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I hear a giggle, and something inside me snaps a little. Bolstered by the fact that I’m not alone now, I wrench the door open, and literallygasp.

There’s a blond girl, on her knees, in the middle of the room…and she has her pretty lips wrapped around Roman’s cock.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Lux

I’m frozenin place as my brain tries to comprehend what’s happening. My gaze is completely focused on the girl. I recognize her from the Preference Ceremony. No idea what her name is, but it doesn’t even matter. She’s on her knees, her head bobbing as she takes Roman’s cock deep into her throat.

A groan draws my gaze upward to Roman’s face. His hand is resting on top of her head, setting the pace, guiding her. But his eyes are locked onme.

I can’t help it, I lick my lips, and his eyes follow the motion, and I swear I see his nostrils flare. His cock is huge—thick and girthy—and my channel twitches. That could have been me, on my knees, tasting him, drinking him in.

The girl moans, and he tightens his grip on her hair as if reminding her to be quiet. She reaches up and uses her hand to help stroke him, and his head falls back as he bucks his hips, growling.

I should take this opportunity to leave. They’re in theway of the door, but he’s pretty distracted right now, and I’d be dumb not to take advantage of that.

Forcing myself to move, I step forward. As I get closer, the smell of sex wraps around me, and I swallow. I could shove this chick aside and finish him, feeling him deep in my throat, tasting his come on my tongue.

Instead, I force myself past them, on my way to the door—but I don’t make it. His hand darts out and catches me. He pulls me against his chest roughly and slams his lips into mine. He kisses me like a man starved, his tongue pushing into my mouth, stealing my breath.

My head swims as he devours me like a fucking lunatic. There’s a darkness in him that reaches out and pulls me in. I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t kiss him back while he’s getting sucked off by another girl—but I am. I can’t help myself. I can’t pull myself away.

He reaches up and cups the back of my head, holding me in place, his deep moan filling my mouth. His hips move against the chick’s mouth as he kisses me, pulling back only to nip at my bottom lip, before invading my mouth again.

A little moan escapes my mouth, and I twist my hips, because, at this point, my panties are drenched. My clit is pulsing with need, and I’m already desperate for release.

He threads his fingers through my hair, and he stills, releasing a deep groan as his hips move and he comes. After a few seconds, he pulls back slightly. “Next time, it’s you, Little Rabbit.”

I blink and see movement in my periphery as the chick gets up off her knees. I feel like I’m in a daze, and I stagger back before finding my balance. The breath is sawing from my lungs, and I suddenly feel like I can’t breathe.

I need to get out of here.Now.

Swallowing, I bolt for the door and rush down the stairs.The house is still empty, and dark, and I fly out the door, and down the front steps. I’m halfway down the block, in the dark—after promising myself I’d never walk alone at night again—when a car pulls up beside me and stops.

My heart leaps into my throat, and I pull my phone out from my jacket pocket, ready to call 911. If I’ve learned anything in the last few days, it’s that this town is fucked up. The entire place, I’m guessing, but especially this campus. And this time, I’m not fucking around. If anyone so much aslooksat me weird, my ass is calling the cops.

“Lux!” It’s a female voice, and I turn my head to see Skye. She’s driving a little blue Toyota, the passenger side window open as she grabs a fast food bag off the passenger seat and tosses it in the back. “You okay? You said you needed a ride.”

“Oh, thank God,” I breathe, reaching for the passenger side door. “You actually came!”

“A sister in trouble? Of course, I did. We have to look out for each other,” she says, glancing between me and the road as she pulls off. “You good?” she asks again, this time with a little more concern in her voice. She glances at me again quickly. She must see the tears in my eyes, ready to fall.

I shake my head. “Yeah, yeah. I just uh….I had an encounter with Roman, and I don’t know how to feel about it.”

She doesn’t even hesitate to ask, “What happened?”

I tilt my head back against the headrest. I don’t even know if I should tell her, because, honestly, I don’t even know Skye. And she’s one of those really warm people–someone you’ve just met, but still makes you feel like you’ve known them forever. It’s a superpower that I wish I had.Instead, I just end up being painfully awkward in social situations.

But fuck it. Bree is God knows where, and I don’t really have anyone else to talk to. Besides, Skye knows how this place works. Maybe she can give me some guidance when it comes to Roman and his crew of assholes.

I recount the evening, telling Skye about what happened at the club, then after, when I was tossed into Roman’s car, and dragged up to his room—where he eventually called another chick and had her suck him off in front of me.

“Wow, that’s totally fucked,” she says.

We’ve pulled up in front of my residence hall, but we’re just sitting in the car, talking. “He’s so fucking depraved.” I shake my head. “Why do people follow him like a fucking god?”

“I mean, his family—”

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