Page 4 of Broken Secrets

“I’m Silas, What’s a pretty girl like you doing standing here all alone?” Damn you, Olivia, for leaving me here. I’m not a flirt, and I certainly don’t know how to talk to guys. Especially guys like Silas. He’s hot as fuck with those deep blue eyes and dirty blonde hair; that’s long enough for me to run my fingers through.

“Hi, Silas. I’m Dahlia. I’m here with my friend, Olivia. She just went to get us a few drinks, but she’ll be right back,” I say with a flirty smile.

“Oh shit, you must be the Dahlia that Benji was talking about. Olivia is his girl, right?” Ah, fuck my life.

Why was Benji talking about me? Is this some kind of setup between him and Via? I need that drink now!

“That would be me,” I say with a slight tip of my lips. “What did Benji have to say about me?” I ask raising my brow at him.

“Nothing much, just that you were his girl's best friend.” I don’t believe the words coming out of his sexy-as-sin mouth, but I’ll let it go for now. Something about the way he responded leads me to believe he’s not being totally honest about his conversation with Benji.

Just then, I see Via coming around the corner with Benji and two cups in tow. It looks like they found a tag-a-long too. They picked up Olivia’s brother, Oliver, on the way. They are twins, but he’s always been such a creep. We’ve known each other since we were kids, but he gives me weird-as-fuck vibes.

“Look who I found. Got us that punch too,” she says with a look that has me confused. I could have sworn she had this almost tortured kind of look in her eyes, but it was gone in a flash. If I didn’t know my friend any better, I wouldn’t have even realized it was there to begin with.

“I see you’ve met Silas,” Benji pipes up. “We met during football camp.” He thinks he’s slick, giving me a sly look. Meanwhile, Oliver just stands off to the side, watching us and being his creepy self.

“You girls want to dance?” Silas grins.His grin isn’t one of those slimy grins. It’s pretty fucking endearing. It makes him even more adorable.

“Fuck yeah, we do,” Via says with her mask firmly back in place. What the fuck is going on with her?

“Dancing works for me,” I say with a shy smile. I swear, I’m not good at this kind of stuff, but I do love dancing. We head to the makeshift dance floor. It’s swarming, with bodies moving to the beat. Silas turns me around, grabs me by the hips, and pulls me up against his body. At the moment, I don’t mind. It’s time to live a little and have fun. Besides, Olivia and Benji already look like they are humping each other on the dance floor. I guess Oliver is hiding somewhere in a corner too.

“Is this okay?” Silas asks, his soft breath nothing but a whisper against my skin, sending goosebumps trailing down my arms. I slightly nod my head and start swaying to the beat. He pulls me even tighter against him, and I just let go. I let my body roll and sway to the rhythm of the music. Wrapping my arms around his neck and grinding into him, I feel his cock start to thicken. Usually, this would be the moment that I’d run off like a scared little doe, but not tonight. Slowly, his fingers trail along the exposed skin of my stomach, leaving sparks of electricity in their wake.

His touch is soft and gentle, but also so teasing that it sets my blood on fire. His touch is doing crazy things to me. I can only remember feeling this way one other time. But I push that memory as far back as I can. I won’t let them ruin this for me. He presses his lips against the sensitive spot under my ear and slowly starts to suck and kiss, teasing me with his hot, wet tongue. Fuck, this feels so good. I squeeze my thighs together, hoping he doesn’t see just what he’s doing to me. The movement doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Are you aching, baby girl? Because I want to touch this sweet pussy so fucking bad,” he groans, and all I can do is shake my head. Fuck yes, I’m aching. My clit is pulsing to the beat of the music. Slowly, he moves his hand beneath the waistband of my pants and into my panties. I know what he’s found when I hear him groan.

“Are you soaked for me?” he asks, nipping the shell of my ear. I am fucking dripping for him. I’ve never been interested in putting on a show, but right now, I don’t give a fuck. He moves his fingers down to my clit, rubbing tight circles as he goes. I continue grinding up against his hard dick, and the next thing I know, he’s thrusting two fingers deep into my core. A loud moan tears out of my throat. This man knows what he’s doing. There are most definitely eyes on me, but at this moment, I don’t give a shit. At this point, I’m too far gone for my own good. He continues his onslaught, thrusting in and out while pressing his thumb against my clit, rubbing and flicking back and forth. He’s fucking torturing me, and I’m here for it. Feeling those oh-so-familiar butterflies taking over my lower stomach, I know it won’t be long.

With the beat of the bass bumping through the house, my orgasm hits, taking me by surprise at how quickly he made me cum. Black spots dot my vision, and it feels like I’m floating. Our chests are heaving, and I know he is extremely turned on by what he just did to me. Leaning my head back against his chest, he slowly pulls his fingers out of my panties, pulling them up to his mouth and sucking his fingers clean. Leaning down, he turns my head up towards his and presses his lips against mine. I deepen the kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. He groans again, and I slowly pull my mouth away from his. He looks down at me, smiling.

“You taste so good, baby girl. That’s a flavor that I could quickly become addicted to.” Smiling shyly at him, I turn my head back to face the crowd. And what I see has me feeling like a bucket of ice-cold water has just been thrown on my overheated body. Two sets of familiar, bright sea-foam green eyes are staring right at me while sitting on a couch in the corner. But it’s not with the love and adoration that they used to show. No, it’s hate and disgust. They don’t look like the same boys I used to know. What the fuck are they even doing here?

I don’t know what the hell I ever did to them. All I know is that my ass is about to run out of this house like it’s on fire. Five years! It’s been five long years since I’ve seen the guys in person. I still don’t know why they left all those years ago without a word. Because of their family in the area, I knew there was a possibility that I would see them around one of these days, but I didn’t expect that to happen tonight. And holy shit, they just saw Silas finger fucking me on the dance floor.

OH-MY-GOD, I am mortified, and to top it off, I’ve never even done that before.

Olivia and Benji must have disappeared at some point because I don’t see them anywhere. Just my luck because she was my ride.

Leaning into Silas, I murmur in his ear, “Silas, I need to leave.” He nods and takes my sweaty hand.

“Let’s get you out of here, Pretty Girl.” He is so freaking sweet. I’d be lucky to have a guy like him on my arm. He links his fingers with mine and leads me out of the house. Looking back over my shoulder, I see the guys glaring at me, or maybe they are glaring at Silas. Honestly, I can’t be sure. I screwed up tonight. My head is spinning. Between the drinks, Silas, and the guys, there is an impending feeling of doom twisting my stomach into knots.

If Crew and Vale are anything like the boys I grew up with, then shit is about to get real. They never let anyone touch me then, and I doubt things have changed. What were you thinking, Dahlia? You’re never this impulsive. You always think things through before you react. If Silas has noticed my sweaty palms, he hasn’t said anything. And if he saw the way the DeLuca boys were staring at me, he hasn’t said anything about that either. It feels like my heart is about to beat out of my chest. I can feel sweat trailing down the length of my spine. This isn’t the end. I know that deep down in my soul. It’s just the beginning, but of what I am unsure. All I know is that it can’t be good. One way or another, there will be hell to pay.

Chapter 5

Vale

Never in a million years did we expect to see Dahlia at a party in our own damn house. Fuck, I don’t even know what she’s doing near the villas or this close to campus, for that matter. After we moved away five years ago, I never expected to see her again. Crew and I just wanted to throw a big ass house party tonight so we could find a couple of bitches to suck our dicks. It’s not hard to do. These college girls are always thirsty for our cocks.

We had been sitting on the couch for about thirty minutes, checking out the girls. Then Dahlia popped up. Seeing my Little Lemon just ruined the mood. She let that piece of shit, Silas, touch her in front of everyone on the dance floor. She let him touch what should've been mine, ours. The face she makes when she cums is so fucking sexy. What I wouldn’t give to have her pretty pink pussy spread out before me. I’m a starving man, and there’s no doubt that I would eat her tight cunt until she passed the fuck out.

When our eyes met, I could see the longing there. My Little Lemon missed us. But we aren’t the same boys that we were back then. She saw the disgust in our eyes because she took off with that asshole. One of us should have thrown her over our damn shoulder and carried her out of the house. Her time will come though; there is no doubt in my mind, sooner rather than later too. That little piss ant, Silas is dead. He just signed his death certificate. Fuck! I can’t deal with this shit right now, and I know Crew can’t either. Now that she’s in our sights, we won’t be letting her go.

“Hey man, you want to get out of here?” I asked my brother quietly. We don’t want all these punk-ass bitches to hear what we’re talking about. Crew is probably taking it hard seeing Dahlia like that.

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