Page 60 of Sinister

Me: Coming

Rome: You better not be without me!

Me: Haha

Shoving my phone back in my pocket, I make my way past all the students to my table when I see it, sitting in the center of my notebook. Placed gently down without disturbing any of my things. A paper flower made of cards with burnt edges, each card only has the Spades symbol on it again.

I look around accusingly, my eyes darting around the room to see if anyone is looking back at me. No one is paying me any attention which doesn’t ease the dread in the pit of my stomach. I scan the two upper levels and can’t see anyone looking shady. Anxiety mixed with slight excitement courses through my veins, knowing he is close and watching. It’s like a sick addiction now, wanting him to keep following me and wanting me. His obsession becoming my own high.

Picking up the flower, I twist its wire stem in my fingers, covering them in smoke residue. There’s no note attached this time, it’s just the flower letting me know he’s here somewhere, watching me. Exhilaration washes over me at the thought of him near and I have the unholy need for him to make himself known. To show me just a small part of him so I know he’s real and not just a figment of my imagination.

Packing my things into my bag, I walk out of the library with the flower held firmly in my fingers, hoping he’s still watching and letting him know that I’m not so much afraid of him but more curious.

Rome eyes me as I approach, his dark gaze lowering to the flower in my hand. “Is that the same flower as before?” He wraps a protective arm around my shoulder, shielding me from my crazed stalker.

“I think so.” Guilt crashing into me, I scan the parking lot for him, wondering if he’s watching. It’s not normal to want your stalker to keep stalking you, to keep watching you secretly.

“Hey, I’ve got you.” Rome cradles my face in his hands and kisses me deeply.

Butterflies run rampant through me as his lips devour mine, this feeling of home settling deep within me. It feels so safe in his arms, like nothing can get to me when he’s here. Which totally contradicts my fucked up desires of finally meeting my stalker.

“The fear on your lips tastes like cotton candy, all sweet and tempting.” His lips vibrate against mine.

“That’s a weird way to describe it.”

“It turns me on that you have someone watching you, making you afraid. Here, feel my hard on.” Rome takes my hand and makes me feel him here out in the open.

I gaze up at him, at his hooded eyes as they bore into me. “It turns me on too,” I confess in a whisper. “I’m fucked in the head.”

“You just have different tastes than the norm. I imagine him catching you and tying you up, devouring you while you scream. If that isn’t fucked up, then I don’t know what is.” He kisses me, stopping me from answering him and allowing me to process what he revealed.

Breaking away from me he stares down into my soul and dances there burying himself into my existence.

“Yeah, that’s fucked up, but I like it.” I smile at him, knowing he just revealed his inner dark thoughts. “If he ever catches me, I’ll call you to come watch.”

“Don’t tease me.” He grins, darting his tongue out and moistening his lips. “If we didn’t need to get back for the fights, I’d wait around here and leave you out as bait.”

“Wow, thanks. You’d sacrifice me for your fantasy. Nice.”

“We’re all depraved, baby. The degree just varies.” He slaps my ass and pulls me tightly into him. “I can’t wait to be buried deep inside you later tonight.” He presses his erection into me.

“Can we skip the fights? Please?” I tiptoe to kiss him, but he pulls away, a devilish smirk spreading across his face.

“We have to go. If you keep looking at me like that, neither of us will make it to the fights.” He lets go and saunters to the driver’s side.

“You’re mean.” I pout as I make my way to the passenger side of the Range Rover. I glance around one last time, scanning the parking lot wondering if he’s still watching.

The guys have outdone themselves with this fight night. Or as they have aptly named it, The Dacre Cup. Walking in with the rest of the frat, I look around at the sheer size of the stadium they’ve rented. It’s decorated with the four suit emblem in Sable Lakes blue and gold foiling. The whole stadium is decked out for the fight. I follow the guys as we’re led to our front row corporate box seats.

The atmosphere is electric as the crowd gathers and finds their seats. I step up onto the second level to take a seat in the back when Rome grabs my hand.

“And where do you think you’re going?” He pulls me into him.

“Someone will see.” I try wriggle out of his grip.

“Fucking let them. I’ll deal with Sin later,” he growls and goes to kiss me but I duck out of the way.

“Please, not here in the open. I don’t want to make him angry.” Placing my palms on Rome’s muscled chest, I look up at him as his dark hair sits in a mess atop his head. I’m not so much afraid of Sin, I’m afraid of how far he can go with his depravity. I don’t need Rome being on the receiving end of his wrath.

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