Page 29 of Game of Hell
“Actually she did and she did it all with her tongue. She feasted on every last drop of my cunt like I was her dying meal. She showed me how great sex can be, Ronan.” I purr and lift my hand up to my mouth in a v-shape. “I see why men grovel for a taste.”
He growls and for once I feel I’ve actually won a round. 1 Ember, 10 Ronan—a victory is a victory after all.
My smirk widens when he doesn’t say anything else. I saunter away from him and begin looking for said object. This is easy, it’d be the letter I received from the dean when he found out about our affair.
“Well the last thing you’ll ever taste is my cock. I. Don’t. Share.”
I ignore him and flip through pages and pages of notes. I go through numerous desks, fake pumpkins, skull heads, vintage boxes, but come up empty handed.
“Fuck me.” I mutter and turn to the bed.
“Aren’t you sore?” He hums and brings his hand up to his mouth as if he’s really thinking.
“Oh, fuck off Ronan, or help me find the damn letter.” I hiss and push my arms against the metal table.
There goes my comment on how easy this shits been. I hate searching for stuff, the nagging feeling that it's somewhere easily seen just pisses me off. Why did I ever sign up for this?
“Sure.” He stands up and begins digging through the items as if I was some damn god who gave him an order.
“Wait really?” Butterflies ease through my stomach and down my legs. Dark thoughts begin festering in my mind and cause me to straighten up.
“Have I told you no since we’ve been here?” I snort and a real, low laugh leaves my lips. He’s playing at a new angle because this doesn’t sound like Ronan from a few minutes ago.
“I guess not, but you haven’t really said yes either.” His eyes meet mine and a small smile graces his lips.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Ronan
“She weakened him in a way he would never understand—taking from him as much as he took from her.”
Warmth fills my chest and eases through me. Warmth that I'm not used to.
I get lost in the smile on her face—the way her cheeks curve upward, how her eyes crease at the end and the gleam that settles there. I like it. It stirs something in me that doesn’t feel so corrupt anymore. Her smile makes me smile. It’s awkward at first, amusing to some. The dimple in my cheek settles and my ears heat with a blush. I’ve never blushed before; not when I had pussy for the first time, not when my first girlfriend said she loved me, not when I killed my own mother.
Her expression shifts as she watches me. The gleam in her eyes brightens and my lips fall just as fast as they formed. She’s forced me to feel. I haven’t felt shit since I was 12. I felt the knife as I dug it into my mother's neck, the break of each bone as it drove deeper into her flesh, the fear that seeped from her eyes. I felt when my dad ignored me, called me boy instead of Ronan, the way he looked at me when he found my mother’s body. I felt all those fucking things and then it all vanished. I didn’t feel anything but hatred and now I feel it crawling up my throat and suffocating me.Affection. Protection. Possession.
I should hate it, but I don't. If anything I'm thriving in it. Her body has become a temple for me and I plan to pray upon it everyday.
Her hatred for me has slowly turned into affection but she doesn’t want to admit it. She’s been ruined for me. She’s burned beautifully for me. Her body has submitted to me in ways she’ll never get back. She will never get away from me.
“If you keep running your mouth, you’ll be looking on your own.” I flick away one of the loose papers and it falls to the floor with a soft flutter.
I lean over and read it.
Dear Ember Bellerose,
I regret to inform you that this letter is in regard to your academic status. This decision was not made easily and with sincere concern and judgement we have dismissed you from our institute, concerning your academic performance as of recently and your affair with a professor.
Our school’s policy does not allow student to teacher relationships as it's considered unethical due to the power imbalance and other factors, which you should have read in your welcoming packet.
We encourage you to receive professional help and support during this time. It’s important to evaluate your course of action and develop a new plan to enhance your future. We sincerely hope you understand why this letter is being sent. Please leave campus immediately once receiving it.
Dean of Hillshire University
What a shitty fucking letter. I pick it up and bring it closer to my face. The paper is wrinkled and covered in lipstick kisses, each one more taunting than the last. What the hell did they want to imply putting those there? I trace over one and the lipstick stays put, not smudging like I thought it would. Whoever orchestrated these rooms this year is an absolute menace. I don’t even taunt people for their fucked up pasts.
