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I close my thighs, but rough hands pull them apart. I look up, confused, to see Kirill staring at where he’s come all over me.
“So hot,” he murmurs. “You’re covered in me. I’d bet you’d look amazing covered in all three of us.”
His words light a new fire in me, but I shake my head. This is all too much. I need to clean up.
“Do you have a tissue?” I ask.
“No, Duchess. I have nothing. You leave me there. Coating you. Pull your panties back up and go on back to college like a good girl. A good girl covered in Kirill.”
Oh, fuck, he’s deranged.
“You know only serial killers talk about themselves in the third person,” I snap. “I need to clean up.”
“You’re so funny, Duchess,” he says with a laugh. “I suppose you can use the leaves. Or…you could pull up your panties like a good girl. It would make me so hot to imagine you going about your day with my cum coating your pussy.” He thinks for a moment. “The only thing that would be hotter was if I’d fucked you, so you’d be carrying my cum around deep inside you. I like the idea of leaving my seed in you.”
His phone goes off, and he ignores it. The ringing ends and, horrified at myself, but not wanting to use the leaves, I pull my panties up, and my leggings. I’ll take a shower when I get back.
His phone rings again, and he swears as he takes it out of his pocket. His face pales, and if I didn’t know better, I’d say fear crosses his features.
“Duchess, I must take this call.” He lifts my hand and kisses the back of it. “Thank you for an amazing time. If you ever want more, you can find me here. I come here most days around this time.”
Then he’s gone.
Jogging through the woods, Kirill doesn’t look back once.
Chapter 26
Mackenzie
I don’t want anyone to see me as I sneak back to my room. I know my makeup is halfway down my face, and I must stink of Kirill’s cum. The makeup I can put down to my run, but I definitely can’t blame the smell of sex on exercise.
I’m relieved to make it back without anyone spotting me. I check the door is shut and locked, but then I remember how I’ve found Dom in my room. I grab the chair from my desk, drag it across the floor, and wedge it under the door handle. My mom won’t be happy about me barricading myself in because she won’t be able to get to me if I were to have another episode, but right now I need that peace of mind.
I’m shocked at myself for how I’ve just acted. I don’t know what’s happened to me since I’ve arrived here.
But then I shake my head. It’s not as though I was little miss innocent to start with. While on some level these guys are far more twisted than me, I can’t pretend I haven’t already made some seriously bad choices when it comes to my love life.
How would Dom react to the knowledge that the man who took my V-card was so much older and more experienced, and when he tried to push me too far, I stabbed a pen in the side of his neck? How would he react to that? Would he be freaked out? Intimidated, even?
Or would he be jealous? Impressed?
I push the idea away. Why the hell would I want to make Dom jealous or try to impress him? I don’t want to make Dom anything, and I need to stop my thoughts going that way. This is all a million kinds of fucked up.
Kirill is bound to tell him what happened between us, though. How is Dom going to take it? Fuck, how is Tino? Kirill said he’d keep it to himself, but now the promise of an orgasm is off the table, I believe him about as much as I’d believe him if he said the world was ending tomorrow.
Maybe it would be better if it was.
My face burns, and I inwardly cringe.
What the hell have I done?
I strip off my sticky clothes and dump them in the hamper. There’s staff here who’ll take care of them, but I’m mortified at the thought. There must be a laundry room somewhere at Verona Falls for all the other students. I’m determined to find it.
I turn on the shower and get the water as hot as I can stand it, then climb beneath the spray. It’s not only my body I want to wash off—it’s also my shame. I tell myself I have nothing to feel shameful for. I am a young, single woman, and my body is my own, and I can share it with whomever I like, but still, I struggle.
Is it because it was Kirill I was with? Or is it because I’ve also been with his friend? Or it is because of the way he left me, jogging off into the woods without even a backward glance, leaving me to make my way back alone, still dripping with his cum?
Yes, I think that’s probably at the heart of it.
