Page 13 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

Matt from the restaurant the other day comes up behind me. "You changed your mind, princess?" I flinch at the word princess. I turn to face him and watch his eyes slide down my face landing on the swell of my breasts.

He thinks it's cute. To me, it's the same as calling me a worthless whore.

"Fuck off, Matt. She didn't come here for that," Adam tells him, wiping his hands on his jeans.

"I doubt that, Adam. You need to worry about Zack fucking around with your little sister. It's initiation night, and she's fair game. You come; you play."

I glance at Adam, but he looks away. He knew. He wanted me to watch Melody, so she wouldn't show up or find out.

My eyes narrow on Matt, but I plaster a fake smile, making it appear to him that I'm game. Melody steps back and stands behind her brother and her sister, Madison. I reminded Melody right before we walked in that whatever happened and whatever I did, not to interfere.

I lick my bottom lip, scraping my teeth along the skin and pulling it in my mouth, slowly, watching Matt's eyes follow the movement. "Oh yeah? How does that work?" I ask, playing dumb.

I know first-hand how it works, but he doesn't know that, and without my blonde hair and normal clothes, he probably wouldn't know that I'm not from here but from Kenyan. Initiation night at an Ohio frat party means they make men out of the freshman jocks coming in. Testing to see what they can handle and can't. With pussy. Or dick. Or both. It just depends. It also lets everyone know who's easy.

Matt grins and looks around as everyone goes silent, waiting for him to answer. "Depends on what you want and what you can take."

I get closer, letting him think he will get what he wants. "Is that why you invite girls to come here? Get them drunk. Maybe a little high to see how far their legs spread." I close the rest of the space between us, sliding my hand up the stuffed crotch of his jeans, watching the lust pool in his eyes.

When I look behind Matt, I meet gray eyes glaring at me.

Alaric.

My heart begins to beat hard inside my chest. Awareness that he's watching me, causing the nerves to rattle under my skin. Reid must have called him to rescue his friend from fucking everyone inside the frat house. Valen looks between me and Alaric, knowing a storm is brewing. You can feel the tension crackling like static electricity.

I almost laugh because my hand is still on Matt's pegged jeans. I was right. Matt's cock is small, but I'm surprised, he's about six-two. Poor guy. No wonder he treats girls like he does because he lacks in the dick department.

My eyes flick to Matt's, and he has a bitter smile. "Did you think I wouldn't figure out who you were? You're Veronica Devlin and a skank. Everyone in this frat house knows who you are." He lowers his voice. "But I don't think your friends here know that. Do they?"

I'm used to it hearing the rumors about me, but it doesn't matter because I have to marry someone. Even if they don't like what they hear about me, true or not. It buys me time. I stopped caring what they all thought anyway. The man standing behind Matt saw that my reputation here and on campus at Kenyan was tarnished. It doesn't stop the guys wanting to fuck me, though. I just use it to my advantage. Like right now. I don't want Adam and his sisters to know about my past or who I really am coming from these people.

"Tell you what? I'll leave quietly, and I won't tell everyone here how small your hard cock feels in my hand.” I lean close and lick his earlobe, causing him to shudder then whisper, "It will be our little secret. Because we both know they will all believe it coming from me. The skaaank."

His eyes darken, and he leans in, placing his lips close to my cheek. "Kiss me. I will make this all go away…if you kiss me. Right now…we both get what we want."

He doesn't want me. He wants to show people he can get any girl he wants, including me. It's all a show. I don't want to kiss him. I want to rip his dick off because guys like him use girls and then talk about them like they mean nothing.

My eyes flick to Alaric briefly and then back to Matt. Stop thinking about it too much, Veronica. Remember what he did to you every time you see him. Then the words whore and disgusting fill my head like a mantra. I look at Matt's moss-green eyes, sliding my hands up his chest. He pulls me closer, and I want to cringe when I feel his small, hard cock on my belly.

He angles his head and takes my lips in a punishing kiss. He tastes like alcohol and pepperoni, and I want to gag, but anyone looking at us would never know it. It seems like I did come here because of him. His hands slide down to grip my ass under my skirt, and my eyes pop open, and I tear my lips from his, taking three steps back.

He bites his bottom lip. "Fuck."

I sink my teeth into the soft skin of my lower lip, tasting blood to mask the disgusting taste of his spit. His eyes are full of hunger and something I recognize. The predatory look that he would force himself on me if I wasn't standing in the middle of the back patio of a frat house full of people. Matt wouldn't ask. He would take.

"Adam, take Melody and Madison home," I say, without looking their way, but from the corner of my eye, I see him push Melody and Madison toward the exit, without looking at me and storming off.

Matt flicks his gaze to Zack. "You're off the team. Get your shit and get out."

"What the fuck, Matt! It's initiation night!"

"I know, and I'm the captain. You're a freshman, and you broke the rules. No girlfriends showing up on initiation night."

"What about her?" Zack points in my direction.

Matt smirks, and everyone snickers. "She's not my girlfriend. She came to play."

I walk down the sidewalk toward the bus stop. I remember where it is and know the route back to Kenyan. My babysitting duties are over, but I dread going home, so I decide to head to the dorms instead. I check the time, and a laugh almost bubbles up my throat. 1:30 a.m. This was nearly the same time I ran out of this same frat house the night with Alaric.

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