Page 50 of Sinister

“Here, have some more water.” Chaser pushes my glass toward me.

“Have you been tasked to babysit tonight or some shit?”

“I wouldn’t call it babysitting. More along the lines of watching you…closely.” His voice drops into a low suggestive timbre. The mischievous glint in his eyes dancing manically.

I don’t know what to say to him without sounding like an asshole. I don’t need them constantly watching over me, especially when we’re in a room full of Dacre students. Nothing will happen in here. “You’re annoying.”

“You love it.” He clinks his wine to my water glass.

Ignoring him, I scoop up some cake and chew it slowly as I watch the other students mingle in the hall. Most have finished their meal and are now happily enjoying their night while the piano has been replaced with music through the speakers. These gatherings are tedious and as good as they are for meeting new people, I’d rather be in bed with a good book and mug of hot cocoa.

Pushing my chair back, I stand and stretch my legs, figuring I should go find Josephine and catch up with her seeing as I haven’t seen her for a while. As I go to walk around the table, Chaser grabs my hand and stops me.

“Don’t go outside without one of us.”

“I won’t.” I raise an eyebrow at him, confused as to why all of a sudden he’s so worried about me being outside on my own. Striding away, with my gown billowing behind me, I glance back to see Rome and Alistair missing from the table.

I zigzag through the tables and chairs searching for Josephine but I don’t see her anywhere. Deciding I need to use the ladies room, I head down the side passage toward the toilets and am thankful there isn’t a long line.

After finishing peeing, I make sure I’m far enough away from the toilet before I let go of my gown, so it doesn't hit the toilet bowl and exit the cubicle. Of course my luck is that Charlotte is at the mirror fixing up her already perfect lipstick.

“You know, I’m not your enemy or your competition.” I say as I move to the basins.

She turns slowly and stares at me like how dare I speak to her in public. Her rotten gaze snakes over me and the scowl on her face doesn’t match her hair. “I know you’re no competition. I got what I wanted and your brother gave it willingly, all night long.” She grins like a liar.

I snort in amusement as I turn the faucet on to wash my hands. The icy chill of the tap water doesn’t cool the brewing rage inside me. How fucking dare she spread bullshit lies about who she’s fucking. I know my anger has nothing to do with what she’s telling others and more to do with my sick jealousy of Sin touching her, even though I know it’s not true.

“You look a little green there.” She pops her lipstick back in her pocket and bumps into me as she leaves.

Without thinking, I storm after her, hoping to catch up to her before one of the guys notices. I spot her a few feet ahead getting lost in the crowd of black gowns and I make a beeline ready to yank her perfect hair and stop her in her tracks when I’m abruptly coat hangered around the chest.

“What the hell?” My hands fly up to remove whoever has a tight grip on me.

“Save that rage for my cock, baby.” Rome whispers against the side of my face.

His words and his crushing grip on me has me in a whirlwind of neediness. I hold onto his muscled arm as he walks me back away from my original plan and toward the exit doors. “Where are you dragging me?” I stumble backward into him, his strong hold not allowing me to fall.

“To get thoroughly fucked.” We exit through the doors of the main hall into a dark and quiet room that sits near the entrance.

“Rome.” I grab him and try to stop him from dragging me further into the room.

He growls in frustration at my resistance and in one quick movement, he grips my hips in his hands and throws me over his shoulder.

“Rome,” I squeal as he carries me through the darkened space into another room, kicking the door shut so hard it rattles on its hinges. The dim lights on the walls barely illuminate the room, but I can see that it’s used for more intimate, private functions.

Rome deposits me on the table, grabbing my throat and pushing me flat on my back onto the cold marble. He positions himself between my parted legs and pulls me into his hard dick by yanking me toward him by my throat.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hold onto his hand that’s wrapped tightly around my neck.

His dark gaze roots me to the table and I can see a glint of madness behind his eyes. The usual smokescreen that hides his true character vanishes and shining through the haze is something resembling a starved monster.

“I saw the way you and Sin were eye fucking eachother.” His jaw ticks and his eyes narrow slightly.

Any words I plan on saying die in my throat as I stare at him in bewilderment. His free hand reaches between us and he pulls my panties aside roughly before thrusting three fingers inside me.

“Cat got your tongue?” He thrusts harder and I can feel my core tightening at his aggressiveness.

“We can’t do this here.” I choke out. My heart is jackhammering inside my chest at the thought of someone catching us. He loosens his grip on my throat but his fingers dive deeper inside me, pressing and circling and driving me mad.

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