A look of disdain coated her face when she looked at me. And she stared at me as if I were a rotten piece of fruit. “You are apparently going to be the new poster girl for Lineage. Your father would like you to present yourself as the beautiful new figurehead of our academy. The title is meaningless, of course, but simply a show to persuade trust from the community as we attempt to merge the two schools together.
“Like hell,” I said under my breath.”
“Careful,” she warned.
“And you,” Marta said as she turned to her son, “are going to take your place as the new overseeing Dean of Goldshire? That will ensure a smooth, transitionary process.”
I could tell that he wanted to echo my same sentiment, but he withheld and bit his tongue instead.
“What about Adam and Julian?” he asked instead.
“Adam will stay here and keep an eye on things with Lisette. Julian will go back with you to Goldshire and help you there. Both men have been strictly warned that if they don’t follow Jack’s directives, there will be hell to pay.”
“And by hell, I assume you mean—”
She tisked. “Let’s not play games, son. You all either do what you’re being instructed to do, or you’ll be killed.” Marta turned to leave. “Oh, and you won’t be seeing each other again until after the merger is complete. You leave in an hour, Michael.”
As soon as Marta had left the room, I started to beg Michael not to leave for Goldshire. But as much as he didn’t want to go either, there was nothing that either of us could do.
“We just have to play the part for now,” he said. “Just give me some time to figure it out.”
The hour passed by too quickly, and before we knew it, the guard was opening the door again to get us both. Michael was escorted off the campus with Julian, and I was ushered into a private dinner with my father. I would have rather eaten glass than have been made to sit at a table with that man again. My father ate like a hound, shoveling food into his mouth as though he were using it to fuel his evil. He wasn’t an obese man, but I wouldn’t have called him fit either.
“Marta filled you in on what you’re going to do for me?” he said.
“Smile and look pretty?” I said with sarcasm.
“Perfect.” He said, looking pleased with himself at my response.
After an hour of sitting with him and not eating, he eventually dismissed me.
I had only made it a short distance down the hall when someone came up behind me.
“I don’t need an escort everywhere I go,” I said. “It’s not like I’m going to run away.” And even if I could run away, I couldn’t leave the guys behind.
“It’s just me,” Adam said.
I turned around and flung myself into his arms. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to get you. They said we could go back to staying at my apartment, and I thought you’d prefer that to staying in this building so close to your father.”
“God, yes,” I said.
Adam wrapped his arm around me, and we walked across the campus and back to his apartment. It looked like the locks had been stripped from every door, so there was no way to lock it, but at least it was somewhere that wasn’t under the constant watch of my father’s henchmen.
“I heard they took Michael and Julian to Goldshire,” he said as he dug around in the cabinets until he found a bottle of whiskey that was still almost full. “I don’t get why they’re letting those two guys be together. You’d think they would be worried about them plotting against them.”
“I guess they figure those two don’t like each other much. I really don’t know. None of this makes any sense. I’m surprised they’re letting us stay together, too, for that matter.”
“What is your father going to make you do tomorrow?” Adam asked.
“I think Marta is having members of the press come to cover the official merger of the schools. I’m supposed to smile pretty and act all happy and innocent. As if I could ever act innocent again,” I sighed.
“You are innocent,” he said. “None of this is your fault.”
I don’t know what possessed me to open my mouth about the stone room, but all of a sudden I felt like I needed to tell Adam about everything that had happened with Michael during my initiation.
When I finished telling him, he didn’t seem mad that I had kept it from him, which I guess I should have expected since he hadn’t been mad at me about sleeping with Michael either.
“So, you thought at first that it was me in that room with you?” he asked.
“Yes. When I realized it was Michael, I should have stopped right then and there, and I didn’t. I’m not sure why I needed to tell you about all that right now, but I just felt like I should.”
He swigged the contents of his glass and let out a satisfied sigh after he had swallowed.
“Adam,” I asked. “Why have you been so cool about all of this? I mean, Julian was livid with me, and Michael nearly killed me instead of giving in to his feelings, but you seem to have your emotions completely under control. What’s your secret?”
He laughed. “Trust me; I don’t have anything under control at all. I’m just better at hiding it than the others, I guess.”
When we went into the bedroom, I pulled off my sweater and jeans and stood nakedly looking around for a T-shirt to wear to sleep in. Adam was getting changed too, or at least taking off his shirt and pants for bed. I couldn’t find a shirt and was getting ready to ask him if I could borrow one of his when he came up behind me, and his hands wrapped underneath my arms from behind and cupped around my breasts. I felt his lips kiss the back of my neck, and I gasped. He pushed his body against me, and I could feel his physical desire press in-between the back of my thighs.
“I want you,” he whispered into my ear. “I want you so badly, Lisette, and I know that you think I have this all under control, but I don’t. I won’t do anything that you don’t want me to do, but if you let me, I want to show you what it would have felt like if it had been me in that stone room with you instead of Michael.”
I turned my body around in his arms until our chests were pressed up against each other, and I kissed him until I could taste the desire on his tongue. His hands slid down my body, and his finger slid the thin panties I was wearing off and onto the floor as he pulled me closer toward the bed. He sat down on the edge of the bed, with his swollen, hard cock between his legs, and I crawled onto his lap to give us both the moment that we should have had a long time ago.
Our eyes locked together as Adam held his hands against my hips. I slid down against his thickened girth, feeling him pulsing against my walls. With every rocking motion of my hips, my pussy swallowed him whole, spreading me while my body tightened around him as if it were the very first time all over again.
I couldn’t get enough. “Oh, God. Adam, please.”
