Page 31 of The Forbidden Note

“If you don’t listen like a good little girl,” his warm breath teases my cheek, “I’ll tell everyone I’ve seen what’s hiding under that tight pencil skirt.” His fingers brush my inner thigh. “Not only that.” He bends down to whisper in my ear. “I’vetastedwhat’s under that skirt. And if you really don’t behave,” his lips tug on my ear and I feel the quick flicker of his tongue, “I’m going to taste it again.”

A moan escapes my lips that I can’t hold back, no matter how badly I want to. The ache between my legs is about to split me apart.

I glare up into his stormy blue eyes. My voice is breathless. “Are you… threatening me?”

The musical chimes go off.

Without warning, Zane drops his hands and steps back. He sticks one of those long, wicked fingers into his mouth and licks it. “You’re still sweet, tiger.”

The smirk on his face isinfuriating, but I can’t do anything because my legs are jelly and I’m barely standing up.

“Make time for me tonight. I’ll send you an address,” he says calmly.

I glare at him, unable to stop the riptide of hatred and anger.

Damn him.

Damn him to death.

He arches a brow. “I expect you to be on time. You don’t want to know what’ll happen if you’re late.”

Zane smiles, punctuating the steel in his voice.

Without warning, he throws the door open and leaves.

I stumble back.

My legs buckle.

Shakily, I press a hand to the whiteboard, curling my fingers against the smooth, cool surface.

I thought Zane was horrible before, but I was wrong. There’s more beast than man inside him. And I think I just unlocked the monster.

* * *

Jinx: Snare King got a royal dressing down from Sexy Teach after class. Does it have anything to do with last week’s epic shoulder-throw?

Battle lines are being drawn, but what is Snare King really fighting for? Is this a war to conquer and destroy a rebel or has our dark prince set his sights on a new, forbidden concubine?

One thing’s for sure, Sexy Teach better brace herself. I have a feeling she’s not done getting thrown around.

Until the next post, keep your enemies close and your secrets even closer.

- Jinx

CHAPTERSEVEN

GREY

Mom sticks a hand in front of my face, waving around until my eyes catch on the obnoxious gemstone glued to her knuckle.

“Gracie, I need you to pay attention. It feels like I’m shopping alone.”

“Sorry, mom.” I swallow hard and force myself to focus. “That looks good.”

“Doesn’t it?” She giggles and cups her face so the gem catches the light. It’s bright enough to blind someone.

“You wear it beautifully, ma’am.” The clerk arrives with a tray held between gloved fingers. With practiced ease, she doles out steaming cups of tea.