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What if Camile says I brought this upon myself? She warned me to stay away from the Devils, but I didn’t listen. I thought I was big enough and old enough to handle them. Fuck. I was wrong. Will she say I shouldn’t have led them on? That I was being a prick tease? It’s not like I’ve been telling them no, is it? I’ve made out—heavily—with both Tino and Kirill. They probably think I’m a total slut. No wonder Dom assumed I’d be happy with him going down on me. He probably thought he was offering me a birthday treat.
My core flutters at the thought of Dom’s tongue on me—in me—and him sucking and licking my clit.
That’s the other reason for the shame. Deep down, locked away in a dark filing cabinet in my psyche, I want them. All three of them, and I’m scared of what that makes me.
Dangerously, I allow myself to entertain the possibility for a moment. What if I did just give in? Would life be better if I allowed myself to be theirs? There would be no denying that I’d have some seriously mind-blowing sex. But what then? What would happen when they were bored with me? I’ve already seen what they’re capable of—filming me and sharing the footage.
They don’t want to be with me because they care about me. They know sex makes me vulnerable, and they’re using it as a way to get to me.
It’s working.
Worse, Dom hates me, and I do believe he’d use sex with me as a weapon. Another tool in his arsenal against me.
I can’t give in to it.
“Hey,” Camile drags me out of my dark thoughts, “are you coming to the fight on Wednesday?”
“What fight?”
“South House against West House. This time Kirill is up against Louis Laurant, one of the Vipers.”
“Fight?” I frown.
“Yes.”
“Like the wrestling team?”
She laughs. “More like Fight Club.”
Fight Club? I scrape my brain for where I remember that from. It’s an old nineties movie, right? One where they pit men against each other for the fun of it?
This place is so fucked up. I shudder. “Why would I want to go and watch that?”
Camile shocks me when she grins. “You might enjoy it. There’s something kind of primal watching two hot guys go at it.”
Sometimes, I think my friend isn’t as sweet as she seems. I shake my head. “My stepfather is the dean, or at least will be soon. I could get into trouble.”
Camile’s brow furrows. “Babe, the dean knows all about it. The head of physical fitness and combat training will be there.”
“Combat training?” I feel faint.
What is she talking about? I open my mouth to ask her, but the teacher at the front of the class turns to me, and stares daggers. I close my mouth, not wanting to be picked on in front of the whole group. I’ll ask Camile later.
It turns out I don’t get the chance to as I don’t see her for the next couple of days. We have classes together at the start of the week and the end, but Tuesday and Wednesday we only study together every other week, as the timetable is split.
There’s a large lecture on Wednesday, and she’s there, too, but she’s right at the other end of the hall, and when I try to get to her after the two-hour lecture, she’s already gone.
It’s coming up to seven in the evening on Wednesday when I get the text from Camile.
I type out a response.
She replies quickly.
