Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I told myself to ignore the proximity between us and how good he smelled, which was easier said than done. His hair was still damp from being washed, his dark blue hues more prominent.
The uniform jacket he had on was black, as were the pants and his tie. He didn’t have the body of an average teen. He was tall, maybe six foot two, and he was all muscle. Not in an obnoxious way, though. If he really was my wolf from the brownstone, I knew exactly what was beneath his clothing. He had a body that could turn a devout church-girl into a sinner.
“I see you eye-fucking the body I work my ass off to keep in shape. If you want a better view, all you need to do is ask. I’ve got a nice sized back seat.”
I sucked my teeth and rolled my eyes. I wasn’t surprised by that response. At all.
“You’ve got such an unoriginal imagination Jude, and you sound a little too easy for my liking. If anyone can have it, I definitely don’t want it.”
Without warning he turned, nearly knocking into me.
His hands gripped my shoulders and the hall spun as I was whirled into a glass display case. He let me go only to cage me in with an arm on one side and a hand near my hip.
“That’s the thing, principessa. You already had it. You spread your legs and let a monster defile you.” His voice was low enough that not too many people passing by would hear what he was saying; that didn’t stop me from going completely still. And he wasn’t done yet. “You laid there and told me things you’ve never told anyone, showed me all those filthy parts of yourself.”
I clutched my satchel so hard I cut off the circulation in my fingers. His lips were hovering mere inches from mine, eyes daring me to move.
It was one thing to assume Judas Barron was my big bad wolf—another entirely to have it confirmed.
And here of all places.
“You’re smudging the glass,” I stated so casually, I wanted to pat myself on the back. Internally, I was anything but calm. My heart was ready to flip out of my chest.
His eyes narrowed slightly, his bottom lip disappearing between his teeth for a second before a grin dipped in devilry spread across his face. “She’s watching.”
Before I could ask who, his body came closer, and lips were on mine. Soft, full, and demanding. His tongue swept across my lower lip, seeking entry I refused to give. I brought my bag up to shove him. His hand slipped beneath my skirt to grip my thigh. Hard.
A small squeak escaped, and his tongue made its way in, skimming over the roof of my mouth. The fingers wrapped around my thigh tightened, moving dangerously higher and closer to my apex. Someone might as well have thrown gasoline on me and then struck a match; my body was on fire.
He could’ve fucked me against the wall with no complaints on my end. An advisory label needed to be affixed to every inch of his body. Judas would be a parent’s worst nightmare.
“What the—?” Audrey’s shocked voice was drowned out by the chime of a loud bell.
Judas leaned back in time for me to see her surprised face, just before one of his cronies swooped in from behind her and started to drag her away.
“Get your hands off me Gavin!” was the last thing I heard before she was gone. My eyes flew from Judas’ to all the staring faces. I was positive some mousey-haired brunette even took a picture.
“What the fuck is wrong with you,” I hissed at him and shoved again. He moved this time, but only because he wanted to.
“Give me my schedule,” I demanded, fighting the urge to wipe my mouth. My lips tingled from the feel and taste of him.
“You can have it…later.” He flashed an arrogant grin and stepped away. “Your ID card too. You’ll need that if you want on the premises.” He turned and started walking.
Where the hell were the teachers? I could have screamed in frustration, but I didn’t. I had no idea what his end game was or what he wanted. So, I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I was Rhiannon Clermont. I would never give anyone the satisfaction of knowing they’d successfully gotten to me.
CHAPTER TEN
Rhiannon
His lips.
On my lips.
Was this the world coming to an end?
That’s the only scenario I could conjure in which Judas and I would be touching. Except, he’d touched me before in many ways. Most disturbing was the way he touched my soul, stroked it with bloodied fingertips and made it ignite.
People might be fooled into thinking he was just another rich kid in a sea of many, but he didn’t fool me. I recalled what we did that night vividly, everything that led up to us fucking like savages. This boy had the devil in him, and I kinda liked that.