Page 25 of Vicious Kings

My finger traces the curve of the light as I consider my few options. Prof. Tyler assigned another anthology for English class, and all I can think about is how much that book will cost. Another book is going to blow my savings. I haven’t posted on my channel since Monarch. I didn’t need to over the summer. Now I wish I had.

I have to do it.

I close the curtains, lock the door, and weigh pushing my chair against the doorknob. The doubles have heavy dressers, which would’ve been perfect, but the singles are so small that an extra piece of furniture won’t fit.

The paranoia has to stop. No one can come in unless they have the key. I start taking off my clothes and carefully drape them over the chair. I don’t want to be caught, but the naughtiness sends a thrill through me. I strip down to nothing, tossing my underwear on top of the pile of clothes, and put on my short robe.

If I angle the laptop toward the foot of the bed, my head won’t be in the shot. I already experimented late one night when I couldn’t sleep. I slip my robe off and try to relax, but every time I hear a noise out in the hallway, I tense.

It’s either this or a job in town. I can wear a uniform and wait on Wren, Prisha, and Tracey while they giggle at me behind their menus. It’s worse than Monarch to have my equals know that I’m less than them. I lie down, take a deep breath, and place my hands between my legs. After a few minutes, I stop because it’s not working.

There’s a tap on my door, and I leap off the bed, covering myself with my robe. My skin is covered in gooseflesh as I hurry to tie the robe shut. The person knocks again, and I hesitate to answer until I hear Asher’s voice.

“Charlotte, are you in there?” he asks, “I want to talk. Just talk.”

When I open the door a crack, he walks in but stops when he sees the ring casting a bright light on my bed. Asher shuts the door and stares at me stubbornly.

I stand there stupidly, holding the top of my robe shut. It’s obvious what I was doing.

He presses his lips together then speaks. “I want to know if you’re going to the midnight party at Alpha.”

“Another party?” I ask, moving slowly toward the chair.

“To celebrate our last exam and the parents leaving.” He scowls. “I thought I told you…”

He thought he told me?I hold up my hand up to his face to stop his mouth. “Don’t make me feel bad. You know I need the money for books. Don’t you?”

He looks confused. “Sure. I thought maybe we could share it.”

“So you can read it while I blow you?” I lock the door again. “You want to help?” I don’t wait for his answer. “Then make sure no one barges in.” I turn my back to him, and slowly, I lower my robe off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. He’s never seen me completely naked before. I’ve always had something on. I wait, letting him get a good look at me. I kick my robe away and lay just the sheet down on my narrow bed.

The desk chair scrapes against the wood floor as Asher pushes it against the door. He’s across the room, watching me, but the space is so tiny, he could lean over and touch my bed.

My coldness is only a shell, and my legs tremble when I part them. I glance over to see if the laptop is recording, and I move into it slower this time. I place my hands on my breasts and pretend Asher isn’t there though I can hear his ragged breathing. My fingers toy with my nipples until they’re stiff and aching. My mouth parts, letting out a small gasp as tremors start to shake my thighs. My hips rise as I gasp again while the wetness shines between my thighs.

I hear him move, and when I glance over, his hand is rubbing the huge bulge in his jeans. I gaze into his heavy eyes as I trace my fingers over my nervous belly. My hand inches slowly over my curves, and I grind my hips against the bed as he watches me. I shaved, and my pussy is still smooth as my fingers part my wet folds. I moan deep in my throat as my finger glides over me.

“I want your tight pussy,” he whispers, “Will you let me take it?”

I turn my face away, confident that Asher won’t dare move with my laptop recording. At least, I hope he won’t. He’s overly concerned about the risk of detection. Maybe he won’t want to be seen on video. The realization releases me as I plunge my finger in between my legs.

His breathing picks up. “I could make you cum so hard.”

He could, but that’s not what I want. Asher has to stay out of view if he doesn’t want to be seen. I have him trapped in my secret. He can’t touch me. He’s forced to watch, and this is how I’ll get a little revenge. My stomach clenches as I add another finger and drive them deep over and over until they’re soaked. I pull them out and trail my wet fingertips against my skin, leaving a line.

I open my eyes and watch as his knuckles turn white, gripping the chair. I open my mouth and put my fingers in, sucking them as if they were his hard dick. His eyes flutter shut as he hunches his shoulders, his hard-on raging in his pants. I reach down with my other hand and stroke my swollen clit in fast circles. Short movements send jolts through my bent thighs until they quiver.

I put on a show that becomes real, and my skin heats on the small bed. My body responds to his presence. I keep wiggling and turning my hips so he can see me completely exposed. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and imagine us together for the first time again. Before it all went to hell. His hard cock was deep in my mouth, stretching my lips apart. The heat sent waves off his body and warmed my skin. And his fingers tugged on my hair to force me closer.

I shiver, remembering what happened next.

I hate him, but desire has chained me to him, and Asher knows me better than my only friend. Is that it? Is that why I keep him near? Because I can be what I really am with him?

A jolt in my pussy makes my muscles seize around my fingers. And I fist the sheets with my free hand. I stare at him, and his eyes are hazy with want, but he stays seated in the chair. His cock tents his pants, moving hard against the seams. And, moaning, I push my fingers in deeper.

“Turn it off,” he growls.

But I ignore Asher. He won’t dare move from that spot. He doesn’t want to be caught on video wanting and needing the girl he hates.

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