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I nod, unable to form a coherent thought let alone speak silly little words. He grips the silk of my dress tightly in one hand, lifting it up and over my stomach, using the same hand to angle my leg up to meet his cock which rubs against my entrance. He grabs my waist with his other hand and in one quick thrust enters me, making me cry out in painful pleasure.
“Shit, yes, Sebastian, fuck, yes.” I rip open the rest of his shirt, wrapping my hands around his back under his shirt, trying to grip on for dear life. My tits, which are free since this dress gave me no room to wear a bra, I fuck him back and forth as his dick continues to slam into me. He releases his hold on my waist, wrapping his right hand around my neck, squeezing as he fucks me relentlessly. I gasp for air, his grip around my neck restricting the oxygen flowing through me, asphyxiating me, my lungs burning with the need for air, but my need to come is much more important. Somehow my fucked-up mind needs the choking, breath play intensifying my orgasm.
I try to scream, clawing my nails against his back to let him know that I’m ready, I need to come and I’m just about to do so when he releases into me causing a domino effect of emotions as my orgasm ripples through me with such force it threatens to make me pass out.
“Fuck, come with me baby.”
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How is one supposed to recover from what just occurred in the service elevator? How am I supposed to stand here, in the middle of a room filled with my classmates, which by the way hate me and everything I represent, after what I just did. To mingle and dance amongst these pretentious high schoolers, pretending my mind wasn’t just fucking blown by their king. The girls gawking at me and hissing like the snakes they are when I walk by, the guys with jaws hung open, drooling as they admire my figure in the curve-hugging dress, wishing it was their arm I walked on.
Of course as soon as he looks their way, their gazes hit the floor, turning away from him in case his stone-gray eyes turn them to stone for staring at his girlfriend. Just the thought of being his sends me under another hypnosis, envisioning how fucking good he felt inside of me. It feels too good, I don’t ever want to stop. Worst of all, I don’t think I can.
I begged Sebastian to take me home, to drag my ass back to his beach house and fuck me over every surface, in every room, in the middle of the fucking ocean if need be. However, here I am waiting for the bitch to arrive.
“Here she comes,” Scarlett squeals, clapping her hands giddily beside me. She looks like a real-life mermaid in her red lace dress which perfectly hugs the curves of her waist before flaring out mid-knee into a skirt of black tulle. Her black hair is slick straight down her back, and on her lips the same dark blood red color of the dress. “Is it wrong that I’m this fucking excited to see the look on her face when she sees you on Bass’s arm.”
“Babe, play nice,” Ace groans, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing the crook of her neck.
“Well I’m fucking sick to my stomach from just the thought.” I lean my elbows against the cocktail table we’re standing by trying my hardest not to look toward the entrance. I know Kinsley will be walking through any moment now. I feel Bass’s hand on my lower back, rubbing softly in circular motions trying to calm my nerves.
“So have they arrived?” Ruby asks, appearing behind wearing a stunning gold sequined strapless gown, with Jaxon on her arm. Behind her, Stella, who looks like a fucking princess, walks hand in hand with Drake, both of them looking awfully uncomfortable being here together.
I’m not sure why Drake asked her, but I assume it has something to do with the fact Kai decided to skip out on tonight's festivities. However, according to Scar, Stella and Dragon have been going steady, hanging out quite often, going to parties together, even going as far as flirting in public with each other. Now hand holding in the middle of a school event, the rumor mill is going to be buzzing with fresh gossip once the night is through.
I hear them before I see them, the whole room suddenly goes quiet before erupting in loud shouts and chants. The Queens have arrived, only not in the arms of the kings they have chosen.
“No fucking way,” Ruby shouts out, and she is definitely right. Front and center are the last two people I ever thought I’d see in the same room together, especially not walking into it arm in arm. Carrington Prescott waltzes into the place like she fucking owns it on the arm of none other than my friend, Malachi Saint.
No fucking way. I don’t even pay attention to Kinsley walking in behind them next to Liam, nor Winter on her right with some guy I’ve never seen before, who looks older than her, because I’m still in shock. Immediately I turn to Stella, who despite the fact she’s still holding onto Drake’s hand, is watching them with miserable eyes. She blinks rapidly trying to push away the tears trying to make their appearance, but before I can console her Drake wraps his arm around her kissing her softly on the cheek. I turn back to Kai, who’s watching us, surely seeing what is happening between Stella and Drake if the glower on his face means anything.
“What the hell is he doing here with her?” Scar sneers, and that’s the million-dollar question.
“Beats me, all I know is he better fucking watch his back. Nothing good will come from hanging around the four of them.” Drake adds, grabbing Stella and leading her toward the drink station.
“You think it has anything to do with those two coming together?” I ask Scar, as we watch Stella and Drake walk off together. He’s obviously trying to calm her down, holding her close to his body as she turns back to where Kai and Carrington have now moved to stand. However, I don’t see Kinsley nor Liam beside them anymore.
“You fucking bastard!” Kinsley shouts, suddenly showing up at our table. She’s clearly enraged, her round blue eyes glaring murderously between Bass and me. “You are going to regret standing me up, I promise you that. We’ll see what daddy has to say when I tell him that you're here, with her.”
“Do it Kinsley,” Bass growls, stepping forward and making her cower down in fear. “I fucking dare you. While you’re at it tell him all about how you failed at securing his place at my father’s table. That’s all you were right, a pawn. A chess piece daddy used to try and manipulate me and my father into letting him have a piece of our fortune. I know your dirty little secret Kins, Liam actually helped me uncover it when he went to pick you up. Daddy Carlyle is fucking broke. He gambled away his entire fortune at my father’s casinos and now suddenly he wants to invest in opening another one, the house always wins right?”
I’m stunned by everything Bass is saying, while Kinsley stands there in disbelief never once denying any of it.
“That’s not true, I’m not broke, I can’t be broke. I’m a fucking Carlyle.” The crowd which formed around us begins to snicker, glaring disgustedly at Kinsley, just finding out she has not a dime to her name. It’s like they’ve just discovered she had some deadly contagious disease, the way everyone backs away slowly.
“Try that pathetic little stunt on someone else Kins, I’m not fucking stupid. Jade and I are together now, whether you, your father, or my father like it or not. I couldn’t care less what you and Thomas Carlyle think, and my father, well I’ll deal with him on my own. As for you, you're dead to us, I found my queen, and she is ten times the woman you will ever be.”
Kinsley storms off practically in tears, but no one follows after her. Not Carrington, nor Winter, not even Drea, Alek’s sister, who watches silently from the back. Alek and Beckett show up just as Kins runs off both of them looking back at her silently asking what the fuck just happened.
“What the hell was that about?” Alek asks.
“Kinsley is gone, she doesn’t belong to our group anymore,” Bass states matter-of-fact, all the while here I am standing beside him, wondering if I do.
