Page 28 of Tyrant

I hurry along the rows of books and turn down a random section and stop. What am I doing right now? Part of me doesn’t even know. I lift my shirt up, exposing my bra. Then I lift my bra, allowing just my left breast to fall free. Right here in the middle of the library. I mean, yeah, I’m hiding, but still…

I cup my left breast with my left hand and look down at my nipple. It’s so tender. Sore. My areola is still faintly bruised from Tyrant’s aggressive touch. My nipple itself, I swear that it’sredder than my other one. Raw. Annoyed. Exactly how I feel all the time right now.

I use my pointer finger and I touch my nipple. I whimper and curl my toes. It still feels good. To be touched. It feels good that I’m touching myself.

It would feel better if it was Tyrant…

I gasp and hurry to fix my bra and pull my shirt down. I turn and face the bookshelf. As though the books now behind me were judging me for what I had just done. I hadn’t done anything wrong. These books can’t understand about what I’m feeling. Or what I’m going through.

I catch my breath in my throat and feel like I’m going to start crying. This is a good place to cry when you think about it. It’s quiet, secluded, and if you need advice, there are thousands of books surrounding you, meaning one or two are bound to have something to say to sooth your achy soul.

Except it’s not my soul that’s achy. It’s my heart and my body. My nipple is sore…but I like it.I like that Tyrant did it. I like that I captivated his attention. I like that I am hisclaimed oneand that he has to focus on me.

I like that he stalks me. That he’s dangerous. That’s he’s unpredictable. That he’ll do whatever the fuck he wants to me yet he knows I’m the one nodding in approval, wanting to explore…

My phone vibrates in the right back pocket of my jeans, against my butt. It’s Lia.PARTY TONIGHT! DONT FORGET!A party…

“A party,” I whisper out loud.

Yeah, I’m in need of a party. Drinks. Music. Dancing. Maybe flirting with some cute guys.Maybe watching Tyrant beat the shit out of the cute guys I flirt with.

He wouldn’t do that though, right? He’s not that obsessive…

… right?

The housefor the party is way back along thecompound. In fact, the backyard of the house is nothing but trees and mountains. I feel like I’m in a vampire book as I approach the gothic looking house. There are peaks and points and it looks so old. It’s almost like you can breathe in the history of the place. Not just the house either.

There’s something about this entire place. I feel like I’m no longer part of normal society.Duh. But it goes beyond that. It’s like…the rest of my life…

“Here, take this,” Naya says to me and she hands me a small white pill that’s been broken in half.

“What the hell is this?”

“Xanny,” Lia whispers to me. “It’ll relax you. You’re tense. You’re nervous. I swear it won’t fuck you up. It’ll relax you.”

I shrug my shoulders and toss the half pill into my mouth. Naya has a flask with her. So I’m going to wash down half aXannywith some booze.

Whatever. It’s a party.

The sidewalk ends where the walkway to the house begins. There are candles lit along the pathway. There are guys standing every few feet, wearing white masks. And nothing else. Totally naked guys, their hands covering their dicks. A couple of them don’t have the hand size to properly cover their dick size.

Naya points one out. “I want him. He can wrap it around your neck like an elephant trunk and choke you out.”

I wait for her to laugh but she doesn’t. She’s into that stuff.

Guarding the front door are fully clothed guys, still in white masks. They’re also in white robes. Each holds a large knife in their left hand.

“What is this?” I ask Lia.

“It’s a party,” she says. “It’s just… look, Sera, it’s all about understanding. The guys in white masks aren’t part of anything yet. The naked ones are naked because they are nothing. The ones on the porch are earning their way. Get it?”

“No,” I say. “I have no fucking clue what you’re talking about!”

Out of nowhere I snort and smile. TheXannyhas definitely hit my bloodstream quick. I then realize that just because Naya gave me half aXannythat doesn’t mean much. What was the full dosage amount?

“How you feeling?” Naya asks.

“Relaxed,” I whisper.

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