Defy (Sinners of Saint, #0.5)

by L.J. Shen

“And by the time we’re done with him, he will be sorry his whore of a mother ever gave birth to him!”

This whole nightmare of a night was orchestrated because he was a sadistic, violent fuck.

When I reached him, he finally turned around, his face painted with boredom and pity. When I didn’t back down, his expression darkened. Vicious might not be as beautiful as Jaime, Trent, and Dean, but he somehow had the most memorable face. He looked like a guy whose shit list you didn’t want to be on.

“I’m sorry, remind me who the fuck you are?” Of course he knew who I was.

“I fucking dare you, sweetheart. Go ahead, test me. Actually, I’d love for you to do that. It’ll get you kicked out of your job, and I won’t have to see your sour-ass face every day.”

A warm, familiar hand stopped me before my fingers dialed 911. “Apologize,” Jaime’s voice commanded. But the order wasn’t aimed at me.

“My bad, Greene.” Vicious’s words were sharp and insincere as his shoulder brushed past Jaime’s. He looked like it physically pained him to say them.

“Next time I catch you stalking me from across the road,” he whispered into my ear, close enough for it to look suspicious but not enough for people to talk about it afterwards, “you better come say hi. Better yet, you better show me how much you miss me with your lips, instead of stripping me with your eyes.”

Either way, Vicious had won. And Jaime helped him. But not at my expense. And that was something. That was a lot.

when I reached the last class with Jaime and his friends, they all behaved. Everyone…other than Jaime. He was messing with his phone, as usual. Since he wasn’t looking at me, I let it slide. I wanted to teach this class without feeling my nipples puckering under his scorching gaze.

It’s cute how you pretend to listen to Millie when I know your just waiting for the clock to hit 3 so I can bend you over that desk and fuck you so hard the windows will rattle.

Dean Cole had his elbows on his desk, leaning forward, drinking her words like they were oxygen. And Vicious? He looked at her like she was his.

Your nipples are so tight I could cut fucking diamonds with them, baby. It’s a turn on when everyone can see what I do to you. In half an hour, I’m going to shove my hand into your pencil skirt and my fingers into that pussy. Digging into Ms. G’s G-spot and hitting it again and again until you pass out from your orgasms.

Another vibration. This time I waited a few seconds before I glanced his way and found him smirking at his phone. Asshole.

Then I’ll take my hand out, let you lick my fingers one by one, suck on them hard, and beg for me to take you. But I won’t. You’ll have to go down on me first, and I’ll make you choke on my cock until you can’t breathe. How would you like that, Mel?

So lost. So confused. So fucking mine. Owning someone has never felt this good.

I liked to believe I saw some of me in Emilia. She was delicate, artistic, and unfazed by the privileged environment she wasn’t a part of.

Vicious’s hooded eyes were on Millie as he played with one of his rusty metal rings—a part of his iconic serial-killer attire.

but Millie was still standing, eyeballing him like he was a punching bag she was about to swing her fist into.

I got ballsy. I had a back. It was Jaime.

Who cares? He was my own personal calorie-free dessert.

“Come here.” He crooked his index finger at me. “Excuse me? I’m the teacher,” I teased, happy to have him alone. “And I’m the pissed-off guy who needs to put you in your place every now and again. Here.” He patted his desktop and plopped back in this chair.

“Vicious would keep his mouth shut even if he walked in on me fucking Mr. Pattinson while the PTA president licks my asshole. I can do anything with anyone as long as it’s not Millie. We’re goddamned near blood-brothers.”

I took slow steps to him and sat at the edge of his desk. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his groin so that I straddled him, my legs curling around his waist.

but he grabbed me by my ass and pulled me into his aching erection, sucking hard on one of my breasts through the fabric of my blouse and finishing on a teasing bite. “Shit…” I muttered. “How was your weekend?” He placed his lips on my neck and licked his way to my cleavage.

“I thought we agreed this was just harmless fun.” “It is.” He tipped his head back, staring at me seriously. “And it’s fun being with you.”

No. There’s nothing fun about high school girls. You, on the other hand…” His fingers found my soaking undies, and as usual, he cocked his head, smirking, letting me know that he was onto me.

“But most of all…” he breathed, placing a gentle kiss on the corner of my lips. “I like the chase. You make me sweat somewhere besides a football field. Turns out…that’s the exercise I’ve been looking for.”

“Vicious,” Jaime gnashed. A warning.

“She’s lucky you have a soft spot for her. Otherwise I’d have reduced her to ashes at Liberty Park.” A hard spot, baby, I thought as I made my way back to my desk. And you have no idea.

More fucking in insane positions.

If Vicious was the evil one, and Dean was the stoner one, and Trent was the lost, beautiful soul searching for its mate, Jaime was the cement that glued them together. He was the guy you could always count on. And I was starting to count on him too.

“Take it easy, missy. No rush. Let’s watch a crappy nineties movie together while we wait for the pizza. I’m going to sleep here tonight.”

“I’m planning an even bigger party between your legs tonight.”

“I think I like you,” I muttered, pressing my face to his muscled torso in a hug. I felt his heartbeat under my ear. “I think I like you back.”

“I’m going to come in your mouth,”

I moaned into his hot flesh, lolling my head from side to side. I liked it. To feel admired and desired by a younger man. He was driving me crazy…but I was driving him wild.

and I swallowed it instantly, desperate for every drop of him.

We both grinned, the kind of private smile only we knew how to decode.

“Look at my Little Ballerina, learning how to give head like it’s the eighties.”

People liked giving head, I guess.”

“I need to ask you something.” “Uh-oh. Am I in trouble, Ms. Greene? Have I been a bad boy? Do I need a spanking?” He wiggled his brows and laughed. God, he was sexy. And God, it was creepy.

“This doesn’t leave this room,” Jaime warned, dipping his chin down, his nose touching mine. “Of course,” I said as if this was obvious. We were still on the floor, my legs knotted with his. I wanted to toss aside my teacher hat at that moment. To burn it to ashes, more like. “This is between you and me. I’m just curious.” “Well…” He pulled me deeper between his legs, opening them wider to accommodate me.

We’re all rich, privileged, and desperate to fill in the void.” “What void?” “That void. Whether it’s sex or pressure or money.

That void was familiar. I didn’t want to tell him that I had it, too. The hole in my soul. And that I, too, found a way to fill it. With him.

he snaked one hand behind my back and lowered me along with him to the floor, doing it slowly so I wouldn’t hit my head. A wicked grin curved his lips. “Why? Because it’s fun.

His other hand moved between us, sliding down my belly, finding my soaking panties. I was wearing a knee-length dress, but it was flipped up and Jaime didn’t look like he was bothered by it too much. He rubbed my entrance through my panties furiously.

He bit my lip, tugging my underwear down roughly and pushing in two fingers.

I whimpered, tightening around him. He was rougher than usual, and I doubted it was a coincidence. He wanted to show me that he was a man, not a kid.

Jaime wasn’t afraid of getting hurt. Not physically, anyway. But what about emotionally? And what about me? Would I be able to take the hit when things between us went south?