Page 12 of The Aftermath

“You don’t want to be here anymore than I do,” I tell him.

“You’re right. This is all bullshit.” I nod my head and agree when I see Levi walk over and drop into a chair. He doesn’t want to do this shit either.

We watch the party until it’s time for the Kings to speak. Matt, Ry’s dad, steps up to the mic, and everyone silences.

“Welcome all. Tonight is about getting to know each other better. We want you all to be better acquainted before the ceremony so you will at least know a little about your chosen one. You will spend approximately two minutes dancing with each person. Talk to them. Learn a little about them. We will host a dinner where you will choose someone to eat with, and then we will mingle once again.” Most people clap and cheer, but we don’t. I see Max, that little piece of shit, eyeing Angel from here, and it makes me want to fucking scoop his eyes out with a blunt spoon for looking her way. Ry’s hand lands on my shoulder, pulling my attention to him.

“Calm down. We’ll handle him later,” he says. I nod my head. I already know Max is going to be an issue for me. He’s always had a thing for Angel, and I don’t know if she feels the same way about him or not. I haven’t gotten that far in her journals yet.

I roll my shoulders as the dance begins. Some girl approaches Levi, and he rolls his eyes before standing and going to dance with her. I snort a laugh when two bitches come and approach me and Ry. We don’t have a choice but to dance with them. So we walk out onto the dancefloor, and that’s what we do.

Her name is Kelcee, and she seems like a nice enough girl. Who the fuck wants a nice girl, though? No. I want my dirty little Angel. The one who takes my cum like a good little whore and loves every second of it. Just thinking about her has my cock hard. Shit. Now this bitch thinks it’s for her. She grins at me, and I smile back, but that isn’t going to happen.

Kelcee rambles on about herself, and it drives me a little insane. I’m watching the fucking clock tick down until it’s time to change partners. I quickly move away from her when another comes up.

“This is stupid,” Marley says as I pull her in and dance.

“Who the hell are you telling.”

“I’m not sure why this is a thing,” she adds. Okay, maybe I like her a little.

“It’s bullshit, right? What the fuck are we going to learn in two minutes.”

“Exactly.” She doesn’t say anything else as I eye Angel across the room. She doesn’t look like she’s having a good time either, and that makes me happy. I don’t want her to have a good time. I want her to think about me between her pretty little thighs. I want her to think about my fucking cum dripping out of her pussy and down her legs while she tries to focus on her dinner. When it’s time to change again, I make my move. I see Max going for her, but I step in front of him, grabbing her hand in mine. He curses under his breath as I glance around to see who’s looking. When I’m satisfied no one will see us leave, I drag her through the first door I can find and down the short hall. Her heels click on the floor until we find an unlocked room, and I push her inside.

“Panties off,” I tell her. She pulls her panties off and holds them in her hand. I grab them and bring them to my nose as she watches me. Then I stuff them in my pocket and yank my pants down along with my boxers.

“You have my fucking cock so hard right now, Angel. This is going to be quick. We don’t have a lot of time,” I tell her. “Bend over that chair.” I nod toward it. She moves quickly, bending over the chair as she bunches her dress up around her waist. I walk behind and slap her ass hard with my hand. She yelps before I pull her panties out of my pocket and stuff them in her mouth. I know my little Angel is a screamer.

Without giving her any warning, I thrust into her from behind. Just like I thought, she tries to scream around the panties in her mouth.

“Be a good little whore and keep quiet,” I tell her. I grip her hips, and I fuck her hard and fast, knowing we need to get back out there. She takes my cock like a good girl, and I hammer inside of her. I don’t care if she comes right now. This isn’t about her. Seeing those assholes with their hands on her pissed me off. This is all about me marking what’s mine.

A few more rough thrusts into her, and I come. I fill her greedy little pussy with my seed, and she eats that shit up. She’s panting when I pull out of her. She stands, keeping her dress hiked up, and I see it slowly slipping down her inner thighs. I grab my cock; that motherfucker wants more of her. I groan as I stuff it back into my boxers and pull my pants up. Then I pluck her panties from her mouth and slide them into my pocket.

“I need those,” she tells me.

“For what?”

“To clean this up.” She nods toward her thighs.

“No. You’re going to walk around, dance, eat, and mingle with those motherfuckers with my cum sticking to your thighs. If you clean it off, I will punish you and put it back.”

Chapter 8

Angel

I’ve managed to avoid Max like the fucking plague. The Kings were watching, so I couldn’t sit next to Silas at dinner. I sit instead with a guy named Simon, who I know very little about. I have no interest in getting to know him either, and yet he keeps talking to me like we’re best friends. I’m not typically a rude person, so I try to be engaging and present in the conversation with him, but something about him creeps me out.

I’m uncomfortable. Every time I move, I can feel the cum sticking to my inner thighs. I know Silas likes it because I can see him grinning at me across the damn table.

“So, what do you want to do after college?” Simon asks. I nearly roll my eyes.

“Is there anything to do after?” I ask, glancing over at him.

“What do you mean?”

“I thought we were to have kids soon after the ceremony,” I tell him, even though it chokes me up to say.

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