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“It’s just me, Princess,” I say, working my free hand between us to thumb the button on my jeans. “Are you going to scream?” She shakes her head and I release her mouth, finding myself under the full fury of her glare when she spins to meet my gaze. “Wouldn’t be so bad if you did.”

“You scared me!” She hisses, eyes assessing me in the low light. “Did you just come out of the wall? What is this place?” Her eyes squint as she scans the space, but I don’t let her get too far.

I push my hips into hers. “It’s the place where you’re going to get fucked,” I say, enjoying that flash of alarm in her eyes.

“We’ll be late for class,” she says, her hand curling around my shoulder. Even though it’s a clutching gesture, she’s pushing.

“Don’t worry about it.” Without warning, I lift her up, and she gasps.

“Wait!”

“No.” I guide her smooth legs around my hips, pinning her against the wall. “You got off easy last night, Red.”Literally. I reach down to pull my cock from my pants, already hard and eager. “Maybe Pace likes waiting all day to get his, but I only get twenty-four hours to make the next ninety-six bearable. Your pussy is forfeit.”

Her nails dig hard into my shoulders, breath quickening. “Does it have to be here? Can’t we–” Her voice chokes off when I pull the crotch of her panties roughly aside, lining myself up.

And then my phone rings.

“Goddamn it!” I keep her pinned to the wall with my hips, my erection drilling into her as I take the call. “What?”

“We’re in the car,” Lex says. “Where the fuck are you? Where’s the Princess?”

I glance into her apprehensive eyes. “She’s with me.”

There’s a commotion, and then Pace barks into the phone, “I have class in fifteen minutes. You know I’m on academic probation. I can’t be late.”

“Fuck,” I growl, hanging up and dropping her to the floor. “Fucking motherfuck of a fuckingfuck.”

“Who was that?” she asks, wiggling her ass, getting those panties straight.

“Apparently wedon’thave time,” I snap, stuffing my cock back into my pants. I flip the lever and the door opens, the sunlight from the stained glass window above stabbing agony into my temples once again.

Seeing her move from the corner of my eye, I grab her wrist, squeezing tight enough to watch her wince. “Later,” I say, easing up my grip. “Understand?”

She flicks her eyes to my fingers, mouth pressed into a thin line. “I understand.”

It strikes me that Verity really isn’t so bad as a Princess. She seems to mostly do what she’s told, and when I lace our fingers together, leading her down the stairs, she only looks like she wants to push me down them alittle. It’s probably because of that word.Later. It sapped a lot of that nervousness from her eyes, the thought that she’s going to get hours to prepare herself for the next time I grace her with the privilege of milking my dick.

Cute.

“I still think the covenant is against this,” Lex mutters five minutes later.

I sprawl back, wetting my lips. “There’s no fucking way he possibly expects us to never get head again. Anyway, pre-cum doesn’t have sperm in it. That’s a fact and you know it, Dr. Ashby.”

My brother grunts in defeat and pointedly averts his gaze to the window. We’re in the car, one of the pledges driving us to campus. Classes start in ten minutes, and after that is practice at the rink, and after that,Father is making me go play a recital for the blue-hairs out at the club, and afterthat, we have business to deal with in the form of a Duke reject. Almost every hour of my day is spoken for, and there’s no fucking way I’m not getting off at least one more time.

“If you’d been patient, we wouldn’t be here right now, but you weren’t, so suck it up.” I reach down and shove my fingers into the fiery red locks to grab the back of her neck. “Deeper, Princess.” She’s on her knees, face between my thighs, I pull her forward, shoving my cock deeper. “You get me good and ready, and I’ll be a one-pump-chump, giving your pussy the rest the good doctor swears you need.”

She glares up at me, those green eyes watering. I’d been right about her lips. They look fantastic around my cock.

Across from me, Pace’s dark, hooded eyes are fixed on her. “You’ve never given head before, have you?” he asks, the hand in his pocket shifting suspiciously.

Instead of answering, she pauses at the head of my cock to massage the hinge of her jaw.

“Fucking virgins,” I mutter, grabbing her wrist and guiding it to my cock. Impatiently, I circle her fingers around the base. “Pump it a little.” She does as she’s told, fingers tightening as she jerks me, and I feel the telltale tickle rising in my balls. I slump down in the seat with a long groan. “Oh yeah. That’a girl. Fuck.”

The sight of her down on her knees is better than expected. She’d looked horrified when I suggested it, and both Pace and Lex seemed annoyed at having to watch. But it’s my day, and if everyone is going to keep me busy from sunup to sundown, then this is just how it’s going to be.

“Check her,” I grunt, the tingle spreading across my lower abdomen.