Page 50 of Darkened Truths
“Daddy,” I whisper as I flutter my eyes closed and rest my hands on his shoulders. That one word is enough to force him to press his lips against mine and his tongue to invade my mouth as his hand slides down to my throat. I whimper into him as Wesley uses my body, working us both up to perfect pleasure. I’m floating higher and higher. It’s too much, all too much.
I gasp, so close to finding my release. “I-I,” I pant against Zander’s lips. He squeezes and I wheeze, trying to catch my breath around his large hand.
Wesley moves faster in me, my body bouncing while Zan holds me in place, never letting up on his kiss. Wesley groans as I come with him, my whole body shaking with the force ofit. He angles my face away from Zander and kisses my neck and jaw, whispering praises into my ear as I slowly come down. When I finally open my eyes, Zander’s nowhere to be found. I look all around. Did I imagine it? I touch my beard burned lips and know it was real. The vulnerability of the moment leaves me feeling foolish as Wesley withdraws, his come dripping out of me just like he wanted. Even though I smile, a feeling of loneliness washes over me. I’ve never experienced something like this in my life, but not having Zander here after what just happened is doing strange things to me. I almost feel abandoned. And where did he come from, anyway?
How could Zander show up like that and then run away without so much as a goodbye? Does he hate the fact Wesley and I are together? Have Wes and Zan shared before? Both men seemed oddly comfortable with one another. I haven’t had enough time to process what’s going on with him. Zander’s hot and cold. The minute I think I understand him, he does a one-eighty and I second guess myself all over again.
“Come on, Hellcat. Let’s get you back to your dorm.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to ask to sleep at his place instead, but I know going the needy route will probably get me pissed on. Julien would see it as a sign of weakness and exploit it. Probably tell the school I’m sleeping with all three of them for real. Which is the last thing I need because I already hear the snide comments when the Kings aren’t around. The girls are jealous as hell, and the guys can’t wait for the Kings to drop me to have a piece. I’ve basically become the campus slut and I’ve only had sex with one person here.
Now’s not the time to get weak and let sex go to my head. It’s no big deal.
Wesley helps me back into my panties and smirks when I wiggle my hips.
“What?” I ask, picking up my bag as he finishes packing up everything.
“Nothin’. Just picturing my come dripping down your luscious thighs.” He gives me a shit-eating grin, then takes my hand and pulls me against him, sealing his lips over mine for another kiss. “Thank you, Riley. You don’t know how special you are.” He drops his forehead to mine and we stand like that for another moment before he tugs me with him toward my dorm.
Tonight was…loaded. I havesomeanswers but more questions.
“Just so you know, no one else would have seen you tonight. I had a few guys keeping the area cleared for us. Zander and Julien were the only ones allowed to get past.”
That tidbit of information surprises me. I’m grateful knowing that not anyone would have seen us, but now I want to know what Zander was doing out there. Wesley walks me up to my room and gives me one more kiss before wishing me sweet dreams and leaving me alone. I open my door and all the lights are off.Hmmm, I guess Ava’s still out with Nick.
I flip the switch and light floods the space. I stop dead in my tracks and look around at my destroyed room.
“What the hell?” I ask out loud, taking a step closer to my scattered items. My clothes lay strewn around my room, as if someone had been searching for something. Ava’s side is still as neat as it was this morning when we left. The bedding lay in a chaotic heap, the once-fluffy pillow discarded on the floor. I pick it up and drop it on the bed, and sit down, letting my eyes roam over the damage.
My first thought was to call Wesley—or hell, Zander. He’s the computer wiz, and I’m sure he could tap into the cameras and get a recording on who came and would do this. My eyes well with tears and I take a shuddering breath. I feel dirty—violated.Having someone go through my belongings is more than I bargained for.
Who do I even tell about this? I doubt the administration is going to care. They don’t seem like the type to interfere.Or maybe they will?Has anyone ever brought anything like this to their attention before? Has something like this ever happened? Or is this some sort of hazing? The students here are from different backgrounds, but that doesn’t mean that they don’t all play similar games. I seem to make more enemies than friends after all.
Then my gaze lands on some vaseline and gauze sitting perfectly in the center of my desk, and my blood boils. Every cell in my being shakes with rage as the puzzle pieces click into place.
Julien. That motherfucker!
There’s no other explanation for this. The gears in my head spin as I work to piece together what could have happened. Of course, he would leave Ava’s side alone. Zander would probably kill him if he touched her stuff or messed with her. But me? I’m free game.
I growl and scream into my pillow. I want to punch him, or scratch his eyes out or something. This is the last thing I need to be dealing with after what has already been a confusing night.
I hate him.
Julian Azarian can kiss my ass. I’m not backing down from this. He can’t bully me any more. I’m not going down without a fight.
Once more, I glare at the vaseline and gauze again and chuck them straight into the trash bin. I want nothing from that asshole. I change out of my uniform into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and put a pair of headphones in to blast music, as I pick up the mess. All while wishing terrible, horrible things upon Julien.
TWENTY-FIVE
RILEY
Within an hour, my room is back to normal, and Ava still has yet to return. I know I’m not her keeper, and it seems she can use some freedom, but I hope she’s being careful. It’s easy to get carried away when you don’t have someone watching your every move. Not that I didn’t have freedom, I did…kind of. James was almost always there. Bodyguard and chauffeur. I never felt as if I was stuck in my life, though. I get the sense Ava has more going on than she’s willing to share, but if Zander is any indication, she was under lock and key.
I almost wonder if she was under house arrest, or if she could have friends.
Ava:
Don’t wait up. I’ll be back soon. Nick is with me, so I’m not alone.
