Page 23 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
I’m surrounded by light. Glorious, brilliant sunshine pours through the walls, two of which are entirely made from glass and held up by what looks like elegant black metal trees.
The ceiling soars above us and is also made of glass so that it feels as though we are standing outside.
Round Swedish design beechwood tables fill the space with matching chairs, and along the right hand side are counters filled with food to go, reminiscent of Harrods food hall in London.
“You coming, Pretty Girl?” Loki’s increasingly familiar drawl comes from ahead.
I emerge from my daze to see his eyes full of amusement, causing my own to narrow back at him.
Fucktwollop.
We head to join the other guys at a table, my eyebrows lowering to see it’s occupied by them and no one else.
“Where are, like, your cronies, minions, or probably in Asher’s case, slaves?” I ask, puzzled by the lack of hangers-on. “Aren’t you guys like...popular?”
I hear a low, rumbling growl that could also be a chuckle come from Jax as Ash’s eyes narrow and he glares at me from across the table.
He doesn’t even bother with a reply, just gives me a once over, no doubt noticing my dishevelled appearance.
A slight twitch in his cheek appears briefly, then he goes back to looking down at his phone.
Of course, Loki crows with laughter and is the one to reply, pulling me onto a seat next to him.
“We are popular, Pretty Girl. I mean, of course we are. Just look at us,” he preens, getting a napkin thrown at him by Kai. “But we don’t wanna be surrounded by ass kissers, we’ve got the rest of our lives for that,” he sighs, his eyes dulling.
Then his face brightens, a mischievous grin on his lips. “And Ash keeps his slaves in the dungeon, only letting them out after dark, or when he wants to do terrible things to them.”
The man in question snaps his head up, and his eyes turn to slits, swimming with danger. I should be afraid of that look, but all it does is start a burn between my thighs, and cause my nipples to tighten under my bra.
Damn, get it under control, Lilly!
Before Ash can do or say anything else, I shit you not, a waiter dressed in a black tailcoat comes to the table to take our orders.
Where am I?
I look round but can’t see a menu, then hear a sigh from my left as Loki leans in.
“The day’s menu is on your iPad, Pretty Girl,” he says, tickling my ear with his breath and causing a shiver to cascade down my body.
“Oh,” I reply in a breathy tone, my hand coming to my throat as my cheeks grow hot. Of course, Loki smirks, but I can see Kai, who's on my right, start to flush pink.
“Ummm…” I begin as I fumble in my bag trying to find my iPad.
“For fuck’s sake!” Ash snaps from across the table, making my head jerk up and my lips press into a white slash.
“She’ll have what I’m having, Gerald,'' he continues, not even looking at me, and I flood with embarrassed outrage, my hands curling into fists. I’m also a little surprised that he actually knows the waiter’s name.
I thought rich pricks didn’t bother with details like that.
Before I can tell Gerald that I don’t eat the same as fucktrumpets, he’s rushed off in a flurry of tails. I look back to Ash, who has a single jet black brow raised, cold eyes boring into mine, waiting to see what I’ll do next.
Your time will come, thundercunt.
I ignore him, crossing my arms and turning to Kai. “How was your morning?”
Poor guy blushes berry red and stutters out, “F–f–fine, thank you,” then buries his head back into his iPad.
I sigh, glancing round the room and catching the eye of The Cumdumpster, aka Amber, sitting at another table. Her eyes narrow—I seem to be inciting that reaction in a few people recently—then they flit to Loki.
I turn to him, with a devilish smirk on my face, and lean in close, my breasts brushing his arm.
He smells like vanilla and days spent naked by a fire, and it’s no hardship to lick the outside of his ear, sucking his earlobe into my mouth and gently tugging on it with my teeth.
He abruptly stops his conversation with Jax, and from the corner of my eye, I can see his hands clench as they rest on the table, his knuckles turning white.
My gaze flits back up to Amber’s, noticing with a warmth that spreads through my body, that her face is reddening more by the second, and her teeth are bared in a snarl.
That’s right. Mine, bitch. I’ll hump his leg if I have to stake my claim!
Without moving, Loki whispers, “If you keep doing that, Pretty Girl, I’ll have to bend you over this table and fuck you so hard in front of everyone that you’ll walk like a cowgirl for days.”
His words distract me from my petty revenge, and I gasp at the thought of being watched, my thighs clenching and breath quickening.
“Ah,” he smirks, noticing the movement. “I see you like the idea of an audience.” His shit-eating grin is now positively sinful. He leans in closer, lips brushing my ear and sending delicious tingles racing across my jaw. “I’m sure we can convince one of the others to join us, if you like?”
I can’t stop the small involuntary moan that escapes, causing three more sets of jewelled eyes to swing my way.
“Who would you like most, I wonder?” Loki continues in his deep, delicious voice, “Jax and his... man meat ?” He gives a husky chuckle at that which does naughty things to my lady parts.
“Or maybe Kai and his...toys? Although, fair warning, he's much less sweet in the bedroom than you’ve seen so far,” he teases.
“Or perhaps Ash and his penchant for ropes?”
My whole body goes white hot as I take in a sharp breath, imagining being at Ash’s mercy, tied down and vulnerable.
As if he heard his name, or my dirty thoughts, the tosser in question looks up at me and holds my gaze in his cutting one, his brows a downward slash.
“Seems like Pretty Girl here likes the idea of being all tied up,” Loki drawls, loudly enough for the grey eyed prick to hear. Molten heat flashes in Ash’s eyes, liquefying them into swirling pools of slate and freezing me completely.
“Looks like Ash likes the idea of tying you up in knots too, Pretty Girl,” Loki snickers playfully, his tone heated.
“Loki, enough!” Ash snarls, practically gnashing his teeth, just as Gerald comes back with our lunch, breaking the thick sexual tension in the air that I'm almost drowning in.
Loki chuckles evilly, and at the same time gives Ash a virtuous look, palms pressed together, as if to say ‘ what?’ How he manages to be evil and innocent at the same time is one of life's great mysteries, I'm sure. Must have been that fall from heaven.
Gerald sets down the plates before us, and I immediately notice this is no ordinary school canteen food.
On my plate—and Ash’s—sits a slab of beautifully slow cooked beef, alongside some creamy mash potato.
There is a side of blanched buttery carrots and green beans.
It smells divine, and I look up to find Ash with a smug arsewipe smile on his face, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed.
Being the mature person that I am, I stick my tongue out at him. He rolls his eyes, although there’s definitely a hint of a tilt to his lips. Then he focuses on his own plate and starts meticulously eating so that not a drop of gravy spills on his still pristine suit.
I look over to see not one, but two plates in front of Jax, piled high with what looks like a very fancy chicken kebab.
I guess big guys have big appetites. Kai seems to have some kind of stir fry noodle dish, and Loki has gone for a gourmet burger and chunky chips, or, as they're called here, fries.
Of course, I reach over and grab one, I mean, chips are life!
He lets me with an indulgent smile on his biteable, plump lips. Good man.
I turn back to my plate of deliciousness, unfortunately catching Amber’s gaze along the way.
She's still livid. Like I can almost see steam coming out of her ears, she's so angry.
Serves her right, the jizzmuffin. I ignore her, having already wasted enough of my time on that bitch, and pile my fork with a little beef and mash, bringing it to my mouth and moaning out loud as it hits my tongue.
“Oh my god! This is...amazing!” I groan, eating more and not at all delicately. I look up to discover all four guys have paused, and are staring intently at my mouth with looks I can't decipher in each jewel-like gaze.
“What?” I ask, panicking slightly as none of them are even fucking moving.
Loki leans in, lips so close his breath tickles my ear, sending another pleasurable shiver across my body.
“Pretty Girl...those noises... Every guy at this table, hell, in this room, is imagining you making them while we're buried deep inside you,” he growls huskily, voice filled with heat and causing an answering warmth to build between my legs.
I'm going to die if this keeps up. My gravestone shall read; ‘Here lies Lilly Darling. Died from horniness.’
I look down at my plate, toying with my food, thinking about what he just said.
“It’s bad manners to play with your food, Princess,” Ash barks, making me jump and my fork clatter on the china.
“S–s–sorry,” I whisper, face aflame and looking down again.
I hear the sound of cutlery as the guys resume eating when I feel a warm palm land on my thigh. Loki's vanilla scent wraps round me as he once more leans in.
“Don't worry, Darling. It's one for the spank bank,” he sniggers, drawing a smile from my lips, which I bite down on. Then a bread roll hits him in the chest, making him laugh harder and wink at me.
Fucking cuntbandit.