ROXANNE's POV
"You amaze me, Ronan, but why have you being pretending all along, or do you just love appearing weak and helpless. I don't know why, but seeing you this feisty and brave makes me want to bend you over and f**k your tight hole," Karl said as he stared at my body with his icy gaze, licking his lips.
"I didn't expect you to be a dumb daydreamer, but dreaming is not a crime. Dreaming about my body might get you killed if you are not careful."
That earns a few chuckles from the crowd. Someone even whistles. But the tension in the air is thick and humming like static before a huge storm.
The instructor's gaze darts between us, his grip tightening around his clipboard. "Karl, he's still Ronan. And we all know your strength. You could hurt him."
Karl's expression doesn't change
