She threw her assignment in the trash as she crossed the quad. Seething, she reached into her pocket, pulled out her lighter and headed down to smoker’s alley. Fucking idiot professor. Fucking stupid freshmen who regurgitated his crap and cited his work like the butt-kissing morons they were. Taking out her civics text book from her canvas knapsack she flicked the lighter and set fire to the pages before throwing it over the wooden fence. It was a crap text but it made great fire wood. Turning her body into the relative shelter of the brick wall she reached behind her neck, unhooked the chain releasing the razor blade pendant into her hand and held it for a moment.
An arm reached around her shoulders pulling her back into a firm muscular body while another hand restrained her cutting hand. Pressure was applied until she dropped the blade onto the ground beside her. She would have screamed but his hand slipped up and over her mouth as they both staggered backwards. Her long jacket hung open and he quickly grabbed her breast and squeezed. Her involuntary but useful reaction was to bite down on his hand until he slackened his grip.
“Aargh! Shit!” Fucking neanderthal! She tried to bring her elbow back into his stomach but he slipped sideways turning them both around to face the wall. His hands grasped hers and slammed them onto the hard surface above their heads as he crushed her flat into the brickwork. He ground into her backside with his erection.
“Stop flirting with me Cassie.” He hissed. “You know how it turns me on.”
A small gift of a little something I’ve been working on. Sirens has been such a feature of the Kate and Elliot story so I am writing some original stories that have the club as a point of interest.