Page 32 of Darkened Truths
Not sure what you’re talking about.
Sure he doesn’t. “Where are the others?” I ask Wes.
“Home. They don’t eat here. I usually don’t either, but figured we could talk about your training schedule.”
“Oh, you two are training together?” Ava asks, taking a bite of her food, a glint of humor in her eyes.
That bastard.“Oh, um, n-no. Well, maybe. I don’t know.” I shrug, avoiding eye contact, then spear a bit of pasta on my platebut don’t lift it to my mouth. Why am I so damn tongue tied over this? It should be a simple no. N-O.
“Yup. Figured I could help Riley get up to speed around here.”
I roll my eyes, needing to get away from him and all these conflicting emotions he draws from me. I push away from the table and excuse myself, gathering my things and heading to the door. Wesley follows and steps in front of me.
“Riley, stop. I told you not to walk around campus alone. That’s twice now I’ve caught you disobeying.”
“Third time’s the charm.” My sarcasm has really leveled up since I got here.
“There won’t be a third time. Do it again and there will be consequences.”
The argument is on the tip of my tongue, but I let it die, knowing I won’t win this fight.
I'm unable to sleep. My mind races, a whirlwind of images and sensations from the day, replaying like a broken record. As soon as I shut one thought down, another pops up to take its place. Around and around I go. I want off this merry-go-round before I get sick.
I showered before bed so I can hopefully spend a little more time in bed. I’m tired, but full of energy—a damn oxymoron. So when the door handle jiggles at four in the morning, I sit straight up and pull the blankets to my chin. A scream is on the tip of my tongue, but it’s frozen there. Maybe it’s just someone going to pee in the middle of the night and is at the wrong door. No one tries to pound on the door or break it down, but the door swingsopen slowly. A large figure steps into the room and when he sees I’m sitting up, smiles.
“Training starts now, Hellcat.”
SIXTEEN
ZANDER
Iheard Wesley leave the house and got up to watch the events unfold. He wants to train her, teach her how to fight and be strong. He told me his plan after his visit to Julien in the gym, where he came back with a nice red mark on his jaw. I want to train her too, but for entirely different reasons.
It doesn’t take long for him to make it to her dorm, and even less time to walk out with her. Wesley and Riley step out of her room after a few minutes and she’s in a sports bra, tank top and leggings. It’s a little chilly this early in the morning, but if I know Wes, he’s going to give her a good workout.
“How did you get into my room?” her muffled voice comes through my speakers and I shiver. She does it to me every damn time she talks. Her voice is a melody that seduces even the darkest parts of me.
The cameras don’t have audio attached to them, but I put spyware on her phone. When Ava texted me the other day about Riley running off, I went over and got installed the program and she’s been none the wiser. She really shouldn’t leave her stuff lying around. Nothing of consequence has come up, but it’s nice to have ears on her. Unfortunately, during classes, I can’t listen to her because I’d have my earbuds tossed without a secondthought. I’m still working on getting all the cameras linked to my phone, but that’s an ongoing project. I’ll have access to those soon enough. Until then, I have to watch her in my room, on my three screens.
He says nothing, but then she scoffs. “Really? You made a copy of my key?” she whispers as they walk down the quiet hallway.Now that’s interesting. I wasn’t aware he had a key.I promised Ava I wouldn’t make one, but I guess my promise doesn’t extend to my brothers. I know he did it to get to Riley, but I’m not sure how much I like him having a key to my sister’s room. Wes and I are going to have a little chat about that later.
“Never know when it’ll come in handy. Better than breaking down your door, don’t you think?” Wes says.
There are times I wish I was more easy going like him. He’s a natural with people. He always knows what to say and how to persuade them to do what he wants. Life has dealt us different hands. He grew up differently than I did, which makes him more eager to please people. I protect the few people closest to me. I shake my head, focusing on the video in front of me.
I follow their every move on the cameras, their path interrupted briefly by blind spots until the next one picks up. They don’t talk and she blindly follows him. She trusts him. Deep down, that notion does strange things to me. I know about the woods, and about how Wesley came to pick up the pieces after Julien left her there alone. Dick move on his part, but I understand his thought process. Show no weakness. Kindness is a sign of weakness, and Riley was right when she said he painted a target on her back by putting her off limits. I see the way Julien looks at her, and not all looks are the same. There’s a longing there. He wants her just as much as he wants to fuck with her.
Wesley starts at a light jog and she stays with him, clearly not expecting the cardio so early in the morning. When he slows his pace to match hers, I can hear a muffled conversation, mostlikely because of her phone being tucked in a pocket. A few words pop here and there, but I know I won’t be able to hear them again until they reach the gym and she puts her phone down.
Her tits bounce with every step and I can’t help but wish I could take her shirt off to play with them. They’re perfect. I could tell from that damn dress she wore over the weekend where her cleavage was on display. And I still can’t believe she propositioned me in front of most of the student body. Jokes on her, though. I would have gladly pinned her against the wall and fucked her brains out. I wouldn’t give a shit if anyone was watching. In fact, I’d welcome it. Voyeurism is my favorite kink, not that this should come as a surprise to anyone. I watch everything, so it’s a natural craving. Everyone here thinks I don’t get involved because I don’t want to, but it’s because no one can handle my lifestyle choices. Sexually, I know what I like, and I have yet to meet anyone who enjoys the same to the full extent. I’m too…sadistic. Maybe I’m a masochist too, because what other reason do I have to watch the two of them?
When I graduate, I’m opening an exclusive club for pleasures of a more darkened nature. Most people would call it a sex club, but it would be so much more than that. It would be a true reprieve for those who are too afraid to act on their fantasies in an otherwise “normal” setting. It’s also a way for me to act out my fantasies with mutual parties who are interested. Exclusive clientele with fat wallets, and willing participants. It’s going to make a killing. The guys know what I’m planning and have already agreed to be partners in the business.
Images of Riley bound and gagged, looking up at me, make me stiffen in my shorts. I press my hand over my hardened cock, trying to relieve the pressure that’s building. She gave me the worst nickname too,Daddy.It’s like she fucking knew what I was into and wanted to poke the bear. But to have her call methat under different circumstances, you bet your ass I’d give her so many damn orgasms. I’ve always preferred Sir, but something about how the word rolled off her tongue. Longing hit too close to home and I had to get away from her. I shoved her into Wesley’s waiting arms, desperate to get away from her and my primal urges. No one has ever gotten under my skin before, not like this. Not in a way that makes me want to burn the world and protect her all at the same time. I don’t know how to handle these feelings. So it’s best to watch from a distance like I always do.
Alone.
I catch sight of them on the camera, almost to the gym. I’m sure he plans on getting her on the mat and pinning her as often as possible. It’s best to learn to fight hand-to-hand. After all, most of what she learns this year will be with fists. As she moves through each grade, she’ll learn to fight with guns and knives too. Pointebreak turns its students into fighters. That was always the purpose. Learn to hurt, maim, and even kill without a second thought.
