Savage Sinners (Elites of Macedon High 3)

Chapter Twenty-One

Alex

The lavish room that hovers over the library’s periodical section is encased in glass—bulletproof, undoubtedly—and tinted for privacy. As I rest my forehead against the white-spattered window, I peer through the slats left intentionally for those studying to gaze down at the expansive floor below.

Patterned shelves cut across the lush dark carpet with desks dotting the broad walkways, hosting a few students locked in heated concentration with an anatomy book. The glass study room is chillier than I’d prefer, but it’s brisk, comforting the hot embarrassment that cakes my cheeks.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Parker says from a nearby desk. The legs squeal across the tile, inspiring me to hug my shoulders. “It was a stupid fucking thing to give away that notebook.”

Did I want to lie to them? No.

But the phony notebook needed to be convincing. I spent all evening copying my father’s handwriting, imitating it right down to the jagged slant of his letters as I created realistic account numbers.

If the Sanderson brothers think the notebook is real, then so will the Persian—which means the boys will need to be fooled into believing I gave up the real deal. Word of their punishment, whatever that might be, is going to float around the school and then infiltrate Macedon.

Why else would I have chosen such a public yet private place to meet them? Half the school witnessed us walking up the steps leading to this room. The rest is history.

“We’ll have to teach you a lesson, doll,” Tomas states in a calm voice. I feel his warmth radiate to my right, and then his hand rests on my shoulder, prompting my attention. “You know that, right, baby?”

“I know,” I whisper shakily.

I’m not scared—I’m thrilled. I can’t contain the excitement dwelling in my core as he turns me around and presses me flush against the glass.

Parker closes the distance between us and strokes my cheek. “Told you that you weren’t fit to run your business.”

“Are you sure about that?”

My retort lands precisely how I want. His eyes burn with fury and disappointment as he grabs my chin and forces my tongue to protrude. “What was that?”

“I think she just challenged you,” Soren replies while appearing on my right side. His fingers slide into the front of my blouse. “You can’t let her get away with that, can you, man?”

“Not at all,” Parker states flatly while his pupils dilate. “It’s time we taught our toy a lesson about doing things we haven’t approved.”

Parker’s fingers drop to my throat and squeeze, pinning me to the glass. Soren flips up my skirt as Tomas grazes the front of my panties, producing an uncontrollable buck. They descend on me like a pack of wolves, ravenous mouths securing to my flesh wherever possible. My eyelids flutter as I try to imagine what it might look like to anyone looking up at this room—can they see our figures writhing against the glass, or is it just the cloudy white blocking their view?

Soren plucks my breast from my blouse and runs his thumb over my nipple. “I think you like getting punished. Don’t you, sugar?”

I whimper as Parker lifts me up and yanks my panties aside. The head of his cock breaches my entrance and causes me to howl, inspiring Tomas to slap his palm over my lips.

“Doll, I’m sure you don’t want the whole school to hear how much of a whore you are,” he whispers gruffly. A smirk quirks his lips as he adds, “Or do you?”

Soren pinches my nipples while Parker nails me against the glass, each thrust drawing heat from every corner of my body. Nothing about this is sweet or affectionate, and I feel the tension in his pumps, the rigid frustration he feels because of me. When he slides out, Soren takes his place and flips me around, arching my back while gripping my hips.

For a second, I fearfully buck away, timid about him trying to take my ass instead. But when he slides his cock into my pussy, I make eye contact with Tomas and release a low mewl. Tomas slips his fingers into my mouth and commands me to suck, hypnotized by the way my cheeks hollow as I feast upon his fingers.

My entire body reacts as it does every time they’re dominating me, but something is different about this round. When Tomas tags in and pierces me with his cock, he clutches me tightly to his chest as Soren drops to the ground next to me. Soren massages my clit while Parker traces my lower lip.

What should be a punishment turns into orchestrated passion, our bodies synchronizing in ways they haven’t previously. I’m overwhelmed by the way their movements go from lustful to fervent, desperation trickling into their touch as I’m swept away. It’s less about admonishing me and more about integration.

And I can’t imagine it being anything else.

When Parker kisses me, I moan into him, grabbing the front of his shirt to keep him from drifting away. Our lips duel while Soren’s tongue swarms my clit, languid strokes transporting me from the library and depositing me on another plane of existence. If I had a choice, I would move us to a different place, one where we could truly explore each other, but there isn’t time for that. I’m too famished to do anything except what I’m doing now.

Sighs of desire rise from me as I grip Parker’s cock. Stroking him makes me slick with arousal, and I can tell Tomas has noticed as he doubles his rhythm. My breathing labors when Parker snakes his fingers into my hair, lovingly gripping a chunk rather than yanking the strands at the roots. Soren’s tongue dances over my engorged clit in rapid strokes that make me buck.

As Tomas massages my breasts, I feel myself quicken, heat pooling at my core as I lunge for Parker’s mouth again. His tongue slips between my lips, accompanied by a desperate groan as I grip the head of his cock. Fluid leaks from the tip and lubricates my path, making it easier to stroke him. He breaks the kiss and clutches the back of my head to keep me from drifting away.

“You’re ours,” he growls possessively. “Isn’t that right, precious?”