My lips popped open. He’d better have been kidding or I was going to strangle him with his school tie until he turned blue. I may have grown pretty precious about all the beautiful underwear Saint had provided me, even if it had been wrong for him to buy it in the first place.
Dammit, if Kyan’s jizzed on that little red Victoria Secret thong I’m going to be livid.
I headed outside and was surprised when I found over half the school had already gathered out on the lawn beyond the dining hall. Plenty of people looked my way, but none of them addressed me, averting their eyes or even bowing their heads. It was weird as hell.
I lifted my chin, folding my arms as I gazed down the pathway, not wanting to bring the fish out until Kyan was in front of me awaiting his punishment. I played out exactly how it was gonna go in my head until a vicious smile twisted up my lips.
It was a while longer before the Night Keepers appeared, the dusky light hanging over them on the path and shrouding their faces in shadow. Of course they arrived together, but I was extra surprised to find Monroe strolling along beside Blake as one of the gang. I didn’t know why it shocked me. Maybe it was because last night felt like a crazy dream and that I’d never really considered the fact that now he was one of them, they were going to include him in everything.
Monroe pushed a hand into his dirty blonde hair, tucking it behind his ears as his eyes swung towards me and made my heart pound. I let him see my grin and his eyes flashed hungrily, solidifying his bond with me. He was ready for the show. And I couldn’t wait to get started.
“Kyan?” I called and he broke away from the pack as the other three stopped walking, creating a crescent as they looked to me with curious expressions.
Kyan had his hair up in a top-knot and wore a fitted grey T-shirt which clung to his muscles and a pair of black jeans and a leather belt with a motorcycle engraved into the buckle. Apparently he’d changed out of his grey sweats for this occasion. How gracious.
He had a cocky assuredness as he approached, tilting his head to one side like this was all some game he was the master of. But there was no way I was going to let that last.
“Are you going to do as I say?” I asked and he smirked like he was enjoying this far too much.
“Yes, baby. Anything you want,” he purred.
“Strip down to your boxers and kneel over there by the lake.” I pointed and his lips parted in surprise. He hadn’t expected that. But I wasn’t just going to give him a fish stew shower, I was going to work on the humiliation part of his crimes too.
He promptly slapped on another smirk, shrugging and heading across the pathway to stand on the shaded lawn that sloped down towards the shore of the lake. He tugged his shirt off one handed, his eyes on me the whole time as people started whistling in the crowd. I realised I wasn’t breathing as he gripped his belt, unbuckling it and ripping it out of the rungs so hard it cracked in the air. Unnecessary but hella hot.
I worked hard to keep my expression neutral as he dropped his jeans, but he whipped off his boxers with them too, grinning at me with a dare in his eyes as he cupped his junk with both hands.
Students grabbed their phones and started filming and heat blazed along the back of my neck as he stood there staring at me in all his muscular glory like he was winning this game.
No chance, asshole.
I turned sharply, heading back inside and grabbing the bowl of fish from the counter, taking a moment to collect myself. If he was going to try and smirk his way through this then I needed to up my game. I needed to wipe that look off of his face hard. But how..?
An idea came to mind as I recalled the few times I’d ever seen vulnerability in him. He would never admit it, but something had happened to him in his past which had changed him. Built him into the man he was. And there was a tender spot beneath all his bullshit which I was going to have a go at digging a knife into.
I fixed a dark expression onto my features like a mask then strode out of the kitchens, rounding the building to where the crowd was waiting. Kyan was on his knees, both hands firmly clasped around his package as I approached, feeling the Night Keepers watching me closely. Blake was laughing his ass off and a twinge of happiness filled me at the noise. I quickly pushed it away, knowing I shouldn’t want anything but pain for Blake. But he was so broken sometimes, it was hard not to want to see him smile again. Especially when I remembered him aiming that pearly white, panty-melting smile at me all those weeks ago.
I moved behind Kyan, placing the bowl down behind him so he couldn’t see what was in it then tugged his top knot free with a hard yank.
“If you’re trying to turn me on again, it’s working,” he murmured.
“Did you really ruin all of my nice panties?” I pouted and he chuckled.
“Naw, I wouldn’t ruin those. You think I don’t love seeing you in all that skimpy shit? I might have to wash the pillow you slept on last night though.”
I shook my head at him and leaned down, scooping two large handfuls of fish into my hands and slapping it over his head. He flinched as I
