Chapter 20 EXPELLED??
SLOANE’S POINT OF VIEW.
My world tilts as my orgasm crashes through me, hitting me square in the chest, raw and unrestrained. My scream echoes off the kitchen walls as I collapse against the counter, my body limp and trembling, with every nerve ending still sparking with aftershocks.
Lucien’s mouth doesn’t leave me-- not until I’m begging, whimpering, and clawing at his hair like I’ll drown if he doesn’t stop. My body screams for me to pull him closer, but my mind warns me that it's just fake and nothing real.
I couldn't care less though; not if his mouth feels this good on my core.
Finally, he pulls back. And the sight of him has my pussy walls clenching in desire, as more of my wetness leaks out of me. His lips are glistening with my juices, as his blue eyes are alight as though a furnace lights them. He looks at me like I’m something he’s conquered after such a long time, something he owns.
His eyes shine with pure possession as he runs his gaze all over my very naked body. My body betrays me—I’m still shaking before him, with my thighs parted shamelessly, as my juices drench my inner thighs, and my pussy. My body, although spent, aches for more of his touch, of his lips, his fingers....his cock.
“Good girl,” he rasps, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before licking his lips again like he’s savoring the taste of me. “You taste better than sin.” The action is primal; so primal, it has me almost pleading for more, shamelessly.
I can’t form words. My brain is still fried as I can barely comprehend anything, my lungs are burning for air, and my chest is rising and falling like I’ve just run a marathon. I should feel ashamed.
Heck, I should cover myself. I should remember who I am and what this is supposed to be.
Fake. Just fake.
But the way he looks at me.....it makes me feel anything but fake. It's like his stare awakens something in me, something I didn't even know I had.
He looks me in the eye, his blue orbs on mine as a smirk stretches on his lips;
"You want more?" He muses as his fingers rub on my lips. My wetness rubs from his fingers to my lower lips, making them glisten with my arousal.
He notices, as his eyes darken instantly at the sight.
"Open." He commands, and I do. My lips part for him immediately, and he wastes no time as he thrusts his fingers into my mouth.
"Suck." I'm met with the taste of myself, as I obey him immediately.
I realise something from the way his eyes darken; there's no way he's done with me after one orgasm.
Fuck.
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The morning light is cruel, as it filters in through the blinds of my small room.
It stabs into my eyes as if it's mocking me, and the events of the night before. Like it's to remind me that reality doesn’t care how good last night felt.
My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache, as I turn in bed. My lips are swollen from his kisses, and my thighs burn from being spread so wide, and held so firmly, as Lucien continued his onslaught on my bodyh, even after I'd slept. Multiple times into the night, he'd awoken me to the feel of his tongue deep in my core, as he feasted on me like I was his favourite desert.
It was filthy, sick....but so satisfying.
I groan, dragging a pillow over my head as the voice of my subconscious screams at me with the intent of scolding.
'It's fake, Sloane. It's never going to be real.'
She reminds me without mercy;
It was all fake.
A deal.
A game.
Nothing more. My heart clenches as her words hit me aquare in the chest, the truth of it stares me in the face like the monster I'd tried to avoid all my life. My mind replays the moment he whispered to me; good girl.
His voice had dropped to a delicious tempo as he whispered filthy words in myu ears, while his finers were buried deep inside me. My stomach flips when I replay the sound of his groan, each time he buried his face between my thighs.
It was like he was pleased with having his tongue insde me every second he spent between my legs. His groans were guttural, satisfied, filthy, and raw.
I shake the thoughts off, and rise from my bed.
School awaits, Sloane.
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By the time I step into school grounds, everyone whispers around me, as they step away from me like I'd become a leper.
Just when I was about to ask what the fuck was going on, someone runs up to me, her green hair bounces with every step as she moves.
"The principal would lile to see you, Sloane." She reveals, and for some reason, my heart thumders loudly in my ears, as my heart coils around my ribs like a vice.
"Is there a problem?" I asked her, as my face grew pale with the dread of facing the principal without Lucien by my side.
"There seems to be conversation about your scholarship, Sloane." She responds, as she looks at me with pity, and sadness. "I think you should call Lucien. The school blog is riddled with different news about you, and everyone says, you might get expelled."
"What? Kim, I got here because I was the best at my other school, every single important official in this damn school knows that." I respond.
She nods at me, as though she could see the pain in my eyes.
"I know. That's why I suggest you call Lucien. He might have something he can do about this, because from what I see; expulsion is the next line of action for you." She says, and just before I can respond, I catch sight of someone standing in the hall not too fat from us.
Her wicked smile stares back at me as she glares with victory.
Roxanne.
I should have known this was her work.
"I'll get it done, Kim. Thanks." She nods, squeezes my hand in comfort, before walking off.
Roxanne makes a kill motion with her fingers, before laughing ,loudly, with Matt behind her.
“She won’t last long. Roxanne’s right; girls like her don’t deserve a free ride.” Someone whisoers loudly beside me with her group of cat like friends around her.
“ Everyone knows she’s spreading her legs for Knox now. Bet she can’t keep her grades up. Apparently, her grades from her previous school were doctored, she's actually a dumb blonde. What does Lucien see in her?”
“Pathetic. First her best friend ditches her, now her scholarship’s in danger.She's such a mess.”
Their words slice through me, and I fight to keep my chin high as I march to class. But then I see it--an image pinned to the bulletin board outside the dean’s office.
It's a forged screenshot, but it's been printed and highlighted, to make it look like I’ve been selling myself to Lucien for favors; like my scholarship is bought with my body, and not by being the best at my previous school, and staying the best here even above mosty of the spoilt kids of Ravenscroft High.
My stomach drops to my feet immediately, and my hands shake as I rip it down, but not before I see Roxanne leaning casually against the wall, her smirk poisonous. I was so preoccupied with my rage, I didn't see her move from where she was earlier.
“Oops,” she says sweetly, a false smile on her face,\]as she tilts her head. “Guess some truths can’t stay hidden forever. It's a shame, Bishop. All that studying, sleepless nights in the library, and in the end, everyone knows what you really are.”
Heat floods my cheeks, as humiliation twists in my chest. The urge to scream at her grips me, wrapping it's hands around my throat like a vice,to tear her smug face apart, to relish in the look of shock on her face as I pounce on her, but my throat locks up. My fists clench, and my nails bite into my palms.
But before I can speak, before I can even breathe, Lucien is at my side in an instant.
I stare at him in shock; clearly remembering him sayiin he woudn't be at school today because of work.
He doesn’t yell, heck, he barely spares her a glance.
He just slides up beside me, slips his hand into mine, and threads our fingers together like he’s done it a thousand times before.
“Walk,” he orders quietly, and I obey him, even though rage burns in my chest.
By the time we're alone, he turns me to face me, and says; "Trust me?"
And even though I shoudn't, even though my hart screams at me to fight him on trust, my stupid heart makes me give in to him as I nod.
"Yes." i whisper, and he smirks in satisfaction at my answer.
"Good girl." He rasps, drawing me back to memories from lasty night, as a flush rises up my cheeks. He notices, and smirks. "Just wait."
I do just that, and by lunchtime, everything has changed drastically, as everyone's focus shifts from me, and to the reason this started in the first place.
“Did you hear? Roxanne’s brother just got caught overdosing.”
“I can't believe it, first she steals, and now her brother's a druggie?”
My head snaps toward Lucien immediately. He sits at his table in the elite cafe,his form perfectly calm, as he scrolls away on his phone like the king of the school he is, like this barely suprises him, and I knew;
He leaked the news.
I catch a picture of Roxanne on the blog. Roxanne’s face is pale, and her hands are trembling as she stares at her phone in shock.
I slam my fork down, as I fix him a glare. “What did you do?” I hiss under my breath.
Lucien looks up lazily, with one brow arched. “I handled it.”
“Handled it?” I glare. “You ruined her. You—God, Lucien, this is exactly why I didn’t want you involved. This isn’t part of the deal!”
His jaw flexes, but he doesn’t rise to my anger. Instead, he leans forward, his voice low, dangerous. “She went after you. Your scholarship is what you have in this school it's what you earned by yourself. That’s not a rumor war, scholarship girl. That’s survival. And you know I don’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”
The words slice through me as my heart stutters painfully in my chest with one truth echoing in my mind. “I’m not yours,” I snap like I don't care, though the tremor in my voice betrays me. “This is fake. You don’t get to defend me like that. Everyone's gonna think I can't handle things on my own.”
His lips curl into that wicked smirk, as his eyes darken, in a way that makes my stomach knot with both fury and want. He leans in close....close enough that only I can hear his next words,as his breath brushes my ear.
“They already think you’re mine. And maybe they’re right.” His fingers brush over my hand under the table, as his hands caress, and trace my skin smoothly.
“Tell me, scholarship girl… would you like to be mine for real?”