I was about to respond, but he did yet another thing that completely caught me off guard. He grabbed my hand.
“What are you—”
“You’ll see.” With that, he began walking, pulling me close behind him as I tried to keep up with his long strides.
The only thing I could contemplate was how much bigger his hand was in comparison to mine. It didn’t take long until he was taking me into an empty classroom. In one quick movement, he let go of my hand, closed the door and leaned against it with his arms crossed over his chest.
What was happening?
“Are you scared, kitten?”
My eyes snapped to meet his.
Was I scared?
Yes.
No.
Maybe?
As if reading my mind, he threatened, “You should be.”
Instinctively, I stepped back as he pushed off the door. With each of my backward steps, he met my stride. Stepping forward as I stepped back.
I swallowed hard, trying to remain calm in a situation I wasn’t prepared for.
I did the only thing that came to mind, stating, “I think we’re late for class.”
“And she finally speaks.”
Another step back.
Another step forward.
“Riley, isn’t this against the rules? Us being in here alone?”
“Rules were made to be broken, kitten.”
Three steps back.
Three steps forward.
“My name is Belle.”
“Kitten, it’s whatever I want it to be.”
I was running out of steps.
“If you come any closer, I’ll scream.”
He sadistically smiled. “And the pussy has claws. How about next time, I feel them down my back instead?”
I gasped. “What are you insinuating?”
“You lying beneath me.”
“That’s quite presumptuous of you.”