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“Dude, I know you’re fucking pissed right now, but you’re aware of the rules. You have to fuck her to mark her. Otherwise, she’s fair game.”
My chest tightened with his words. Shit, I was the dumbass that had put that rule into place at the beginning of the school year since a guy would claim someone to cockblock another member, then change his mind. I shoved my hand through my short hair, the weight of reality nearly choking me.
“Leave the fucking bag over her face and her wrists bound. Put her back in the initiation room—alone.” My hands fisted. “Then find out who fucked up. I’ll deal with them later.”
“Sure thing, boss.” Sterling practically ran out.
Most of the time, I was able to keep my temper, but this fuckup was due to someone thinking with their cock instead of their head, and that shit would get us in trouble and fast.
I stared at the clock on the wall, pacing the office as I figured out what the hell I was going to do with Brie. She was supposed to have left campus this weekend, but she was clearly still here and posing a challenge. For some stupid reason, I thought that one threat would be enough. I’d promised her consequences if she didn’t leave, and this was a perfect opportunity to not only fuck with her body, but also her mind. When I was finished with her, she would be begging me to let her move back to Tennessee. Once she was out of my space, I wouldn’t worry about her blowing my career for me.
Over the next ten minutes, I realized that fate had just knocked on my door and delivered me the perfect gift.
ChapterThirteen
Kane
When I returned to the initiation room, it was empty except for one person. Recognizing her blue shirt, I approached Brie, who knelt in the middle of the floor. The bag was still over her head, and I ripped it off, staring at her. I wanted her to see everything that was about to happen.
Gripping her arm, I jerked her up. She whimpered around the gag in her mouth, and my dick screamed to be let out so it could fuck her in every hole possible. But first …
“You’re not Sasha. You’re Brie Langston. You’re not supposed to be here.”
She glanced at me, bewildered, but Brie knew that she’d completed the questionnaire under someone else’s name. Brie was much calmer than when her hood had first been removed. None of the girls had known they were being kidnapped for us that evening, but every damn one of them had kidnapping on their list. How could we not help their wishes come true? What they didn’t realize was that they would serve us, not just fulfill some sexual fantasy.
A large raised cement slab stood in the corner, and torches now lit the area, casting shadows over the altar. I untied Brie’s hands, scooped her into my arms, and placed her on the cold platform. I hopped up, pinned her down, then spread her arms and restrained them above her head. Once I’d secured her ankles as well, I jumped down. Focusing on her, I tore open her blue shirt, and the little white buttons popped off and bounced on the concrete floor. Reaching into the pocket of my slacks, I removed a pocketknife. Her eyes widened, and she began to shake as I moved it to her chest. I trailed the tip between her breasts, then, with a quick slice, I cut off her bra. The lilac lace shifted away from her tits, exposing her nipples to the cold air.
“You’ve been a very bad girl, Brie. Do you know what happens to naughty girls?” My cock pressed against my pants, begging to be inside her. I was going to have to free it soon, but for now, I wanted to feel the pain. Not only did it fuel my fury toward Brie, but sometimes I craved it with sex.
She muttered against the gag in her mouth, and I laughed as I removed my black cloak. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined that the girl who left me for dead years ago would be spread out and ready for me.
I forcefully unbuttoned her jeans and jerked them down her legs, along with her matching lilac G-string. I untied each leg in order to remove the last of her clothing, then secured her again. I sucked in a breath as I stared at her naked. It had been one thing to watch her sleep and imagine what she looked like beneath her clothes, but this—her.Don’t forget she destroyed you, asshole.
I stepped away, then collected a candle and lit the wick in a torch.
Staring down at her, completely vulnerable and under my power, I watched as the shadows danced across her face. Brie was a perfect example of beauty only being skin deep. Inside, she was manipulative and a liar. Anger jolted through me as dark and jagged memories ripped through my chest. I ground my molars, then dripped the first bit of wax onto her stomach. White drops cooled against her flesh, and she sucked in a breath, pulling on the restraints.
I chanted phrases that hadn’t left my lips in years as I continued the wax play. My heart raced, my breathing erratic and labored as memories roared to life from when I was younger.
Brie’s nostrils flared as she squirmed. I watched her carefully for any recollection of my words in her gaze as I continued. When I reached her pussy, I spread her apart and dipped my fingers in her juices. She was soaked. Little Brie had grown up into a girl that liked pain and fear. It fucking turned her on. My brow rose with the revelation. If that’s what she wanted, then I would happily deliver.
I slapped her core, suddenly needing to turn her over my lap and spank her. Carefully, I set the candle down and blew it out, then removed the gag from her mouth and freed her from the restraints. I hauled her off the altar by her bicep, then practically dragged her behind me as I looked for the chairs that were tucked into the corner. I sat down and glared at her. Not that she could see through my mask, but I was well aware of how much I hated her.
“Bend over my lap.”
She stared at my crotch, her lips parting slightly before she obeyed. My hand slapped her ass cheek, forcing a cry from her. Her body rocked against my legs as I continued, leaving red welts across her creamy flesh.
“Do you know why you’re being disciplined?”
“No,” she whispered.
I parted her thighs and ran my finger over her soaking wet slit. “You’re lying.” Anger clung to my words.
“I’m not.” She sucked in a sharp breath as I eased two fingers inside of her greedy little cunt. She writhed on my lap as I brought her close to release, then stopped and spanked her again. Her cries nearly made me come, but I forced myself to wait.
“How many guys have fucked you?” My throat was tight while I waited for her response. The memories of us together when we were young bombarded my senses, the agony of the loss threatening to jerk my heart out of my body and stomp all over it until it was no longer recognizable.
“Three.”
