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“Seriously?” he snorts. “What are you studying for?”

“Do you not know what goes on in your faculty?” I ask back, struggling to keep my voice even. I want to yell at this oaf of a man for singling me out, and then asking me stupid questions.

“Andrya and the guys hadn’t decided on what day to start their instruction,” Grayson mutters, moving to sit at his desk in front of me. I continue to stand, because I haven’t been directed to do otherwise. “How much could they possibly do in a few hours, anyway? Studying,” he snorts in derision.

“We start poisons tonight,” I tell him with a shrug, causing his eyes to snap up to mine. I’m getting irritated, so I give him the full weight of my ire. “Your rules don’t state that I have to appear for every meal, so technically I wasn’t doing anything wrong. Instead, you interrupted my dinner to ask me asinine questions.”

“Fancy word for a girl like you,” he sneers, making me flinch.What the hell does that mean?!“You have no rights here, and yet you talk to me as if you’re the damn Queen.”

“So you figured out we’re mildly related, that’s cute,” I murmur. “Cinder wants nothing to do with me, even though all of the stories told in the realm are untrue.”

“So you didn’t make her life hell when she was a kid?” Grayson chuckles. “Look, everyone does fucked up things to their siblings, apparently she decided to never let it go. I guess you’re seeing what you volunteered here for now. Did you really think your past of skimming money from the rich, grifting, and fucking old men to get what you wanted wouldn’t catch up with you?”

I guess he’s been reading the gossip rags of the kingdom after all. I don’t know why I do what I do next. This man pisses me off, and is no way my knight in shining armor. It just looked that way to me after several long days and no sleep. Silly me.

My legs walk me to his desk, my ass meeting the edge of his desk as I stare at him. His eyes hungrily eat up my legs, trailing over my body. Grayson’s interest is clear, until the heat in his eyes becomes something different, a bit harder. I don’t understand why, but I want to know what he sees when he looks at me.

Grabbing my hips, he pulls them until I’m sitting between his legs. “I hear Andrya enjoys herShow and Telldays,” he says with a savage grin. “I don’t interfere with their teaching style, and any casualties are logged and then promptly ignored. The Queen wants results.”

His hands tighten on my waist to the point of pain, and I wince. Life apparently doesn’t mean much here. Everyone speaks so highly of the Warden, and yet I don’t see it.

“Do you often sample the Queen’s Whores?” I ask, tilting my head as I shove my shoes off to place my feet against his outer thighs. The movement spreads my legs wide open, and I wonder who this girl is. Maybe one who is throwing caution to the wind. All of my careful moves outside of this place no longer mean much.

His large hands move down my thighs, causing my skin to pebble. I’ve never had a man touch me like this, well ever.

“No, I tend to take my needs elsewhere. Why are your shorts so damn tiny? You’re the embodiment of temptation, Silla,” he says softly. “How is it that we have so little information about you outside of what’s in the court documents and the gossip rags?”

“What did I tell you about believing everything you hear?” I chuckle. “I need to have some secrets in order to survive here, where everything is used against me, and instructors pretend to be my roommate to see how far they can push things.”

His lips part in surprise as I grow bold, glossing over the small piece of information that I didn’t mean to let slip. This man just makes me angry, sad, horny, and confused. That’s a lot of emotions for the girl who tries to stuff them all away. Not to mention Grayson is absolutely gorgeous, and it’s one of the first things I noticed.

My foot runs over his powerful thigh until it’s moving over his large bulge. He’s clearly affected, because I can feel his dick twitch under me as I rub it.

“Miss Tremaine,” he growls.

“Yes, Sir?” I ask, smirking, my eyes on his pants.

“What are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out why I’m here? I’m waiting for you to find your words, hopefully before I need to be in class,” I tell him with a small smile, still not looking up. I’m kind of intrigued by what’s in his pants, and I didn’t think it could get even bigger and harder than it already was.

“Gods above, you’re going to be a pain in the ass,” he mutters, his hands picking me up under my ass and pulling me onto his lap.

Gasping, I try to kneel so I’m not sitting on his cock, but his arms lock around my waist, pressing me solidly against him. My hands brace myself on his shoulders, and it’s the first time I’ve been able to touch him. Everything about this man is larger than life, and he smells like spices and dark desires. “Stop moving, how are you supposed to fuck the secrets out of people if you squirm so damn much?”

Tossing my hair, I glare at him. “I was perfectly fine on the desk, thank you,” I hiss. Sitting on Grayson’s hardness is making me feel languid and heavy, and I can feel my pussy getting wet. I keep wriggling because I’m struggling between wanting more stimulation and sitting still. I’m not sure which would be more manageable at this point.

“Well I wasn’t. I was being distracted by all of the skin you were flashing me. Why the hell are your shorts so tiny? I know for a damn fact we don’t issue them like this,” he complains.

“I don’t fucking know,” I grumble. “All of the shorts I have are like this. My clothes are all too small, and it’s not because I suddenly started eating more,” I explain.

“Fucking petty staff members,” Grayson sighs. Leaning forward, I’m stuck between the edge of the desk and him as he checks something on his computer. “As tiny as you are, I don’t think you’re a size small, are you?”

“No, I’m too curvy for a small,” I say, shrugging. I’m well aware I have breasts and an ass.

“I’m changing your sizes here to medium, so you’ll start receiving the correct clothes from now on. What’s this about a roommate? You weren’t assigned anyone, because you were our last person for this quarter that we’re admitting,” he explains.

The way he has me sandwiched, has his cock pulsing against my clit, and I swallow hard. My arms are pinned to my sides too now because his are caging me in.