Wicked Liars (Windsor Academy 1)

I reach out and tug her bottom lip from her teeth. “Is that what you really want?”

I press the full length of my body against hers so she can feel the hard-on I’m sporting. Fuck, what is it about this girl that makes my dick take the lead?

Her breath hitches. “Yes, that’s what I really want.” Jasmine’s eyelids flutter when I run the bridge of my nose along her neck. She smells like vanilla and clean sweat and it makes me want to fucking devour her. “I can’t believe you’d even have the nerve to show your face after what you did to me earlier today.”

She shivers when I taste her salty skin. “I told you, I’m not the one who leaked it.”

Jasmine flattens her palms on my chest and pushes me away. “And I told you, I don’t believe you. Besides, what happened to, ‘That was a one-time thing,’?” She lowers her voice on the last sentence, mocking me.

My lips curve. “That may not be exactly true. I’d be down for a repeat if you promise to keep quiet about it.”

If I thought she was pissed before, that was nothing compared to the look she’s giving me now.

“Keep quiet?” Jasmine shouts. If we weren’t so far into the bowels of this giant house, I’d be concerned her volume would gain attention. “Are you fucking serious?” She pushes me again, which I allow. Let’s be real; I easily have a hundred pounds on her—if I didn’t want to move, I wouldn’t be going anywhere. “Who the fuck do you think you are? You’re delusional! You’re so used to someone catering to your every whim, you have no idea what it’s like to live in the real world! You can’t just treat someone like shit and expect them to be okay with it! There are consequences for your actions! Where I come from, people could get murdered for disrespecting someone like you did to me. The world isn’t always pretty or accommodating, but you have no fucking clue, because live in Fantasy Land.”

“You have no fucking clue what my life is like, princess,” I snap. “Trust me, I am well aware how ugly and unfair this world can be. I fucking live with the consequences every goddamn day.” I cuff both of her wrists in my hand when she tries hitting me.

We’re both panting. Seething. I feel like I’m going to implode if I don’t find an outlet for this aggression. I release her wrists and take a step back, not trusting myself, but Jasmine fists the fabric of my shirt and pulls me back into her.

I frown. “What are you—”

“Shut. Up.” Jasmine presses up on her toes, grips the back of my neck, and slams her lips against mine.

Our teeth clash and our tongues tangle in a frenzy of barely leashed violence. My cock jerks as she bites my bottom lip hard enough to draw blood before sucking the sting away. I lift her tiny body, hitching her legs around my waist, before backing her into the nearest wall.

“Fuck,” I groan, grinding my dick into her core. “You drive me crazy.”

Jasmine moans when I bite the fleshy part of her neck. “Likewise.”

I hiss when she presses into me harder. I can feel the warmth from her pussy through my slacks as she slides her body up and down, stroking me.

“You keep that up, sweetheart, and you’re going to get fucked.”

She looks like she’s actually considering it. Christ.

After a moment, Jazz slowly peels my hands off her thighs and drops to the ground. “Get out.”

My body wars with my head. I know she wants me just as much as I want her. Her skin has the telltale flush of arousal, her nipples are hard, and her lips are slightly parted.

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Jasmine’s eyes narrow. “I mean it, Kingston. Get. The. Fuck. Out.”

I hold up my hands. “Chill the fuck out. I’m leaving.”

I duck into the theater room and throw myself into one of the plush recliners, waiting for my dick to calm down. I groan as I adjust myself. What the fuck was that? I’ve never—and I do mean never—let my dick control me before I met Jasmine. Thank fuck she had the sense to stop that train wreck before it had gone any further.

Because I sure as shit didn’t.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

JAZZ

I run a towel through my hair as I head into my closet to get dressed. As soon as I got home from school, I had so much pent up frustration from the day, I needed something to release it. Running has always been an outlet for me and since I’m not too familiar with the area yet, I figured I’d make use of the expansive home gym. Of course Charles Callahan has nothing but the best equipment. It took me a while to figure how to even turn the damn treadmill on, but once I did, it was pretty easy to select a pre-programmed course.

About four miles into my run, I reached that place in my head where all I focused on was the burn in my muscles. What my body was capable of. It’s a blissful space where whatever you have going on in your life, doesn’t matter. Right as I was feeling a sense of much needed peace, Kingston showed up, making me instantly irate. And aroused.

What is it about him I can’t resist?