So we've got … twenty minutes, tops.

Also, I know this isn't the last we'll be talking about Vaughn and his cam girls. I might've been one myself, if I hadn't already been burned, if I didn't already know better.

“Let's defile Mr. Vaughn's office,” Hael suggests, and then he leans forward, those honey-brown eyes of his glittering with mischief. “You want to go first? I'm dying to see what tough-as-nails Bernadette Blackbird looks like when she's getting proper head.”

I wrinkle my nose, but my palms are sweating, and the thrill of being in here when I know it would infuriate Vaughn is almost as alluring as the prospect of Hael on his knees. Wow. Where did that thought come from? I'm supposed to be Havoc's plaything, right?

“I'll go first,” I agree, and Hael slides off the chair and onto his knees, gesturing at the vacated seat with an inked hand.

“Ladies first.” I kick off my heels and sit down as he turns to face me, flicking the button on my leather pants and curling his fingers under the waistband. “Leather pants, man's conundrum. Makes a woman's ass irresistible, but also a pain in my ass when it comes to getting them off.” He starts to peel the fabric down my hips as my heart thunders in my chest.

“Don't tell me Brittany often wears leather pants,” I say with a bit of a curl to my lip. I have no idea why I bring up the peppy cheerleader that Hael's been dating, but he doesn't seem to mind. In fact, his cocksure grin gets a little crueler, a little sharper, and I realize that maybe while I was using him yesterday to punish Vic, he was punishing Brittany.

“Not frequently,” Hael agrees, tearing my pants off and slinging them over his shoulder. He parts my knees and then leans in, running that wicked hot tongue up my inner thigh. My hands curl around the ends of the arm rests, and I find myself staring up at the drop ceiling above our heads. “Look at me,” Hael commands, just like he did yesterday.

My gaze drops to his, and I realize that even in this position, I'm not in charge. He is. And it pisses me off. But then he slides his thumb up the crotch of my underwear, and I can't find the energy to be angry. Instead, my skin gets hot and a bead of sweat trails down between my breasts as Hael leans in and presses his mouth against my core in a naughty kiss.

“Eighteen minutes,” I remind him, and he laughs, yanking the panties to the side with two fingers and tasting me between the thighs the same way he tasted my tits yesterday. A sharp exhale escapes me as I grab hold of his bright red hair and pull him closer, encouraging him to move faster. Straight ahead of me, I can see the clock on the wall ticking down the seconds.

Hael's tongue dances a wicked little jig against my body as he slides his left hand under my right thigh, gripping my ass and squeezing hard. He waits until I'm trembling before he finally pays any attention to my clit. The tip of his tongue flicks across it at the same moment he enters me with two fingers, curving them against my aching insides and drawing a climax from me that's like magic. One-part skill, two-parts the thrill that we might get caught.

“Five minutes left,” he says, smirking at me and running his tattooed arm across his mouth. Hael chucks my leather pants at me in challenge. “How good are you, Blackbird?”

“Better than you,” I mock, but Hael gives that braying laugh of his, like he doesn't believe that for shit. I guess, seeing as he gave me an orgasm in thirteen minutes, he can act like that. I struggle into my pants, slip my heels back on, and then turn to find him already situated in the chair.

Hael occupies it like he’s the king of the school, one elbow on the armrest, inked fingers resting beneath his chin. His smirk is lazy and self-assured, his posture dripping arrogance, and his gaze flaming with heat. With those sexy bedroom eyes of his, and that sweet coconut smell, he’s practically irresistible.

Dropping to my knees, I tear the button on his jeans open and look up at him, freeing his cock and feeling my breath catch in my throat. Better than you, I said, but really, that's a load of crap. I barely know what I'm doing.

My hand wraps the base of Hael's cock while he threads tattooed fingers in my hair, guiding my mouth to exactly where he wants it. My dark purple lipstick is gonna stain, but maybe that's what he wants? I don't worry about it as I take the head between my lips and slide forward, enveloping his hard shaft in the heat of my mouth.

The groan that escapes Hael’s lips makes my already over-excited body tingle as I swirl my tongue around the tip and feel his hips buck up off the chair.

“I won't lie, I've wondered what your mouth might feel like,” he says, his fingers pressing a little firmer against the back of my head, encouraging me to go faster, take him deeper. “I used to grill Aaron about it.”

I ignore him, working him with my lips and tongue, wondering how many minutes we have left. We must have at least three, right? My right hand grips the base of Hael’s dick while my tongue does most of the hard work, swirling around him and working these deeply satisfying groans from his throat. He helps me along, hips bucking up off the chair to create more of that wet, hot friction.

I’m so into it, I consider reaching down to stroke myself through my pants when I hear the sound of a key in a lock and start to pull back.

“No, wait, I’m almost there, baby.” Hael holds me still as he groans, thrusting up into my mouth and coming hard before I get a chance to pull away.

“What the hell is this?” A startled male voice snaps the wild tension in the room as I struggle to swallow and wipe my lips at the same time. Hael is buttoning up his jeans like he doesn't give a shit and standing up. I turn to follow his stare and find Principal Vaughn, red-faced and shaking with one hand on the doorknob of his office. “I let you off easy last week, but we're looking at expulsion for something like this.”

“Hello Vaughn,” Hael says, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a flash drive. He tucks it into the front pocket of the principal's white button-up shirt and smiles. “Take a look at what's on that drive, and then get back to us with your plans.” Hael turns and offers up an inked hand for me to take. I do, narrowing my eyes on him, my heart beating so fast I feel dizzy. But I meet Principal Vaughn's wide-eyed stare head-on. I hate this man for so many reasons, the least of which is that, when I came to him with allegations about my stepfather, he went and called the Thing personally.

Invited him to pick me up.

Called me a liar.

Called my sister a whore.

I'm shaking with rage now as Hael drags me a step forward, and then pauses to put his hand on Vaughn's left shoulder.

“Watch the videos and decide how you want to repent. Maybe next time it won't be just your car that we blow up.”

Hael yanks me out the door and into the hallway, shoving me into the cinder block wall and leaning over me. His mouth hits mine before I can even think to turn away, searing through the haze of anger and leaving me panting.

“I wanted to see what I'd taste like on your lips,” he says, and then he laughs again and pushes off the wall, disappearing down the hallway toward his next class. Everyone's staring at us, but it doesn't matter.

At Prescott High, everyone knows … you don't mess with Havoc.