Viola
Lorcan is waiting for me in the sitting room when we get back. Dino ushers me inside and shuts the door. Then he folds his arms and leans against it, blocking it. Lorcan indicates to one of the stools. I ignore his offer and remain standing.
Just like that…I’m trapped between the two of them again. Only this time both of them are giving me judgmentally sober fucking looks, making no move to undress me.
“We don’t want you going to school,” Dino says.
“Sorry, what?”
“What he means is, stay the fuck here until your psycho-ex has been dealt with,” Lorcan drawls.
Great. It’s a fucking intervention.
I cross my arms, mirroring the boys’ body language. “No.” For many reasons. Dante is mine to handle. And no one gets to trap me ever again.
“Too late, I already got them to suspend you,” Lorcan says, tossing a letter with what looks to be the Royal Deacon crest onto the table.
“You fucking did what?” I snatch up the letter.
“I’m suspended for cheating on a test? What fucking test.”
Lorcan looks at me, eyes void of emotion. “You broke into the staff room. Someone had to report it. Now I have to fly to Turin early tomorrow. Stay the fuck out of trouble.” He jerks his gaze to Dino. “Keep her out of trouble.”
I stare at him. At the both of them. Then I shake my head. I’m tired of Dino judging me. I’m tired of Lorcan’s fucking accusations. I’m tired of them all trying to control me. I clench and then unclench my fists, trying to ease the rage mounting inside me. It wouldn’t do to be unstable right now. I feel for my knife out of habit.
It’s gone.
Then I remember.
Dante fucking has it.
“Be careful,” I say deliberately. “You don’t know what you’re playing with.”
Tuesday,I wake early. Too early. I couldn’t fucking sleep. Since I don’t have to go to school, I don’t bother to get dressed. Lorcan has already left for the airport so I saunter into Dino’s room in only my underwear and crawl into his bed. He’s fast asleep, but that won’t last. I work quickly, coaxing his dick from soft to raging hard in mere seconds.
Dino blearily opens his eyes. “Fuck, Viola. It is you. Come here,” he growls.
I let him kiss me hard, then pull back. He gropes for me but I bat him away. I quickly tie his wrists and ankles to the bed in between kisses using his own school tie, and whatever I can find. Then I yank each tie hard, making him hiss in pain.
Dino’s eyes narrow as I drag my nails over his chest. He winces as I dig them in deeper. There are angry pink lines and healed cuts from where I’ve raked my nails or my blade over him before.
“That hurt?” I ask.
“No.”
“Then let me try harder,” I say, stripping him of his boxers.
“Are you going to cut my balls off?”
I smirk as I wrap my mouth around his pretty cock. That thought had crossed my mind, but I’m not doing this as punishment. Well, maybe a little. He tastes salty but good in my mouth. I pump a few times, then I lick the tip, making him shudder, bringing him to the edge.
The urge to make him bleed is overwhelming.
I miss my knife.
“Fuck, Viola. You’re going to make me come. Why are you doing this?”
I stop and sit back. “Because I can and I want to.”