28. Tyler

Thelittlebratis late for class, which seems to be her MO lately. Making sure to maintain our cover, I’m about to call Rhys out on her tardiness when she strolls in, but one of Rhys’ weird friends, Bell Bishop, blocks Rhys from sitting with their weird group. She snaps something at Rhys, and a look of hurt crosses Kitten’s face before she slams that bratty wall back up, saying something in response. Her words fall on deaf ears as her so-called friends give her their back, noticeably shunning her.

What the fuck is that about?

Fucking teenagers! Why the fuck do I teach them? They are a bunch of ungrateful little entitled fucktards who wouldn’t know the first thing about hard work.

Lucky for me, Bell’s little exclusion game works in my favour because the only seat left is at the table right in front of my desk. The same spot she sat last week when she gave me a little peep show of her panties when she bent down.

Pretending like she doesn’t have a care in the world, Rhys moves to the free seat, placing her books down before taking her phone out and blatantly ignoring any class work she needs to do. If she’s trying to get sent to the office for the second time today, she can think again. Yeah, I heard all about her getting kicked out of her English class earlier, but the bad news for Rhys is that I want her in my class. She can rebel all she fucking wants, but by the end of this class, my Kitten will fucking submit. I’ll make sure of that.

Since she’s on her phone, I take mine out and place it on my tabletop so the students can’t see it past the low petition surrounding my desk. Then I send her a message.

Skipper

You’re late.

Kitten

Am I? Oh, sorry, I didn’t notice.

Skipper

Open your books, Kitten.

Kitten

Yeah-Nah. I’m all g, thanks :)

Skipper

I wasn’t asking. Open your damn books!

The little minx raises those deep chocolate eyes to glare at me past her dark lashes, and then she smirks before returning her gaze to her phone.

Kitten

Make me.

And just like that, the little brat has me hard. I can’t fucking stand up now. Not without showing my boner to everyone. I should remove her from the class, take her to my office, and punish her right fucking now.

I wish.

Skipper

If I could, I would.

Why were you upset earlier?

As she reads my message, I watch the mischief fall from her face as sadness replaces it.

Kitten

I’ve got a lot going on.

And before I forget, Master will probably

contact you before Wednesday night.

Skipper

Why?

She looks up at me again, this time with a look of regret written across her face.

Skipper

Kitten! What did you do?

Kitten

I may have turned up at last night’s Feast.

Skipper

What!

You weren’t on the list!

You said no!

Kitten

I may also have turned up with no mask.

Skipper

What!

Kitten

And I may have begged them to let me in.

She has to be fucking kidding me!

My eyes flare wide as I read her messages, over and over, while trying to rein in my anger. It’s no fucking use. I’m set to explode, and not from fucking pleasure.

Standing abruptly, I walk out of the room and into the quiet hall, my fists balled tight as I start pacing. She’s lying. She has to be! She can’t be that fucking stupid. She knows Master Hill will punish both of us for breaking the rules.

Fucking hell.

Sucking in a breath, I try like fuck to compose myself before returning to the classroom. Luckily, most of the students couldn’t give a shit if I’m there or not, so they pay me little attention. Not Rhys George, though. Not those big brown eyes that I swear can see into my fucking cold soul.

Situating myself back at my desk again, I type out another text.

Skipper

Tell me you’re kidding!!!

Kitten

I can if you want, but it would be a lie.

Skipper

Fucking hell! What were you thinking?

Kitten

I wasn’t!

Skipper

Why? Why would you do that?

Kitten

I fucked up, ok!

I already know that.

No need to make me feel worse

than I already do!

And why are you getting so mad?

I tried to call you and message you,

but you wouldn’t respond! I thought

you must have been inside at the feast.

Arsehole!!!!

What? She tried to call? Message? I scroll back up through our messages but find nothing like what she is talking about. Then I look at the call log, only to find there are no missed calls from Kitten either.

Skipper

I’m sorry, Kitten. I didn’t get any

calls or messages. And I’m not trying

to make you feel worse. I’m just trying

to understand why you would do that.

Kitten

Because I needed to fuck.

I internally flinch at her comment. She uses the term so matter of fact, which is just sad. I know there’s more to her story that makes her like this, and I know I shouldn’t want to know about it. Yet I do. I find myself wanting to know way too much about this sex kitten who’s fifteen years younger than me.

Skipper

Why?

Kitten

Because I just needed to, ok!

I had a day, and I needed release.

Don’t fucking judge me!

Skipper

I’m not judging you, Kitten.

If you feel like that again, come to me.

I’ll help you.

She glances up at me then, and I raise a brow.

Kitten

Firstly, I thought I was coming to you,

but you weren’t there,

and you wouldn’t take my calls!

Secondly, I can’t come to your house, remember?

I’m me, and you’re you.

Skipper

I’m sorry, Kitten.

I didn’t feel like going to the Feast last night.

I should have let you know,

but I really didn’t get any calls from you.

Or messages.

And yeah, we can’t take that to my house,

but I would have found a way to see you.

I watch those white teeth of hers bite down on her black lips as she mulls over something.

Kitten

You would have done that?

Skipper

Yes.

Kitten

Why?

Skipper

Because you are mine,

and I take care of what’s mine.

Her brows lift, and those dark eyes glance up to meet mine. Even though we are in a room with twenty other year eleven students, I feel like it’s only her and me in here. I wish it were only the two of us. Maybe then I could get more information from her about what the fuck drove her to break the rules at Vixen’s Lodge last night.

Kitten

I seem to belong to a few people these days.

Skipper

What do you mean?

Kitten

Cass says I’m his too.

Skipper

And are you?

Kitten

What would you say if I said I am?

Skipper

I’d say that Cass better be ok with sharing

you, or we will have a fucking problem.

Kitten

He said he’d share me with someone he trusts.

Skipper

I’m not asking here, Kitten.

If he can’t get on board with me,

then he can fuck the hell off.

Kitten

So what does all this mean?

He says I’m his.

You say I’m yours.

What does the word ‘mine’ mean?

Skipper

It means unity. Protection. Family.

Her teeth go to her bottom lip again. Is she trying not to smile?

Skipper

What are you trying to hide by

biting your lip?

Rhys flicks her gaze to me as she releases her mouth, and a small smile pulls at those soft black lips.

Skipper

So, what do you think about the

word ‘mine’ now?

Do you like it?

Kitten

I’m pretty sure I’m going to regret

admitting this, but yeah, I really do.

Corey Michaels takes that moment to put his hand up and demand I be a fucking teacher again, so I reluctantly put my phone away and do the job I’m being paid to do.

The double lesson of Health drags, mainly because most of the students are up to date with their work and are just revising for upcoming exams. So when the lunch bell rings, it’s a fucking relief.

“Ok, class, keep up with your revision. See you next lesson.” I yell above the noise of chatting teenagers that pay me no attention once again.

“Rhys George, since you were late, you can stay behind and make up the time.”

Just like I knew she would, Rhys whines to cover up whatever we are to each other.

“But I have boys to flirt with, Mr Foster!”

Laughter filters out of the room as the students leave, and I notice Rhys’ friendship group pay her no attention.

Once the room is empty, I go to the door and lock it before turning back to Rhys.

“Why aren’t your friends talking to you?”

She shrugs. “Apparently, I’m spending too much time with Lexi’s pack, and I just use them for places to stay, and they are sick of it.”

That must have been what Bell said to Rhys when she came into class that had hurt her feelings.

“What did you say to that?” I ask, and she grins.

“I told her that when she wants to stop acting like she’s in grade four, I’d be happy to have a discussion about it.”

I smirk. “I guess she didn’t like that?”

“Nope.” Rhys pops the p and stands from her chair, coming around to lean back against her table. “So, how bad do you think my surprise visit to the Feast is?”

I mimic Rhys, propping my arse on the top of the partition at my desk.

“I’m not gonna lie, Kitten. It’s probably not good.”

“Do you think they’ll boot me out?”

“Nah. They need you. Madam Vik will probably make you eat her out for the entire night on Wednesday, though.”

She fakes a gag, and I grin.

“Will it make you feel better if I’m eating you out at the same time?”

The seductive smirk that lifts her black lips is enticing, and fuck it; I wish we weren’t on school grounds right now!

“I think I could handle that.” Her eyes darken as she stares at me, and I know she’s thinking about my head between her legs.

“Kitten,” my voice is raspy as I change from joking to serious, “Why did you end up at the Feast? What happened yesterday?”

She sighs, “I went to see someone I didn’t want to see, and then I did something I didn’t want to do, and I kinda spiralled and needed to replace the memory and consume myself in something I wanted.” She shakes her head. “I can’t fucking believe I just told you that. What’s going on with me? I told Shaun, Garrett and Simon some stuff before, too. I’m losing my fucking mind.”

I smile, “No, you’re not. You’re learning that you can trust us because you know we care. You probably feel like you’re losing your mind because you’re not used to being so honest about things. Even though what you just told me is still vague.”

“I could have said nothing.” She raises a brow, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Yes, you could have. So I’ll take the vague for now, but I’m here, Kitten, when you want to tell me more.”

She shakes her head. “I told the guys this, and I’ll tell you this too. You won’t want to know me once you know the truth about me. My past is… depraved.” She looks down at her feet, rubbing the toe of her black school shoes over the linoleum floor. ”I’m depraved. The things I’ve done are fucked up. The things I enjoy doing are fucked up.” She whispers the last two sentences.

I want to pull her into my arms so badly.

“Kitten, have you forgotten who you’re talking to?” I jab my thumb into my chest. “You’ve seen how I fuck at the Feast, and honestly, that place doesn’t even begin to let me have the freedom I want. I have some fucked up desires, so don’t you let those self-destructive thoughts in your head tell you that how you like to fuck is bad. It’s not Kitten.”

With glassy eyes, she stares at me for the longest time. I feel like she wants to tell me something. Part of her does. I can see it. The other part is screaming at her to keep her mouth shut.

“What is it, Kitten?”

She licks her lips and looks down at her feet again before looking back up at me through the fan of her dark lashes.

“Do you ever do things you don’t really want to do, but you do them because your body is screaming at you with desperate need to do it? Like you know you don’t want to do it, but you just can’t win the fight between your brain and body, and you lose the battle, and your body wins, doing things you know repulses you, but it still gets you off?”

Fucking hell. I understand what she’s saying because, yeah, I’ve fucking been there before, which leads me to wonder what the fuck my Kitten has done.

“I wish I could say no, but there have been times when I have… done things I’m disgusted about, even though my dick enjoyed it.”

Her bottom lip wobbles, and fuck, she’s going to cry. I don’t want her to cry. I hate seeing that sort of pain in her eyes.

“I did that yesterday.” She whispers, and a single tear pops free.

A buzzing noise sounds, and she brings her phone out to read a message as she bats away the salty drop. Then she holds it up to me.

Shaun Bossier

Kitten, I’m on my way to your health classroom,

where I assume you are talking to your teacher

about your overdue work. The guys are with me.

“Well, shit. It looks like I can trust fuckboy after all.”

“Don’t call him that.” She smiles, and I shoot her a wink before rising from my desk and unlocking the door.

A moment later, Shaun and his mates reach the door, pulling faces through the glass at Rhys. My little brat gathers up her things and saunters past me, brushing her hand over mine as she does in such a way that no one can see, and before she opens the door to leave, she glances over her shoulder at me.

“Daddy, I still need to be punished for turning up late to class.”

Then she kisses the air and turns to leave with three boys who look at her like she is their queen.