Page 17 of Depraved Desires

Before she joined the academy, I’d thought of her frequently. All I wanted was revenge. But then…when my friends got involved, it became an addicting game that I couldn’t get enough of. Now she was gone, and it was game over. Since she died, I’ve been busying myself, looking for replacements. Unfortunately, no one came close to her.

Kneeling beside the body, I placed a sheet over her. I could just leave her here. There was no way she’d be tied back to me since technically, I couldn’t leave the academy, and everyone was too wasted to remember who she left with.

Rising to my feet, I decided to do just that. Her pussy hadn’t felt nearly as good as Aspen’s and in the end, I couldn’t get off. So, I stabbed her beneath her ribcage as she rode me. The blood spurted from the wound, and I relished in the way my cock twitched from the sight. Before she could scream, I stabbed her again. This time in her leg. After I was done toying with her, I slit her throat and shoved her off me.

Snatching my jacket off the floor, I shrugged it on. My keys and wallet were in the pocket where I’d left them, and I started for the door. On the way, a picture caught my eye. It was of the female I just killed and a small child—probably no older then two years of age. A man stood beside her with his arm wrapped around her shoulders. They looked happy. But how happy could they really be if she was willing to destroy their family by cheating?

Waving it off, I made my way outside and climbed onto the back of my bike. The engine roared to life when I started it and it vibrated beneath my weight. Throwing my helmet on, I kicked it into motion and tore down the street, trying to get as far away from that place as fast as possible. I didn’t need any unwelcome visitors showing up while I was still in range.

The drugs I’d taken earlier in the day were fucking with my heart, causing my breaths to come out in shallow pants. That was a worry for later though. The guys would be expecting me tonight, and I couldn’t show up looking as unhinged as I felt.

When I made it back to the academy, I parked my bike next to Foster’s truck and then booked it in the direction of the dorms. I tucked my helmet beneath my arm and kept walking until I’d made it to the third floor. Slipping into my room, I tossed my helmet on the bed and gathered some clothes, placing them on the bathroom counter. A sheen coat of sweat covered my skin despite how cold it had been outside, and I set the water to a cooler temperature. Not that I didn’t like hot showers or anything, I did. Just wasn’t in the mood to die tonight by raising my internal body temperature even more than it already was.

After my shower, I toweled off and got dressed just in time for my phone to start ringing. Retreating into my room, I grabbed it and placed it to my ear.

“What?” Was my only response as my gaze swept across the bedroom in search of my shoes. When I spotted them, I slid them on and sat on the edge of my bed.

“We’re heading out now. Text me the details,” Foster demanded. “And we aren’t going to club Euphoria, so you can forget about that shit.” I snorted in amusement.

Club Euphoria hasn’t even sounded appealing as of late. The girls were way too easy for my liking and if I was on the hunt for a fighter, that would be the last place for me to look. If I wanted a quick release, the place was fine, but that’s the last thing I wanted since Aspen’s death. Truthfully, what I really wanted washer. There was something rare about her. The way she enjoyed my knife against her skin, how she gasped when my tongue ran along the blood coating her. She was so imperfectly perfect. I didn’t expect her absence to affect me as much as it did, and now…there was a pit in my stomach from to unexpected loss Ifelt. I could have molded her into the perfect dream girl for me. She had all the characteristics. Aspen was mine. That statement had never been truer. She’d been meant for me and now she was gone.

Remembering that Foster was still on the line, I cleared my throat. “I thought you were choosing the destination.”

“Why the fuck would I choose when you’re the one that suggested it?” Annoyance filled his voice as the words flowed from his mouth. He did have a point.

I sighed. “Fine. The Grand Elixir club in Brookhaven.”

Brookhaven was the next town over. It was about an hour drive from here, but it had everything, and we haven’t been there in a while. We could hit the club and crash at a hotel or something. We had classes tomorrow, but Collin was the only one of us who couldn’t afford to keep missing days.

“You sure you want to ride your bike all the way to Brookhaven and back in this weather?” he inquired.

“I’ll ride with you. Meet you in the parking lot in five.” I hung up the phone and stuffed it into my pocket.

My mind wandered to a certain green-eyed vixen, and I clenched my jaw. I needed to feel something other than this shit. Whether it be rage, pain, or whatever. Anything was better than thinking about her.

The drive felt longer than it was. Maybe I should have rode with Collin. At least then, he’d be yapping my ear off, and it would be a distraction in itself. When we pulled into the club parking lot, we climbed out of the vehicle and waited patiently for the others.A sense of DeJa’Vu washed over me as we waited, passing a cigarette back and forth.

It didn’t take long for the other two to pull in, and once they were situated in their parking spots, they joined us.

“After you,” Foster said, inclining his head in the direction of the building.

I rolled my eyes but didn’t argue. When we got inside, the lobby was decked out in a dark gray. A woman sat behind the front desk, checking people in. A few girls turned their heads to look at us, and not even Collin paid them any mind. Hunter shot them a small smile, but that was it. His gaze didn’t linger like it would have a month ago.

After checking in, we found a small booth to occupy. The music was loud against my eardrums, but it made it more difficult to think, so that was a bonus.

“I’m going to go grab drinks. Ya’ll want anything?”

“Get a damn fishbowl,” Collin murmured, directing his eyes to the tabletop. Dark circles surrounded them, making his eyes look even darker than they normally were.

Hunter’s gaze slid to mine; uncertainty etched into his face. I nodded in confirmation. I’d help him drink the damn thing. Fishbowls were meant for two or more people since there was so much alcohol in them, but if that’s what Collin needed, then fine. A momentary distraction was better than nothing.

“Bourbon for me,” I answered and then turned to look at Foster.

“I’ll just go with him. There’s no way they’ll let one person walk away with that much alcohol.” He stood and followed Hunter to the bar, leaving me and Collin alone.

Collin tapped on the table, seemingly lost in thought despite the blaring of the music. I wasn’t sure if the others had noticed, but our jock has lost a decent amount of weight over the last week. He looked like he was on drugs, but I knew that wasn’t thecase. I knew a junkie when I saw one, and Collin didn’t fit that category.

“You’re going to need to bulk up some if you want to win that fight on Saturday,” I pointed out.

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