And I will rule this school and take my rightful place beside you. Then when we graduate, I’ll be your partner in your family business. Mark my words on that.” Jenny comes up on her toes, kissing my lips before leaving my room.
Fuck me, the lioness is on the prowl. Too bad she doesn’t realize I’m not her prey.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jonas
Hilary James.
Of all the girls in the school, I picked the perfect bitch. When I mentioned who my choice was to Jensen, he laughed, letting me know he was thinking the same person. She checks all the boxes that we need. Invisible and no one will miss her. I nominated her at the last thirteenth, but Jensen simply said it wasn’t her time. I never understood why until now.
While she’s been nothing but nice, tradition is tradition and someone has to be the sacrifice. It just so happens to be her.
She’s not the hot, outgoing girl that typically draws our attention, but those are the ones who will be missed if they don’t show up to class on Monday. Not Hillary, though.
I’ve done my research.
Foster kid, no known family, was found on the doorstep of the local church. Bounced from home to home, though it’s unclear why. She only got in here because of a scholarship that covers her tuition, meals, and boarding as long as she maintains her GPA—which she has.
She can’t stay on campus during summers or holidays. So she works in town at a local dive restaurant and sleeps at a homeless shelter or a run-down, bed bug infested hotel.
Yeah, no one’s going to care if she’s around after Friday.
I’ve been priming her for the last month. I even went to the extent of ensuring our professor teamed me up with her for our literary project. All it took was eating the professor out, making her scream as she came all over my tongue to do exactly what I wanted. Hell, I might even be nice and teach her husband a few tricks to keep her from stepping out on his ass.
Never doubt the quiet ones; they’re the ones that’ll gut you and fuck you senseless at the same time.
I make it to class right before Professor Miller begins her lecture. I toss her a wink, and she blushes, trying to stifle her giggle. Putty in my fucking hands. I head toward the back of the room, where Hilary is sitting. The only spot left open is right beside her.
Lucky me! It’s not like the other sheep in the class don’t know to make sure that happens; I made it perfectly clear a month ago. There is always to be an empty seat beside her, no matter where the fuck she sits.