47

Adrianna
Archer is right that I made sure he heard me so that he’d see me with Nik and get jealous, but I never thought he was this insane. I’d seen the way he was looking at me during gym when Nik got too close, so I thought I’d play on his jealousy, as I need to get revenge on him for blackmailing me into fucking him.
My intention is to make him fall for me, and the way he’s acting, I’d say it won’t be hard. It may be a challenge to get a self-professed man whore to fall for me, but I’m determined. When he thinks he has me, I intend to break his heart. Because this man deserves pay back for blackmailing me into sleeping with him, no matter how good the sex is. And it is fucking good.
I bite my lip so hard I draw blood, my hand in his lap reluctantly as I squeeze the hard length of him. It doesn’t help being forced to touch him, as it only makes the ache inside of me deepen. He’s trying to tip me over the edge right here in front of an entire crowd of people, and he’s so close. It’s going to be impossible to stop myself at any minute, as I’m like a volcano ready to explode.
“Stop this,” I hiss at him.
He just smirks in the most infuriating way. “No can do. Sorry, baby girl.” His fingers quicken over my clit and I cry out, bringing my free arm up to my mouth as I bite down on my jacket. Humiliation and heat merge as one as I climax right there in a stadium full of people, thankful that it’s so loud, otherwise people would hear me.
“You are a fucking bastard,” I say.
He smirks. “And you love it, baby.” He pulls his fingers out of me and then sucks them clean, one by one. “Delicious.”
I wish it wasn’t such a sexy fucking move, as the ache deepens inside of me.
“Now be a good girl and return to your seat.” He stands to allow me past.
I stand and move past him, but he grabs my wrist. “And later I’ll fuck that soaking wet cunt of yours.”
I shudder at the deep, dark quality of his voice. And I hate that butterflies flutter to life in my stomach at the prospect. Quickly, I make my way past him and apologize as I shuffle past the rest of the people.
When I get back to my seat, Nik doesn’t even notice as I sit down. At least he wasn’t aware of me sitting behind him, getting fingered by Coach. It’s probably a blessing that he doesn’t notice, as he doesn’t put his arm around my shoulders this time. Something tells me that Archer wouldn’t like that at all.
I shuffle as I feel like he’s watching me, and sure enough, when I glance over my shoulder, his dark eyes are pinned on me.
He smirks at me and I feel that deep ache reignite between my thighs.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
Quickly, I turn back to face forward and resist the urge to glance back there for the final thirty minutes of the game, which is beyond boring. The hockey game was my idea and I’m really regretting it about now. I should have suggested a movie or something.
Azira cheers the moment the game is over and then leans forward across Alek to speak to me. “Remind me to give you a stern talking to later for suggesting such a terrible outing.”
I laugh as we all stand and walk out of the stadium seating and wrestle our way through the busy corridors and out into the parking lot. Humiliation still claws at my insides as I walk, feeling my thighs wet from the orgasm Archer dragged out of me. Even though no one seemed to notice what happened, I know what happened, and it makes me feel sick.
Archer is an asshole. A talented asshole, but an asshole all the same. Making me come while sitting in the middle of the stadium in front of so many people was humiliating and degrading.
“That game was boring as hell,” Azira whines.
“You don’t say?”
Her brow furrows. “It was your idea to come here.”
“Yeah, well, I didn’t realize how much I hate hockey.”
Azira laughs. “Me neither. Let’s vow to never come to one again.”
Nat approaches with Alexander’ arm around her. I still can’t wrap my head around those two.
“How did you like the game?” Alexander asks.
“Hated it,” I say.
He chuckles. “Not sure Nat was too fond, were you?”
Nat shakes her head. “I’ve told him I’m never coming to one again.” Her eyes narrow as she glares at me. “Why the hell did you suggest it?”
I shrug. “Thought it would be a fun evening away from SA. Clearly, I was wrong.”
“Clearly,” Azira says.
Nik walks over and places an arm around my shoulders. “What are we talking about?”
“How shit the game was,” I say.
He shakes his head. “I thought it was good, but then I’m a hockey fan.” His expression changes as he leans toward me. “Can I have a word in private?”
“Sure,” I say.
He pulls me away and grabs my hand. “So, Adrianna. Why did you want to go to the game with me?”
I swallow hard and shrug. “Just thought it would be fun.”
He smirks. “You got the hots for me, Vasquez?”
The thought makes me want to puke. “No chance.”
His brow furrows, and he suddenly looks a little vulnerable. “Well, can you pretend like you do?”
“What?”
He clenches his jaw. “It’s Rosa. She’s playing hard to get, and I want to make her jealous.” His eyes dart toward Rosa, who is talking to the new kid, Rizzo.
I’m surprised Nik would even admit that, but it’s exactly what I’ve been trying to do with him. Make Coach jealous. “Sure, no problem.”
He smiles, pulling me close. “In that case, shall we make it convincing?”
I glance at him, his eyes dancing with amusement. “How do you propose we do that?”
He smirks. “How about a kiss?”
I can’t understand why the thought of kissing Nik, even as a ruse to make Rosa and Archer jealous, makes me feel dirty. Especially since I just climaxed less than half an hour ago with Archer’s fingers inside of me. It makes me feel like I’m cheating on Archer or something, which makes no sense considering the way he forced me to have sex with him. Anger coils through me that I’m even thinking like that. “Okay, one kiss.”
His lips curve into a smirk as he draws me against him, eyes darting briefly to Rosa, who is chatting to Rizzo. And then he kisses me. His lips are firm against mine, but I feel nothing as his tongue dips into my mouth. It’s such a conflicting contrast between when Archer kisses me.
And then suddenly Nik is being ripped away from me. It’s a blur as Archer is standing there and he has his hands on Nik as he punches him in the face.
I start forward, grabbing his arm. “Stop!”
He tries to shrug me off, but I intercept him and grab hold of his fist before it hits Nik’s face again.
“What the fuck, Coach?” Nik says, holding his mouth, which is bleeding.
“Don’t fucking touch her ever again. Do you hear me?”
Nik’s eyes widen and he nods. “Sure.”
I drag Archer away. “What the hell are you doing?”
He spins on me. “What am I doing? I told you that you can’t date another guy and then I come out into the parking lot to find you kissing Nik.”
“He kissed me and what’s the big deal?”
His expression is scary, and I take a few steps backward.
It forces him to pursue me across the parking lot. “The big deal is you are mine, Adrianna. That was the agreement.”
I place my hands on my hips. “There was no agreement that I wouldn’t date. All you said was that I have to be at your apartment every night this year.” It’s a fact, even if I knew he would be angry seeing me with Nik.
Ever since he’s had his eyes set on me, he’s been possessive and easily wound up. And it makes my plan that much easier. Archer needs to fall for me if I’m going to get my revenge on him and make him suffer for blackmailing me. I’m not the type of girl to just take this shit without some kind of retaliation.
“You are mine for the year. That was the agreement.” He wraps a firm palm around my throat. “There’s no need for me to tell you not to date, as it’s expected when you belong to someone else,” he growls.
Professor Luigi approaches, clearing his throat. “Am I interrupting something?”
The sound of his friend’s voice seems to snap him out of his violent daze as he releases my throat. “Not at all.” It’s like he changes at the flick of a switch once his friend appears.
“Our Uber is here,” Professor Luigi says, his eyes darting between me and Archer. “Are you ready?”
Archer’s jaw flexes as he clenches it. “Sure. Just give me one moment.”
Luigi looks reluctant about walking away, but doesn’t question him.
He grabs my wrist. “If I see or hear that you’ve been within five fucking feet of that boy again, I’ll kill him. Do you understand?”
I shake my head. “Do you think I care what you do to Nik Kushev?”
“No, because you were using him to get to me.”
“You are so vain.” I yank my hand from his grasp. “Not everything is about you, Archer.”
He’s right, of course, but I can’t let him know that. Not if I want my plan to work. Archer can’t know that I’m trying to break his heart or he’ll make sure it doesn’t happen.
“Be at my apartment by eleven o’clock or I will come and find you.” He turns around and walks over to Professor Luigi, who was watching us intently. I watch him as he gets into the cab and drives away, wishing I could stand up to him.
Although my home life has always been fraught with discipline, at the academy, I’ve done what I want when I want. And Coach is taking that away from me. It makes me hate him more.