Page 32 of Sinister

Struggling against me, she tries to free herself from my clutches. “I’m not doing shit.”

“That’s where you’re mistaken. Rules are rules, baby.”

“I don’t follow your rules,” she seethes as she tries to push me away with her free hand.

I grab her other wrist between my fingers and push both of her hands against the door beside her head. “Looks to me you have no choice here.” I lean down and brush my lips against her ear. “You’ll do as I say as long as you’re living here. If I say I want to fill your pussy with my release and then lick you clean, you’ll say yes, sir,” I whisper ever so low against her skin that I feel the heat radiate off her instantly.

She struggles against me but doesn’t say a word.

“If I tell you to get on your knees and suck me until my cum coats your precious little tongue, you’ll say thank you, swallowing every last drop. You don’t get to say no, Mono.”

She stills then and I wonder what torment is going through her head. “Isn’t that what Queen Charlotte is for?” Her words come out rushed and harsh.

“Sounds like someone’s jealous.” I chuckle before I stand back up to full height and tower over her.

Trying to get her arms free, I can feel the sudden anger in her movements, and I know I hit the nail on the head. “Like fuck I am. Let me go, asshole.”

“Does it bother you that Chaser, Rome and I all fuck her sweet pussy as we please. That we use her and not you for our sick fantasies?” I’m loving the jealousy I can feel through her skin as it permeates the small space between us. It’s palpable and I know I can rile her up even further. “All those years of trying to seduce my best friend to fuck you and take your virginity didn’t quite go to plan, now did it? Now he’s here living out his best college years with all the pussy he desires on tap. You were never good enough for him.”

“Too late for that.” Her barely whispered words feather through the air, almost lost in the darkness.

“What the fuck did you say?”

She angles her face up to mine and through the darkness I can see her eyes gleam with I’m not sure what. Defiance maybe. “I said, it’s too fucking late to take my virginity!” She growls at me, her hatred almost chokes her.

I can’t help but chuckle like a lunatic. “As if anyone would be stupid enough to touch you.”

“Fuck you! I fucking hate you!”

“No, you don’t. Let’s be real here, Mono. Your pussy is probably throbbing for me right now.” I wish she could see the grin on my face at this point. “You’re so cute when you’re angry.” Stroking my hand down her cheek, over her jawline and wrapping it around her throat, I squeeze a little warning. “Listen carefully. If you’re found to be in another frat house without your so-called bestie, I’ll personally slit her throat and make you watch. Understand? There are rules, Mono, and you will abide by them or pay the cost.”

She freezes under my restraint, not even bothering to hit at me with her free hand. The pause in her breathing shows me she heard my threat loud and clear. I lean down and grab her wrist, making her flinch.

“What have we here?” I pull her sleeve up to reveal a plastic covered, fresh tattoo.

“Don’t fucking touch me.” She tries to pull her arm out of my grip but I’m too strong for her.

I turn her hand over to reveal what looks like rosary beads wrapped around her delicate wrist. They’re just visible in the darkness, their shadowy coloring making her wrist hauntingly beautiful. “Your permanent cross won’t protect you.” I chuckle darkly and let go of her hand.

“What the fuck do you know, asshole?” She exhales loudly and rubs her fresh tattoo with her hand.

My jaw tightens in irritation at the thought of her getting this permanent ink at another frat house. I allow a beat of silence to pass before I lean down so my lips are near her ear. “Be careful in the dark. Bad things hide where you can’t see them.” Turning on the spot, I leave her leaning against the door before disappearing upstairs.

Chapter seventeen

Monroe

First day of actual college classes and I look like death warmed up. I didn’t sleep a wink last night after the encounter with Sin. His words cut deep, and my jealousy got the better of me. Thinking they’re all sleeping with her and being told they are, are two different realities. The fact Rome never wanted me always made me feel like shit and unattractive. Now, my fucked-up brain has conjured up sick fantasies about the masked guy the other night at the party. How he made me feel special in a sick depraved way. Choosing me out of everyone else, even when I look like I do, and made me feel desired. I know what happened was wrong on all levels, and I know my head is messed up for allowing myself to enjoy his brutal touch, but part of me did enjoy it and I’ve craved it ever since. The discomfort between my legs brings back memories of him breaking me and devouring every inch of me.

I’m up and ready when I hear a loud crash coming from upstairs and of course my mind goes there and I picture all sorts of sexual positions that could make you break furniture. It’s not good for my mental wellbeing, I know, but fuck I can’t help torturing myself. I finish applying the cream to my tattoo, wrap it in plastic, pull my hoodie sleeve over it and grab my bag to get the fuck out of my room before I hear anything else. Locking the door, I hurry down the stairs and pause at the entrance to the large kitchen. There’s a hive of movement as the guys all work together to make breakfast. I’m starving, but the thought of joining them all makes me anxious.

“Don’t just stand there, come and grab some food before one of these pigs eats it all.” A guy with messy blond hair grins at me as he holds up a frying pan of freshly made scrambled eggs.

Tentatively, I make my way toward him as he scoops some eggs onto a plate and I watch in fascination as a few more frat members pile something onto the plate before blond guy hands it to me. “Thanks.” I smile and I’m genuinely thankful for their acceptance of me.

“Come on.” He nods to follow him, I do, and we make our way outside to the table that faces the lake.

Another guy taps the space on the bench seat beside him for me to sit. I’m confused and a little overwhelmed at their friendliness. “I promise I won’t bite.” He winks casually before he continues to shovel eggs into his mouth.

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