Threatening River is a low blow.
I glare at him, but I nod.
His hand relaxes and he goes back to searching my pocket.
I slam my palm into his chin. He yelps and lets go of me, and I sprint away a few feet, my hand going to my pocket. The charm is still there.
I still have it.
“You fucking bitch,” Blaze growls, lunging toward me. Despite his words, I can hear the amusement underneath them.
He’s having fun right now.
I duck out of the way and extend my leg to trip him. He manages to redirect his fall so he’s directly on top of me, and he’s heavier than I expected.
Blaze grips my wrists and looms over me. “I fucking told you the rules. I told you the consequences. Why are you still fighting me?”
I’m torn between rolling my hips up and spitting at him.
He can have my body.
The charm is mine, though.
“It’s just a fucking greenhouse,” I say, my breathing heavy. “It’s open to all students! Not my fault you idiots failed to lock your doors. How was I supposed to know that there’s a flower trafficking ring and the flower mafia is doing flower espionage?”
I catch Blaze swallowing a laugh, before he realizes how closely I’m watching. Guess I amuse at least somebody around here.
“You really have a death wish,” Blaze runs his knuckles across my cheek. “You think you can match me? I know women like you, Pandora. I’m going to break you down until you’re a sobbing mess.”
Fuck, that sounds hot.
Not the breaking me part. He’s got a long way to go if he thinks he can match me. But I’d love to see his attempts at it. I’d struggle and fight and give as good as I got?—
But if I give away too much now, there’s no way I’ll get any information out of him at all.
“Were you trying to be scary?” I mock. “All I’ve seen so far is an impotent little boy. Aman-child.”
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that men’s egos are the most fragile things ever.
It’s true here too. Blaze’s eyes widen, and he wraps his hand around my throat.
“I’ve been too nice with you,” he hisses, squeezing hard. I open my mouth in a failed breath, and my cunt throbs.
He’s so hot like this.
“You want to breathe?” Blaze asks against my lips. “Then getyour hand on my belt and undo it. I’m going to fuck you right here, and you’re going to see howimpotentI am.”
If I had any air at all, I would laugh.
Right here, in the open, a few feet away from where all the foot traffic toward the greenhouse is.
My head grows hot with arousal, and I reach for his belt. My vision is starting to fade, and I wonder if I’ll pass out before he gets to the good part.
He’d be able to search my pockets and my backpack if he did that.
I reach into his slacks and pinch his cock.
Blaze cries out and releases his hold on my neck. I cough and gasp, rolling over onto my front. I crawl two feet before Blaze has his arm around my waist, pulling me back.
