Page 22 of Outcast

Chapter 8

When Charlotte and Blake finally left the common room, I turned off the camera and crawled out from under the coffee table on trembling limbs. Each movement of my legs sent pleasure rippling up and down my core. That had been the most erotic experience of my life. I’d dated a few guys and we’d kissed and groped each other over our clothes, but this was something else.

I sat on the floor, leaning my head against a sofa, and gasped out panting breaths. If that had been me kneeling in front of Blake, I would have locked the door and leaned him against the wall. Taken my time and savored the experience. Wrapped my lips around him and drawn out every lick, every caress, every slurp.

I threw back my head and groaned. Now, whenever I saw Blake, I’d remember his caught breath, his thrusting hips, his sexy moans. I was supposed to hate him and his gang of psychopaths who had tampered with my shampoo, made me believe I was going blind, and then hidden all the evidence. Now, I couldn’t stop thinking about Blake in the throes of passion.

It took several moments to regain my composure, but eventually, I pulled myself to my feet and stepped out into the dim hallway. As I took my first steps toward the staircase, strong arms wrapped around my shoulders and waist.

My heart stopped for a beat, making me stiffen, then it exploded into action. I struggled within the man’s grip, breathing in the heady scent of sandalwood… and something else.

Blake’s deep voice murmured, “Did you like what you saw?”

“W-what are you talking about?”

He rubbed his erection against my ass. “I heard your camera.” He nuzzled my neck, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine. “Saw you under that table.”

“I wasn’t—”

He bit down on my ear, making me cry out with desire. “Don’t lie to me. You’re going straight to your room, and you’ll touch yourself, thinking about my cock.”

I clenched my teeth. “It was disgusting.”

He chuckled, low and deep. The rumble went straight to my aching core. “That’s why you’re so aroused.” He pressed his hardness into me with a firm thrust. “You want me. I’ve known it from the moment we met.”

“Y-you’re deluded. I hate you.”

“Then why aren’t you struggling? Why aren’t you screaming for help?” He let go and stepped back.

The loss of his warmth and intoxicating scent hurt, left me feeling doused with ice water, but I pressed my lips together and jerked my head to the side. One glance at that cocky smile, those decadent, dark eyes, and I’d be weak. I ached for him, but I had enough good sense to know that letting Blake seduce me would open up a realm of torment.

“See.” He took a step toward me. “That expression there is suppressed disappointment.”

I turned on my heels and headed back to the stairs. “I’m going.”

He grabbed my arm. “Give me that recording.”

“No.”

In that low, smoky voice he said, “If it’s masturbation material you want—”

“It’s leverage.” I snatched my arm away. He didn’t need to know I had dropped the camera just before the blow job. “If you don’t stop this campaign against me, I’ll show this to Henry.”

Blake shrugged. “He likes an enthusiastic round of fellatio, same as any other chap.”

“But would he appreciate you colluding with a gold digger to ensnare him?” When Blake’s face dropped, victory surged through my chest. “I thought not.”

His lips thinned. “What do you want?”

“For you, Edward, Charlotte and the others to leave me alone. Stop posting on the Mercia-Net about my family, and stop encouraging others to call me names.”

He inclined his head. “I’ll do what I can.”

For the next few days, the triumvirate only glared at me from a distance. Charlotte sneered, and her doppelgängers muttered the occasional, half-hearted insults, but no one approached me. It seemed that my threat had scared Blake into telling his friends to back off.

Even though I saved the footage to the cloud and to a few email accounts, I kept my phone with me everywhere. Slept with it tucked into my bed-sock, took it to the bathroom, and even showered with it at my side. They had access to my room, and I wouldn’t be stupid enough to neglect such a vital piece of leverage.

Battery-operated, motion-detection cameras also arrived that I connected via the internet to a secure network which would push the footage into a cloud server. I set up the cameras to record while we were at classes, meals, and after light’s out, in case the bullies stormed the room in the middle of the night. But so far, the only things that triggered the motion sensitivity were the entry and exit of the matron and her cleaners. It was as if they’d given up.