The grandmothers entered the room and poured glasses of wine for everyone. Xandra held Kerstan’s left hand and chatted animatedly in Dutch. Since she gestured around the table a few times, I assumed she was impressed with everything he had done.
“You know, I’ve never seen you here before,” I said interrupting their conversation.
“Oh! I visit the school once a year but stay in Utrecht while Kerstan travels between both places,” she said pleasantly.
I nodded and raised the glass of wine to my lips to hide my smile. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the sweat starting to appear on Kerstan’s brow. It was obvious to him what I was going to do and I knew that if I didn’t do this right, I’d probably wind up dead.
“Do you like this school?” she asked, leaning back in her chair and sipping her wine.
“This is definitely not like any other ‘school’ I’ve attended. Doesn’t take much to get on the Dean’s List, does it Kerstan?” I asked, glancing at him.
“Lieve, may I have private words with you?” he asked suddenly.
I nodded and pushed my chair back, while he kissed his wife’s hand before getting to his feet and leading me out of the dining room.
“Banished to the hallway again?” I asked, putting my hands on my hips after he closed the door behind us.
In the blink of an eye, a vicious slap turned my face. Instinct told me to slap him back, which I did.
“You little bitch,” he growled, grabbing me by the hair and slamming me against the wall. The smack of the back of my head against the hard wooden wall blinded me momentarily. But the sudden engulfment of his lips smashing against mine excited me.
I don’t know why. I’ll never know why, but Kerstan’s touch did something to me that I couldn’t find a way to control. I gripped his sides and pulled him harder against me, eagerly and viciously returning his rough kiss. But he pulled away from me as quickly as he kissed me, leaving me standing there, a puddle in my panties, and pinning my arms over my head.
“What do you want from me?” he asked in a husky voice, dripping with desire.
“Minikin; I want to take her away from here before she becomes any more damaged than she already is,” I replied in a shaky tone.
He put his hand around my chin and kissed me again. Passionately, hungrily; everything that I wanted and missed from Theo was now in the form of a man I detested and secretly wished dead. He pressed his desire against me and I wanted him more in that moment than my mind ever wanted anything. Mentally, I was fucked right now.
“No,” he whispered when he pulled away.
The lust I was feeling for Kerstan died in that one word. I twisted my arms away from his grip and gave him a shove, causing him to almost fall over as I walked back into the dining room.
“This isn’t a school,” I announced in a loud voice stopping next to Xandra. The girls gasped, the grandmothers looked terrified, and her? Well she just looked confused.
“Lieve!” Kerstan warned harshly as he entered behind me.
I looked at him over my shoulder, “Last chance. I want Minikin.”
“No,” he said again, his voice shaking in anger.
“Suit yourself,” I replied with a shrug. “Xandra, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but like I said this isn’t a school.”
“Amity,” Kerstan said in a much softer tone. “Don’t do this.”
“This, my dear Mrs. Janssen, is a whore house, run by your husband, and we are his whores. He orchestrated the gang rape of a virgin who I had promised to keep safe. Oh, and I’m sorry to tell you this, but we fucked this morning. He never mentioned he had a wife and I’m his personal slut until I get to the Final Fuck as I’ve come to call it and get the hell out of here.”
I sat down in Kerstan’s chair after my grandstanding was over and watched Xandra’s face turn from interested to horrified. She got up from her chair and looked frantically around the r
oom.
“Is this true?” she asked the other girls, who all looked away.
“That’s a ‘yes’. They’re all just too scared of him to say shit,” I said nodding at Kerstan who was now standing in between me and Xandra.
Kerstan reached out for Xandra, but she shrank away from me. With a sigh, he reached for one of the elaborate metal trays that sat on the table, dumped the food off of it, and cracked it against her face. She fell to floor in a crying, bloody heap and he motioned for the grandmothers to take her. He let the tray fall to the floor before taking the seat where she had been.
“Why do you defy me so?” he asked quietly.