Page 94 of Lessons In Grey
I chewed on my lip, staring at our hands, at how his fingers played with mine. “What happened today?” I finally asked, my eyes lifting to his. “With the Headmaster.”
His eyes darkened ever so slightly. “I spoke to him about what he did, about going behind my back after I shut down the school’s business. The student is waiting for her day in court, Diamond wasn’t charged. The student wouldn’t give him up,” he explained evenly. “They had fucked a few times, it was messy. I can’t kill him because of his position, but I did spend my eighth period with him tied to a chair, threatening his life, giving him a few trophies to remember me by. If he keeps his word, he’s leaving Eris. Only time will tell.”
My eyes had fallen to his lips, my heart picking up imagining him standing above the Headmaster, threatening him with his gun. I shouldn’t find that as hot as I did. “Hmm,” I replied, watching a smile slowly touch his lips. “What happens if he doesn’t?” I asked. “What if he’s more scared of Eris then he is of you? You already threatened him once and he tested you, what next?”
His hand tightened around mine. “Then I’ll show him how detrimental that mistake was.” He stood. “Come here,” he instructed, pulling me to a stand.
My heart skipped a beat. “What are we doing?”
“I’m going to fuck the woman who thinks me torturing a man to save others is hot.”
I bit my lip, letting him pull me to the bedroom. “I would think a lot of women think like that nowadays.”
“I wouldn’t know, I don’t share my life with people.”
My brows furrowed. “Why?”
He let my hand go and walked over towards the dresser. “Have you heard the term puck bunnies?”
“I have.” And I hated it. I hated the term. I hated how people ‘fell in love’ with others just because of a title. Cop bunnies. Puck bunnies. Uniform bunnies. Always bunnies, which was eyeroll worthy, in my opinion, in and of itself.
He opened the bottom drawer, pulled something out, and stood, turning to face me.
My eyes dropped to his hands where he was holding two ties. One green, the other red. “Christmas,” he stated with a smile. “Your favorite, which I know because on the days I wore these, you played with my tie just a little more.”
I swallowed, my face heating. “You, um, you have a drawer?”
He shrugged. “I was being presumptive about how often I would be spending the night. Take off your shirt.”
My face felt like it was on fire. “A-are you going to elaborate?” I pushed, taking a step back, my excitement growing.
His smile grew, showing off his slightly sharpened canines. Natural, and fucking amazing. I loved that his teeth weren’t perfect. I loved that they were slightly uneven and not bright white. It made him seem more human. “Shirt off, Snowflake.”
I pressed my thighs together, nervous. This was different. It wasn’t in the heat of things. It wasn’t happening so fast I didn’t have the time to second guess myself. This was deliberate. Instructive, and although I did like my body, having himwatchme undress was nerve-wracking.
He straightened, watching me carefully.
I swallowed and slowly took off my sweatshirt, dropping it to the floor. I liked doing what he wanted me to do. I liked watching his eyes turn black when I complied. It made me feel so fucking good, so electric knowing that following his orders pleased him.
His eyes turned black with lust as he took me in. “Lay on the bed and grab the headboard.”
Oh my God, yes fucking sir.
I walked over and crawled onto the bed,veryaware of his eyes tracking every movement of mine.
My heart was racing so fast, I could barely breathe as I slid into the center of the bed and laid down on my back. I looked up, reaching out, grabbing the metal tines of the headboard above me.
Grey walked up to me and leaned over the bed, taking my right wrist gently and carefully tying his tie around it, the silk sending shivers down my skin. “I fucked because I wanted to fuck,” he explained as he worked. “I wasn’t looking for any sort of connection. It was quick and then it was over, and I moved on.” He tied my hand to the headboard, testing the knot to make sure it was tight enough to keep me in place, but not so much that it would hurt me. “Good?” he asked, just in case.
I was panting already, my underwear soaked, my tightssoaked. Never had Ieverconsidered doing anything like this before, but fucking Christ, I didn’t want this to end. “Yes,” I breathed out.
He studied my eyes for several seconds, as if waiting for me to change my mind before he stood and walked around the bed. “One night, I was so desperate forsomebodythat I went up to the first girl I saw and told her that I killed people for a living. That I had a gun in my holster and that I was a criminal looking for someone to fuck good and hard.”
A twinge of jealousy filled me and rather than watching him tie up my other arm, I looked up to the ceiling, feeling the arousal die at his words God. I hated that. I shouldn’t have felt so jealous. This was before. It wasn’t now.
“It got the exact reaction I wanted. We fucked, it was over, and then I tried to leave. While I was in the bathroom, I made the mistake of leaving my phone in my jacket pocket. She got my phone number, and she started stalking me in the only way a random girl from a club could stalk someone like me. She tried literally following me.
“Of course, it didn’t work out. I almost killed her for it. I was in a bad place, I assumed she was working for someone I had killed.Later on,” he continued, tightening the tie, “I looked into it. There is an entire cult following of people who get off on the fact that criminals exist. They’re looking for protectors. For men that will kill anyone and anything that breathes yet be soft for them.”