Page 30 of Sold to the Devil
She lets out a squeal of excitement and grabs my hand, dragging me out of her dorm before I can even protest. I ask her where she's taking us, but she doesn't answer and continues to pull me out of building F. I tense up when she enters building G and I finally realize where we're going.
I didn't think she would make me do it right away!
Before I can stop her, she stops in front of dorm number 210 and knocks on the door. It opens shortly after and blue eyes glance at my cousin in confusion before settling on me and softening.
“Girls? Is everything okay?” He asks worriedly, scanning us for any injuries, though his gaze lingers longer on me than on Nancy.
The latter smiled at him broadly and innocently before pushing him away and entering his dorm, dragging me behind her.
“Well, go ahead and make yourself at home, Hewloc,” he mutters, chuckling.
He closes the door and faces us, crossing his arms over his chest, waiting for one of us to speak. My eyes are still wide with shock, and I look at Nancy, silently begging her to talk or get me out of here.
I'm not sure.
She smirks before focusing on Tom. He raises a questioning eyebrow, encouraging her to say what she has to say.
“We need a favor, Tommy boy. Oh don't worry, you'll like it!” She adds, rolling her eyes at his dark gaze.
“What kind of favor?” He questions, eyeing my cousin suspiciously.
At least he has an instinct for self-preservation against my harpy cousin…
“You should kiss Aelys and give her a hickey or two,” she shrugs as if she'd just asked him the weather.
Tom's eyes nearly pop out of their sockets at her words, and I look down at my feet in embarrassment, blushing like a peony. He tries to speak but can't seem to find the right words and my cousin giggles in amusement.
“Relax, this is just to get back at your asshole brother. He fucked another girl last night,” sheexplains.
I glance at Tom from under my eyelashes and see the surprise leave his face and anger take its place. His gaze falls on me, his eyes soften slightly and then he sighs.
“Do you want me to do it, darling? I won't agree to do it if you're not 100% on board with the idea.”
Nancy claps her hands, a victorious smile on her red lips as she backs toward the door. “Well, I'll let you talk about it and maybe move on with the plan. Bye!”
I glare at her as she winks at me and closes the door behind her as she practically runs out of the dorm. I sigh, avoiding meeting Tom's piercing gaze.
“Darling, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. Nancy always has completely crazy ideas, you know how she is,” he rolls his eyes.
I laugh, nodding my head. She's crazy, but she's right. I have to make Mattheo regret what he did to me. Well, at least get back at him in kind of the same way. I lift my chin, trying to appear confident, while Tom watches me closely, his eyes soft but worried.
“He's started a game, and I want to play too. I want to show him I'm done with his bullshit. But first, I want to clarify something,” I sigh, looking out the window, watching the leaves dance in the cool September wind. I clear my throat before continuing. “It doesn't mean anything, Tom. I care about you, but not like this. I'm sorry…”
I hear him move, and soon enough, I feel his hand cup my cheek before forcing me to look at him in a gentle but firm gesture. He smiles and his thumb tenderly caressesmy cheek.
“I know, darling. You’re not mine and you never will be,” he sighs softly before resting his forehead against mine and closing his eyes. “I’ve made peace with that. I know you’re attracted to my brother and I don’t blame you,” he murmurs. “Your soul is too pure, too gentle. You already care about him because you want to see the good in him. I hope you find it.”
He sighs again before pulling away slightly, his irises search me carefully. “Are you sure you want to do this, darling?”
I bite my lower lip nervously before nodding softly, and his lips meet mine in a tender kiss. They are soft and move quickly against mine. He licks my lower lip, silently asking for entrance, and I let him in. His tongue meets mine, and the kiss becomes more passionate. He pours out all of his feelings for me, and I know he's doing it as a way to let me go, knowing he should move on after this kiss because I'm not his and never will be, like he said.
My hands find his hair and tug on the black curls, making him moan into my mouth and deepen the kiss even more. His hands move down to my thighs and he lifts me up, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his erection against me and I want more, but I know it's a bad idea.
He gently places me on his bed, his body positioning itself above mine without breaking the kiss. Soon the need for air becomes too great and he leaves my lips, trailing his down my jaw and then to my neck.
I moan softly when I feel his tongue caress my skin and his teeth nibble at me. He begins to suck on my skin, leaving a hickey forming there. He moves to another spot on my neck and begins to make another before pulling back, resting his forehead against mine again as he gasps. His blue eyes meet mine before he closes them, and we stay that way for a moment until he lies down next to me and pulls me closer, holding me in his arms.
I let him, knowing he needs it to let me go later, but also because I feel safe in his embrace. We stay like that for a while, in silence, just enjoying each other's presence.
