“Win?” It was the first thing I said since I realized something was horribly wrong.
“Ourwin,” Onyx corrected his friend as he walked past me.
“Knew you wouldn’t lose and let me down,” Asshole said with glee.
Onyx glanced back at me. “It was easy,” he told him, and his tone, the words, the look, all of it made me see red.
Their words had penetrated. I was a bet.
Lurching forward, I grabbed Onyx’s arm and hauled him backward into my dorm room. He stumbled and, as he turned to look at me in surprise, I sent a right hook flying toward him, connecting right on his jaw, knocking him back into his dickhead friend, who laughed loudly at the fact I’d hit him.
My fist came up for a follow-through punch, but suddenly, Onyx was in front of me and furious as he caught my fist. “Nuh-uh, bitch,” he growled. “Don’t be a cunt,” he said as he twisted my arm and spun me, so my back was to his chest. “We fucked, it was good, don’t deny it. I was there as you creamed all over my cock. Your entire dorm heard you screaming for more.” His hold tightened as I squirmed to get out of it. “You got a night you won’t forget, and Coop and I got a win. Weallwin. Now calm down. It’s over.” His hold tightened, making me whimper.
“Get your hands off me,” I bit out, and I could feel the tears building.
“I won’t ever touch you again,” he whispered in my ear as he bit my lobe painfully before letting me go. “Unless you ask me.”
“See you around,” Cooper called as they left, and I could hear their laughter as they walked down my dorm corridor.
Closing the door and locking it, I walked over to the couch and started to cry. It had been nothing but a bet, and I’d fallenfor it. I had let him into my room, my bed, my body, believing that there was a connection, and all there had been was his desire to prove a point.
I felt like a fool, and it hurt. It hurt so bad because I had genuinely thought he was a decent guy. I had no expectations of him this morning. I was twenty-two years old. I knew how one-night stands worked, but I hadn’t thought he would be so callous.
So cold.
And I hadn’t expected it to hurt this much.
Wiping my eyes, I went to the bathroom and saw the marks on my neck, the evidence of his bite on my shoulder. I looked like I’d had a great kinky night. And I had. This morning when I woke up, I had felt no shame. It had been good, hot, consensual sex. Now I felt cheap and used.
Which pissed me off.
He had no right to make me feel like this. I’d done nothing wrong. I enjoyed sex; I’d enjoyedhiskind of sex. Fuck him. I was a bet? Well, he was the only loser this morning, him and his twisted friend.
Stripping, I took a long shower, and when Chrissy came home later that morning, I told her everything. I wasn’t ashamed, I just knew I had to explain the marks.
Chrissy had been volcanic in her anger, and I actually feared for some of the Devils. The knock on the door halted us both as we argued over whether she could beat them up with their own baseball bats.
Sharing a look, we both went to the door and opened it.
Jeremy Pittman stood in the hallway, and he immediately raised his hands in defense. “I come in peace,” he said quickly.
Chrissy stepped in front of me, her tiny body dwarfed by the football player in front of her. “Leave now before you leave in pieces.”
I snort-laughed at the preposterousness of her statement. The guy was big enough to step on her and not notice. Jeremy grinned but tried to hide it when she growled at him. She legitgrowledat him. I fucking loved this girl.
“Fuck off,” she snapped.
“Angel?” Jeremy asked as he looked over her head at me.
“Two minutes,” I told him, and I pulled my tiny friend into the dorm with me.
Jeremy swallowed the whole room, but he didn’t look around, he didn’t judge, and he kept eye contact with me. “It’s my fault,” he told me. “I’m really sorry, Angel.” He shoved his hands in his pockets.
“How? And why are they calling me vampire?”
His dark skin flushed as he broke eye contact for the first time. “Shit, that’s me too. You’re white—”
“You have a problem with skin color?” Chrissy demanded.
