Page 109 of The Wrong Quarterback

That was easy. I breathed out a big sigh of relief and stood up—my head swam, the room spinning around me. My knees buckled, and I hit the bed hard, my vision going black in an instant.

I blinked up at the ceiling, feeling like I’d been out for days, my head disoriented and heavy. My brain struggled to piece together where I was…why my mouth was so dry…and why my limbs felt like dead weight. Had I fallen asleep after practice?

The faint creak of the front door snapped me out of my haze. “Parker?” Casey’s voice called, sweet and perfect. It cut through the fog in my brain. I cursed under my breath, reaching around, searching for my phone—I’d told her I’d pick her up. I must’ve passed out way longer than I thought.

Before I could sit up, she appeared in the doorway, one eyebrow raised in amusement. “Hey, sleepyhead,” she teased, leaning against the frame. “Are you okay?”

I managed a rough smile, fighting the pounding in my skull. “Yeah, just…long practice. I must’ve dozed off.”

As I pulled myself up, a sharp sting shot across my chest. I winced, lifting my shirt out of reflex and froze. There was a white bandage taped across my chest.

“What is that?” Casey asked as she stepped closer, her eyes widening. “You didn’t tell me you were getting a new tattoo.”

“That’s because I didn’t,” I muttered, peeling back the bandage. Beneath it, the unmistakable symbol of the Sphinx was inked deep into my skin, black and intricate, right over my heart.The whole night hit me then, memories crashing against my brain: the bottle, the letter, the way I’d blacked out.

I bolted out of bed, ignoring the ache in my chest, and went straight for my phone, still recording in the corner. Fast-forwarding through the footage, I watched myself slump over on the bed, completely out cold. And then, a minute later, the door to the bedroom cracked open, and two guys in the same masks as what the members had been wearing the night I’d been kidnapped from my room slipped inside, one of them carrying a tattoo kit.

Casey gasped beside me, watching as one masked guy started setting up, his gloved hands precise and clinical, while the other one scanned the room, idly snooping around. At one point his masked face appeared in front of the camera, and he grinned before continuing his perusal.

The guy with the needle leaned over me, adjusting the angle like he’d done this a thousand times before. He started working on my chest while I lay there like a slab of stone, oblivious. The needle bit into my skin, and I watched, sickened, as he carefully inked the Sphinx symbol, marking me as theirs.

The video played on until, finally, the tattoo was done. The guy in the mask pressed the bandage over it, gathered up his supplies, and gave a nod to the other, and within seconds, they were gone. All that was left on the screen was me, unconscious and oblivious, a new mark branded into my skin.

Casey’s hand came to her mouth, her eyes darting from the screen to my chest. “Parker…what the hell was that?”

I ran a hand over the fresh ink, my chest tightening. “That, baby, was my final trial for the Sphinx.”

CHAPTER 29

CASEY

“That’s so fucking good,” Parker growled as I lapped at the pre-cum beading at his head. I felt his breath on my core, and a second later he was dragging his tongue along my slit.

I whimpered and sucked harder, trying to get more of his length in my mouth, and he moaned.

No one had ever told me that giving head could make you feel powerful, but the way Parker reacted every time my tongue even got near his dick made me feel that way.

“That’s it. Suck my cock, baby,” he groaned as he pushed his tongue inside me, and his fingers worked my clit.

I never thought I could do this, grind my core on someone’s face while I licked and sucked their dick…but I was having no problem with it now.

We couldn’t get enough of each other. Morning, noon, and night…even between classes. If we had a spare second, he was inside me.

His tongue slipped up to my ass, and he licked around the sensitive ring before the tip of his finger began stretching the muscle.

I lowered my head, trying different angles until I could work him further down my throat, all while trying not to die of pleasure as his finger pushed deeper into my ass.

I gagged around his tip, and he chuckled against my slit.

“Love the sound of you choking on my cock,” he breathed as he pushed his finger all the way in, stimulating nerve endings I hadn’t known I had.

I cried out, freezing in place as he began thrusting his finger in and out.

“Keep going, baby,” he ordered roughly.

I whimpered but obediently sucked as hard as I could, somehow sliding more of him down my throat.

“That’s it. You’re such a good girl,” he praised. “I want to fuck your throat. Will you do that for me, sweetheart?”

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