Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 86

Rebecca

My stomach gurgles from anxiety even before I step into the classroom. I'm not sure why I'm so queasy and nervous. Probably because I didn't sleep much last night.

The kiss I shared with William kept me up, thinking. For some reason, I experienced flutters before I kicked him in the balls. And unease has settled over me because I know he will come for revenge. I just didn't think it would be so soon.

I waltz into the classroom, gasping when I see that every classmate is suspended and staring into space. The door closes behind me, locks without anyone turning it, and I freeze. William is sitting in the teacher's chair, spinning back and forth while eyeing me with a stern expression.

"Good morning, Rebecca."

Chills run over my body at the deep tone of his voice. William isn't my mate, yet he affects me on a primitive level. All my senses are aware of the large hybrid sitting in that chair. He is too hot to ignore, but his face is more dangerous today.

Those intense eyes are narrowed, zoned in on me. We are all alone since William has compelled everyone inside the classroom to do nothing; even my teacher stares out the window. "Did you compel everyone inside the classroom to freeze and do nothing? Are you kidding me?"

"I did."

"Why?"

"Because you humiliated me yesterday."

Before I know it, William stands up to his full height. He dwarfs me, and I hold my breath as his advancing steps match my retreating ones.

My back is soon against the door. It's locked by William's psychic abilities that he seems to possess, and his expression tells me my fear of him massively amuses him.

"You're cute when your lips are trembling," William says coaxingly, but there is no gentleness on his face, only darkness. He spins some of my hair around his finger. "And I wanted to get your attention, so I compelled all these people. The privacy is nice." I barely dare to breathe. "And you couldn't wait until after classes are over like a normal person?"

William looks relaxed. The silence around is deafening, making me feel like no one else exists in the world but us.

"No, I wanted to make a point."

He dips his head, and his eyes are inches from mine. My breathing quickens, and I feel vulnerable. No lifelines and no one to hear me scream if he decides to hurt me.

I press my palms against the door. "What point?"

William doesn't smile, doesn't laugh. His calm, curious eyes travel downward. He looks at my lips, lets his eyes linger on my breasts, and then meets my eyes again.

My face flushes with heat as he stares at me like it's his right, and there is nothing I can do about it. His intimidation tactics are stellar.

Not a smirk or smile accompanies his violation. He doesn't touch me anywhere, but he doesn't need to. I can feel his gaze like a physical weight on my body.

William is hot. Severe. Dangerous. Heat covers my body, and a sensation I'm pissed off about settles between my legs.

After a few excruciating moments, William's lips tilt up by the corners, and his minty breath hit my face. "You kissed me and then kicked me in the balls, Rebecca. Why did you do that?" "You know why." By some miracle, I don't blink.

William further invades my space. He places his hands on the door on both sides of my head with his nose inches from mine. My IQ rapidly drops from his sheer intimidating stance.

My heart races. I'm suddenly not feeling so tough, and even my voice comes out as a whimper. "Don't touch me."

Even with my eyes on the floor, my breathing won't calm down. William's stare is mauling me alive. Every nerve in my body is hyperaware of him, terrified of his next move.

My lips quiver again, and William tips his head to meet my eyes, ensnaring me with their intensity. "I'm not like you. I would never touch you without your consent."

I gulp. "Liar."

Amusement crosses his features. "I mean it. If I ever put my hands on you anywhere private, it will be because you begged me to touch you." His lips come closer, and he whispers into my ear. "You're already aroused, Rebecca." "I'm not..." I breathe and speak shakingly. "I'm not aroused." But I am. My underwear is soaked, and judging by William's amused expression. He knows it too.

"Deny it all you want, but I bet it's not your boyfriend you think about when you touch yourself," William says in a low and husky voice. The heat of his breath covers my face. "It's me, isn't it?"

An involuntary shudder sweeps through my body. I meet William's eyes again and breathe him in.

A moment ago, there was a comeback on the tip of my tongue. Sadly, I completely forget my name and what I was about to say when William's scent invades my senses.

I like his cologne.

I like his muscular arms.

Hell, I like the way he looks at me.

But I won't surrender.

"Why do you hate me so much, huh?" I ask. "It can't only be because I ditched you in the rain yesterday."

William says his following sentence levelly. "You don't kiss someone and kick them in the balls three seconds later. That's foul."

"You were going to drink my blood!"

"And?" His eyes narrow. "It was my right after saving your a*s."

His right?!

Are you kidding me?!

"You're such a d**k!"

Irritation sweeps over his features, and I hate that I still replace him attractive. Still replace him irresistible. Those long eyelashes cast shadows over his cheeks, and anger ticks against his jaw. He is gorgeous but scarily angry with me. It makes him frightening to behold.

"Careful, Rebecca," he leans closer, staring into my eyes. He is so tall it hurts my neck to keep eye contact. "I'm patient, but I dislike being insulted. Especially directly into my face." "And I hate being cornered."

"Really?" William challenges. "Is that why you're so wet?"

Horror takes root in my brain when William's finger traces its way down from my collarbone to my hipbones.

No.

He is going to... He is going to-

Within moments he cups my s*x, and to my utter embarrassment, it swells in his hand.

His irises dilate, and glee coats his expression. "Your underwear is soaked. Mind explaining that to me?"

His lips curl as I try to search for an explanation. But there is none except the truth-the bastard turns me on. My pulse is skyrocketing, and William leans into me, speaking intimately with his body language. "Listen," his husky whisper is in my ear. "I'm going to back off and leave you alone, Rebecca. But don't pull the same s**t on me again, okay? Next time, I might not be as kind."

With those words, William leans away from me. He stares at the door, and I move away from it without speaking. I'm too humiliated by my body's reaction to him to react or say anything.

I get out of his way, and when he clicks his fingers to make every person return from their hypnotized, compelled state, my s*x is still throbbing, mourning the loss of his touch. It's embarrassing, especially when William winks at me.

"See you around, Rebecca," his severe eyes travel to my clenching s*x, and his smile turns evil. "You might want to take care of that. It won't be as good as the real thing, though."

He turns on his heel, and I'm left staring after his incredible a*s. A little shaken, a little frightened, but also beyond turned on. It's frustrating, especially since I hate William's guts.

I can't stand him. William is a jockhole, and now when he knows I replace him attractive, I want to dig a hole and die. My own body has betrayed me, and I hate how all I can think about is William's hand between my legs. He said he wouldn't touch me.

What a liar.

Not that I hated it... I loved it.