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I stick my tongue out, and Declan rubs that cock on it before he wraps my ponytail around his fist, and shoves himself down my throat. He thrusts violently into my mouth, catching himself with one hand on the banister, his hold the only thing that keeps the back of my head from knocking against it. My throat swells, and tears fill my eyes, which the bastard seems to love. Streams of cum hit the back of my throat. He empties himself inside it like it’s his fucking birth right.
With a growl, he yanks me up by my hair, his eyes searching mine with a fire that would scare anyone.
Even me. But I still invite it in. I want it to burn me.
Before I know it, he plunges into a kiss, his tongue ravishing my mouth. He kisses me long and hard, until I can’t breathe anymore, and even then, he only gives me a few seconds to catch my breath, and then he kisses me again. When he finally rests his forehead against mine, his hand slipping from my hair to caress its way down my back, it’s like a new world has opened up for the both of us. One that leads down to places where our wounds and vulnerabilities lay open for each other.
If we only dared go down that path.
“You’re mine, Mia Rogers,” he purrs dangerously, his breath hot against my face. You have no fucking idea what you’ve gotten yourself into. You’ll always be mine, and I’ll never, ever–” he holds me harder at that word, “–ever let you go.”
I search his eyes for moments, hypnotized. I never dared hope I’d ever experience this man staring at me like this. Like I’m the only thing worth staring at in the world.
He only releases me to raise the upper part of my corset over my tits again, and flap my skirt back in place. He even pulls at the hem, as if wanting to make it longer. As if he suddenly doesn’t want other people to see me like this. So maybe this is the best moment to speak up.
“That footage,” I say as he tucks himself back in. “You will keep it to yourself, right?”
“Of course,” he says.
I don’t know if I believe him.
He produces a key that he uses to lock up the room behind us, then he wraps an arm around my neck and leads me down the stairs, into the raging party. I go along with it, not sure what he’s doing at first until people start moving out of our way. Most of them are drunk, high or flushed from all the sex they’ve had, but they seem to snap back to themselves as they realizetheDeclan Santori is prancing among them with a girl.
He’s never been seen with anyone before. I should know. He fucked many girls–hell, I heard there’s a waiting list for him–but he’s never taken one seriously. All a girl can get from him is his name on her body count list at the most, which is probably why so many of them watch me with murderous eyes, the mascara and lipstick smeared over their faces from all the cock they’ve taken. These frat parties end up in orgies more often than not, and they all knew that the second they stepped in here. No one has ever left these parties with a boyfriend, not since hook-up culture surged, and I’m pretty damn sure that isn’t what this is between Declan and me. It’s not the point he’s trying to make, but still. It’s more than any of the frat boys have ever done for a girl, let alone him, the most popular and feared of them all.
The bass thumps in my ears, people spilling from the living room onto the porch and the front lawn, Declan displaying me to all of them as he walks with me through the crowd towards the garage, where his SUV is waiting.
Declan Santori is the only son of a big trust fund owner and his heiress wife, so I shouldn’t be surprised at the sleek black jewel he drives. The car hums to life, the sound vibrating through me. I want to say something witty to make it look like I still have a personality, like calling him a spoiled brat or something, but his eyes rest on my legs. On the bruise that the slap of his leather strap has left on my thigh, under my torn fishnets. Reminding me how I look. Bitterness gathers in my mouth as I understand what he was doing when he displayed me to everyone at the party like that.
As the car races down the road, the wet asphalt glistening in the headlights, I can’t hold it back anymore.
“Now everybody knows that I’m your slut,” I say between my teeth. I motion to myself in the leather seat up and down. “My smudged makeup, the choker, the torn fishnets.” I pause only to swallow down the bitter truth like sucking on a piece of lemon. “Everyone could see that you’d used me, and that’s exactly what you wanted.”
He glances at me with a wicked smirk in the corner of those beautiful lips, where his charming smile was at the beginning of the night.
“You’re a good observer.”
My lips press into a line so that I keep from crying out in frustration. For a moment I actually hoped, like a complete idiot, that something connected us. That moment when our foreheads touched and rested against each other, I thought there was something special there. I snort to myself. Delusional bitch. My head spins as it wraps around what I know is my first big life lesson. And things are gonna get worse, much worse, if I stay around him.
He radiates such danger next to me in the driver’s seat, the white shirt molding to hard muscles, his hands that could punch a man senseless wrapped around the wheel, that I decide not to spit my poison in his face just yet. But I will. This man is going to break my heart sooner or later, and the only weapon I have against that is breaking up with him first–if breaking up is even something that applies to our...thing. He made it clear he wants to make it long term, but there’s no way I can go along with that without losing my heart in the process.
So I decide to put a stop to it before it even starts.
Finally, he pulls up at the curb of my dorm. I take a deep breath, looking at the scattered lights that are still on. Now more people are going to witness me getting out of his car, looking like this, and they’re going to know exactly what happened. He doesn’t need to have that footage make the rounds, this will do the trick.
“I think we should stop here,” I say, my voice breaking.
He doesn’t reply, but his energy fills the space like the shadow of a demon. I can feel his anger rippling through the quantum field between us. I keep my eyes out the tinted window, the first raindrops splashing against it. God, I’m so desperate to avoid his gaze. It takes effort just to keep my breath even, let alone keep my whole self together. It takes a few moments for me to realize my mistake–if I walk out of his car without explaining what I mean, he can go on acting like he owns me tomorrow because I wasn’t clear enough tonight. He’s not going to ask for clarifications either, so it’s on me to go on.
“Tonight was...” I can’t say great, because it would sound stupid. It was much more than that. “Well, it sure was something I will never forget. But I don’t think we should go on. You made your point, you punished me for snapping pictures of you naked without your permission. Now you practically have my life in your hands with that footage. We’re even, let’s call it that.”
He grabs my jaw and guides my face back to meet his eyes. Those narrow, bewitching eyes that bore into mine, looking like he’s about to eat me alive. A second later there it is, that seductive smile lifting up the corners of his lips that have been on my pussy less than an hour ago. Damn, I’m melting all over.
“Tonight, you had your first orgasms, Mia. Many of them, one after the other. You loved coming all over my fingers, my mouth, my dick.” His grip on my jaw tightens, not painful, but demanding, while his eyes drop down to my lips. His thumb brushes gently over them. “If you think I’m ever going to let another guy have this mouth,” his other hand pushes between my clenched thighs, cupping my pussy hard, very much in contrast to the gentleness he applies to my mouth, or to his velvety tone of voice as he continues, “or inside this pussy, you’re delusional.” He licks his lips, his eyes burning.
I tremble in my seat, and not because of how nervous he makes me, but because of the pleasure all of this sends through my body. He bends down and kisses me on the lips, gently, purring from his chest like he’s doing his best to hold back and not go savage on me the way he did back at the frat house. His hand moves between my legs, stroking my over-sensitive nub under my skirt, now that my panties are gone.
“I’m gonna have you walk all the way to the dorms with your pussy soaked in your own cum,” he says against my neck as he goes down to kiss it, suckling while his fingers push into my tender pussy, fucking me again.
