Piper’s POV

“Get up. Both of you. Now.”

The principal’s voice is pure ice. His daughter stands beside him, eyes huge, mouth open. The flashlight beam does not move. My dress is still shoved up around my waist. Mr. Wilson’s cock is still pressed right against my bare entrance, slick and hard and one breath away from being inside me. The entire theater keeps fucking around us like nothing is happening, wet sounds and moans rolling on, but the light makes our little corner feel like the only place left in the world.

Mr. Wilson’s hands tighten on my hips. I feel the fury in him, the sharp edge of...