Pretty Dirty (Dirty Bad Things Book 2)(75)

“You aren’t, and I’m not taking no for an answer.” His eyes flash, and his hand tightens on me, pulling me close as my pulse throbs in my veins.

“I’m definitely not taking no for an answer, for anything,” he growls, just shy of dangerous, and it’s just enough of a filthy, naughty promise to get my whole body shivering in anticipation and my panties soaking with need for him.

“And I remember telling you I’d be checking for something later.”

My face burns hot, and I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Don’t you dare clean up. I’ll be checking later.”

He’s talking about his cum, filling my panties and making my pussy messy and sticky.

My breath comes heavy, and all I can do is nod and wet my lips as his eyes strip me bare in front of him.

“This way.”

He leads me through the hall with one hand firmly at the small of my back, guiding me. We exit into the faculty lot, and he leads me to his big black Range Rover. He’s wordless, his hand still resting on my back, so warm through my blouse and right above my ass as he opens the door for me. He watches me climb in, his eyes tracing up my bare legs, and I can feel that naughty thrill tease it’s way through me from earlier.

“This is a nice car,” I say as he gets in on his side and shuts the door.

“Thanks.” Christian turns and eyes me. “So tell me what really happened that day. With Hershman.”

“You’ve read my file.”

“And it doesn’t make sense.”

“Can we drop it?”

He cocks one brow and gives me a hard look before he slowly nods. “For now.”

We drive to my house in silence, except for me giving a few directions along the way. And as we get closer, the doubt and the confusion about earlier comes flooding into my head. I start to wonder if he’s regretting what happened, or if what we did was a fluke, one-time thing. I’m still mulling this over, and feeling worse and worse, when suddenly, he drives right past my house and up the block to the park. He pulls into the wooded parking lot and roars the engine to the far, shaded side of the lot, parking under a big tree and shutting the car off.

The silence makes my pulse race, and I can feel the heat suddenly flood through me.

“Show me,” he says gruffly.

I know what he means, and I also know without a doubt that earlier was not a fluke, one-time thing.

Not a chance.

“You want to see if I did as you told?” I say in a small voice, thick with lust.

“Yes,” he growls.

I swallow, turning in my seat to face him. He undoes his seatbelt, and with shaking hands, I do the same.

“Spread your legs, Princess,” he purrs, his voice low and heavy, his jaw tight. I bite my lip to stifle the moan, swallowing and slowly nodding.

And slowly, I do what he says. I spread my legs, and my hands pull at my skirt, pulling it up my bare legs.

“Show me, baby girl,” he growls softly as I hesitate just shy of showing him.

“You want to see my panties, Mr. Knolls?”

“Fuck, Tempest, he groans, his jaw tight.

Something clicks. Something about the power I suddenly realize I have over this dominant, powerful, gorgeous, and much older man clicks. And at the same time, the power he also has over me melts through me. And that power makes me want to do anything for him.

It makes me want to be everything for him.

…Like his dirty girl.

“You want to see the mess you left in my panties and all over my pussy?” I whisper in a soft, high voice.

I don’t know where this filthy talk and this bad girl attitude is coming from, but I’m soaking wet from it. And I’m nervous that I’m making a fool of myself in front of this much older clearly more experienced man. But then I see the hard look in his eyes, and the way his jaw clenches, and how hard he is in his pants for me, and it’s all I can do not to throw myself at him.

I pull the skirt all the way up, shivering as I expose my panty-covered pussy to my Headmaster. I slip a finger inside the waistband and slowly pull the panties down, showing him the sticky wet stain inside.

“You dirty little girl,” Christian growls thickly, his voice like an electric current that sizzles through my body.

“I’m your dirty little girl, Mr. Knolls,” I breathe. “If you want.”

He groans, his eyes flashing fire at me.

“Trust me, angel,” he purrs. “I do want. In fact, you’ll find that there’s literally no part of you that I don’t want — utterly, totally, and completely. I want every single piece of you as my own. Mine,” he growls, making me whimper.

“Touch your pussy.”

I moan softly, my finger tracing down over my pussy.

“Like this, sir?”

He growls. “Just like that.”

I moan softly, rubbing my clit while I hold my panties stretched down to show him.

“I— I want to watch you too,” I say in a tight, shaky voice. And I’m shocked that I say it, but Christian only smiles hungrily at me.

“You want to watch me?” His eyes flash. “Tell me what you want to watch, Princess,” he growls lowly.

I whimper, swallowing the heat from my face. “Show—” I take a shaky breath, my finger rolling over the nub of my clit. “Show me your cock, sir,” I gasp.