Page 74 of Disobedient Pawn

“Six,” I said. Ren jerked hard, and her snowy hair fell around her face. I couldn’t see her expression, but the sounds she made were confusing. I couldn’t tell if she hated it or was as turned on as I was.

This was not supposed to turn me on, and the anger roared through me. Grinding my teeth together, I slapped her for the seventh time. Ren looked over her shoulder at me, her eyes furious with a hatred I understood. I felt the same level of rage on a daily basis.

“Fuck you, Nash. I hate you!”

“Good, I hate you too.” I smacked her again, and this time I had to hold back the moan as she arched and bounced down on my fully hard cock. Finishing this bet and taking her right now was a whole new fantasy coming to life.

Without much thought, I released her body and wrapped her hair around my fist. Ren snarled like an animal when I pulled her back, and she struck out with her fist, which harmlessly bounced off my shoulder. I watched her face as my hand connected with her ass again, and the glare turned to white-hot hatred, but under that was lust. It flashed in her eyes a moment after my hand connected, and all my muscles tightened with the desire to bend her over the teacher’s desk and fuck her until she screamed my name.

“You like it don’t you?”

“No.” She said, clenching her teeth as my hand connected for the tenth time. A tear glistened as it rolled down her cheek, and I licked my lip, wanting to lick it off her face.

“Liar.”

“You’re sick.” Her silver eyes caught the little bit of light shining in around the blinds, making it look like they glittered with fury. That was hot. Way hotter than I ever intended for this moment to become.

“Most definitely.” I smacked her again, and this time there was no denying that moan. My whole body flexed as I thought about spreading her wide. She was breathing fast, and I could feel her tits brushing my leg, and I realized my heart was beating like a drum inside my chest.

In theory, she could’ve rolled off my lap since both my hands were occupied, I had nothing to hold her and keep her from running, yet she didn’t move. This was dangerous. It wasn’t meant to turn sexual but…fuck me. Now that it had, I couldn’t think of anything else.

I smacked her ass again, knowing exactly how she’d react, and anticipated the movement, flexing up into her body to get a better feel.

Fuck I was hard. The servicing I’d given myself this morning in the shower wasn’t taking the edge off. I needed to let her go. I had to get her away from me.

“Fuck,” Ren said and slumped on my lap. My hand was resting on her ass, and no amount of internal arguing would stop me from squeezing. My breath shuddered as I took a gulp of air and tried to push the thought of her bouncing on my cock out of my mind, but it did no good.

Unraveling my hand from her hair, I forced myself to let go of her ass. I was positive if I got her out of her jeans, she would be wet for me, then I could win this bet and get her out of my mind once and for all. So why wasn’t I picking her up and laying her on the desk to do just that? I didn’t know. I couldn’t figure out what I was feeling.

“Get off of me,” I growled. Ren was slow to move, so I gave her a push. “I said get off my lap. Your punishment is done.”

Ren stiffly pushed herself up and off my lap, and I’d never been so relieved and disappointed in my life. Those silver eyes locked with mine, and before I knew it, her hand connected with the side of my face. The slap echoed as loud as my father’s whip, but the sting was far different.

“Don’t ever fucking touch me again,” Ren said, her eyes full of venom as she growled the words at me through clenched teeth.

Jumping to my feet, I grabbed her wrist and yanked her body flush against mine. Everything about her body language told me to go fuck myself, right down to the way her mouth was set. Her hair was fanned out on her shoulders like she’d just been fucked hard, and once more, I was toeing a very dangerous line.

“What are you going to do? Spank me again for being a bad girl?” Her words were dipped in sarcasm and then sugar-coated with anger. It made me smile.

“Don’t tempt me. I quite enjoyed myself.”

“At least one of us did.”

“You lie, Princess. I bet if I rip those jeans off you right now, your little panties will be soaking wet for me.”

“Not a chance,” she said, but she couldn’t deny the flash of desire in her eyes.

I should just do it. I could take her right now. It was just sex, no different than the thousand other times, but…I couldn’t seem to make myself cross that next line. My feet stayed rooted to the floor as Myles’ earlier words rattled around my brain. I was acting like my father.

“I know you want me. I saw it in your eyes. You can’t deny that.”

Her eyes flicked down, the sass evident in everything she did. She had less fear than most guys I dealt with daily. “I think you have me confused with yourself unless you make it a habit to walk around with a hard-on.”

I smirked. So she had felt it. Again she could knee me, hit me, or scream the building down now, but she wasn’t doing any of that. She didn’t even fight my hold on her arm, and with each passing second, the air felt more charged around us.

I let go of her wrist just as the door opened, and Mrs. Frey walked in. She stopped when she saw the two of us.

“What is going on here?”