Blaze buries his fingers in my hair and pulls. “So, Pandora. Let’s talk about some rules.”
My eyes widen. “Rules?”
“Rules.” Blaze snarls at me. “You do not say a word about this to anyone. You don’t run to the pigs or the school administration. My father practically owns this place.” He glances at Asch. “If Asch or I want your mouth or cunt, you open up and spread wide for us. Got it?”