Normany

**ROMANY**

When Alex and I finally descended down the stairs and into the dining room, I wasn't surprised to find Dana already seated and sporting a resting bitch face. However, I *was* surprised when I attempted to sit down in my regular seat and Alex dragged me onto his lap.

"What are you doing, Alex?" I hissed nervously, my gaze wandering around the space apprehensively as I scanned the halls for Damien. "Let me go," I chuckled.

But he widened his thighs, dropping me down deeper between his legs so that I could feel the steel of his girth as it swiftly hardened beneath my ass. "No."

My neck nearly snapped as my face whipped in his direction and my lips nearly collided with his and I froze in shock. For the first time, it wasn't the heat in his bright green gaze that gave me pause, no. Instead, it was the almost boyishly giddy smirk that turned his lips and the absolute freedom that danced about his face.

"If I didn't know better," I whispered, suppressing a moan as his shaft pulsed beneath me and a barely perceptible groan of desire wandered past his lips, "I'd say you were in a good mood."

He scoffs. "Not yet, but I will be. Tonight I plan to introduce you to a new kind of pleasure, angel, and despite its utter depravity, something tells me you're going to love it."

"What are you trying to say? Are you confusing me with Stella or something?"

He loses his smile for a second, growling as I push his hands out from under my skirt. "No one could *ever* confuse you with Stella, angel. *Never.*"

"Yet, you liked her," I chuckle. "And you called *me* a frumpy school teacher."

the front of my ribs to trace beneath the heavy weight of one boob and I fought

right here in this room. At this table!" I snap playfully, even though I can see that he is not amused. "I vowed that

a neat little nibble of her sandwich before shooting daggers from her eyes. They were beady and narrow and reminded me of a watchful crow.

More," I

snarls, rolling her eyes and not making the connection. "Just....please....tone it down. Some of us like to eat things *other

up groaning instead. "From what I hear, you weren't really enjoying your breakfast anyway, so maybe it's better that I came along and

panties from behind and his fingers stroke across my slit. My back snaps straight like it's just been touched with a live wire, and despite my less than pleasant memories of Stella and his left hand, I can't deny the sudden desire that ricochets through me

the heady thickness drenching my voice. "I thought you

snickers beneath me, and then I feel his hand that has snaked around back and found its way up under my shirt. His strong, attentive fingers stroke across my

it," I whisper, enjoying the new found power I seem to have over him, over *Alex fucking DeMarco.* I turn my face right then, laughing

he's not wearing his uniform. Instead, he's looking absolutely devastating in a tight fitted white shirt that causes a singe in my panties and a moan to lodge

but find my neck tense and paralyzed. When I see the absolute fury in Damien's eyes and

tonight and then dive into his arms, but that's when his eyes change. The deep dark cobalt of his luxurious blue eyes is replaced with black pits of rage that I've

- just like the snap of a finger, the feeling is gone and

with me and

Suddenly, I feel more like a trophy

this just to

highly possible. In fact, not only is it possible, but it's

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