by K. G. Reuss
“I didn’t say that. I just said I wasn’t interested in fucking a D’Angelou. At least the pussy of one.”
I shot him a smirk. “I’ll fuck her pussy. You can fuck her ass.”
Levin finally locked eyes with me. “When we kill her, I want to be the one to do it. Then maybe I’ll fuck her corpse.”
“Damn. You went from one to a hundred,” I muttered.
“No dead body, no fun.” He gave me an even look and adjusted his dick in his pants.
“Why do we hang out with this fucking nut job?” I jerked my thumb at Levin.
Dominic shook his head. “Because he’s good at killing things. People. Moods. Dreams. I like that about him. Keeps shit exciting.”
“You’re both fucked up. If you’re not into getting her, I’ll do it alone.” I got to my feet, but Dominic nodded for me to sit.
“What?” I demanded, irritated at them for not jumping at the idea of Bianca.
“I’m interested. We need to do it right, though. Word is, Ivanov has been bragging about how she’s a virgin and how he’s going to pop her cherry. He was making a big deal out of it according to Gavin in the locker room. I say, we get there first." Dom licked his lips, a dark glint in his eyes.
"We just need to convince her," I said slowly, eager for the hunt I knew she'd give.
"Who said we have to convince her?" The darkness in Dom's eyes spread, morphing his face into a look of purely sinister intentions.
Levin glanced between us. "Will there be blood?"
Dom didn't tear his gaze from mine as he nodded. "Tons. And tears."
“Promise I’ll be the one to end her,” Levin said.
“Of course.” Dom nodded like discussing her murder wasn’t a big deal.
“Then I'm in." A hungry expression came over Levin's face as he rubbed his hands together. "Think she's a screamer?"
"If she's not, she will be." Dom grinned at me.
"Let's fucking do this." I was all in.
Eleven
Bianca
Fuck,” Hail hissed, grinding against me on his bed as he kissed my neck. He’d called me to his room, citing his need to see me.
It had been nearly two weeks since the incident with the kings in the dining hall. They may have saved me that day, but every day since had been a heavy petting fest with Hail. I’d spent my birthday being felt up by the maniac. He hadn’t known it was my birthday. I figured that would have translated into him thinking I needed birthday sex. I kept my head down and celebrated my eighteenth birthday alone in my room after with a chocolate bar from the vending machine.
“Touch me, Bianca.”
I grimaced and reached for him, cradling his face as he kissed me. Usually, all I needed to do was lie there while he kissed all over me. Tonight was different.
Just as fast as I put my hands on him, he rolled me onto him so I was straddling his waist.
I stared down at him, wondering what fresh hell awaited me at his hands.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. My old man finally did right by me.”
I tried not to flinch away as he sat up with me still straddling his lap and undid the buttons on my blouse.
“Hail—”
“Shut up,” he grunted. “I’ve had a bad day, Bianca. Pissing me off more by denying my needs won’t end well.” He pushed my shirt off, a first for us, and exposed my white, lacy bra.
“These really are nice,” he breathed out, squeezing one of my breasts over my bra. “At least I won’t have to spend money to get your tits done.”
I ground my teeth and looked away from him. He reached out and turned my face back to him.
“I want to see you.”
“You are seeing me,” I answered.
“No.” He chuckled softly. “I want to see you. You’re a bought and paid for commodity. I want to see what that kind of money got me.”
“Hail, please,” I whispered. “You’re screwing Stella already and God knows who else. I doubt you need to see me—”
He gripped my jaw painfully, a dark look sweeping over his features.
“Is it a problem who I fuck, Bianca? Because I have needs. If you’d spread your legs for me, I’d be using you as my dumpster instead of them.”
I tried to pull away from him, but he gripped harder.
“You’re lucky I don’t make you. You know that?” His warm breath blew across my face. He released me only to reach down and cup my ass cheeks beneath my uniform skirt. I let out a whimper of pain as he held fast, yanking me against his erection.
“I need to get off, Bianca. Stella is busy tonight. So I guess the task falls to you.”
I swallowed hard as he kissed along my neck again. I’d been a fool to think at some point it wouldn’t come to this.
He pushed my hand down to the erection straining against his pressed uniform pants.
“Feel that? That’s what you do to me, rat.”
I squeezed my eyes closed as he managed to unzip his pants. The warmth from his velvety length brushed against my hand.
“Touch me,” he instructed in a snarl. “Get me off.”
“Hail, I-I don’t, I mean, I-I’ve never—”
“Take my cock in your filthy hand and stroke me until I come. It’s either that or I fuck that pretty mouth of yours. You choose.”
I cringed as I wrapped my fingers around his long, thick length. He let out a breath and thrust into my hand. I rubbed him up and down, making sure to keep my eyes closed as he kissed my neck and lips and anywhere else he could get his mouth. He grasped and squeezed my breasts as he moaned.
“Don’t stop,” he groaned out as someone knocked on his door. “Keep going.”
I did as instructed, hoping the knocking would get me out of the situation. Instead of the person knocking again, the door opened, and Tate stepped into the room.
I immediately stopped and started to cover myself, but Hail wrapped his arm around my waist, trapping me. On instinct, I leaned into him, using his body to cover my nearly naked one. Thankfully, I’d managed to keep my bra intact during this episode of heavy petting.
If having his junk out in front of his friend bothered him, Hail made no qualms about it, opting to let his dick hang free.
“Busy?” Tate smirked, his gaze focused on me.
I peeked at him through my curtain of blonde hair, grateful I’d let it grow so long because it now acted as a shield against his prying eyes.
“A bit.” Hail chuckled softly, pulling me close.
In this instance, I didn’t mind my body mashed against his.
“Want to watch?”
I froze amid the silence, thinking Tate would never say yes.
I tensed as Tate’s weight landed on the bed next to us.
He was staying.
“Bianca,” Hail murmured, kissing along my jaw. “Finish.”
When I didn’t move, he bit my shoulder, causing me to cry out. His fingers raked through my hair, his grip tight as he tugged my head sideways.
“Fucking finish,” he snarled, shoving me away.
I toppled off the bed and onto the floor. My knees screamed in pain as they hit the hard floor. Tate and Hail both laughed as I tried to cover my body. My only saving grace was at least I still had my skirt, panties, and bra on. I eyed my shirt next to Hail. He caught me looking at it and handed it to Tate.
“If you want it, you’ll have to come get it,” Hail called out, smirking at me. “But after you finish what you started.”
I shuffled forward on my aching knees and took Hail’s dick in my hand, pumping him. I needed to get the hell out of there. Whatever it took.
He let out a low moan, his head falling back, as I worked him. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Tate had his dick out and was rubbing it.
I squeezed my eyelids closed, thinking of anything good I could think of. But Hail and Tate’s heavy breathing made it hard to focus.
A squeak left my mouth as Hail grabbed my hair and shoved my head down to his dick.
“Suck me off,” he grunted.
“Hail—”
“Suck me or fuck me, rat. Those are your choices now.” He pushed my head down once more, and I opened my mouth, silently cursing my existence as Hail’s dick slipped past my lips. I had no idea what the hell I was doing. I didn’t make it a habit to put dicks into my mouth, but it shouldn’t be hard to figure out. Hail wasn’t exactly a complex creature.
I coughed and sputtered as he shoved himself deeper into my mouth.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Bianca,” he murmured, his fingers twisting in my hair. “So clean. So perfect. So virginal. Let’s dirty you up a little. Open your mouth wider.”
I obeyed, telling myself the faster I did this, the faster I could leave. I knew I couldn’t just tell him to go to hell because my fate would be worse than enduring.
“Look at you. Hungry for my cock.” He pushed his dick deeper, making me gag as he hit the back of my throat. He didn’t relent. He thrust in and out of my mouth as Tate stroked his own cock next to us.
“Fuck, that’s good. Suck me harder. Make me come in your pretty mouth.”
I choked as he fucked my mouth, his hips thrusting up as he panted, his fingers twisted in my hair as he used me.
My eyes watered as a burst of hot fluid shot against the back of my throat.
Hail groaned loudly, emptying himself. Tate moaned beside us. At least I wouldn’t have to touch him next.
I coughed and sputtered when Hail withdrew from my mouth, his bitter taste staining my tastebuds.
He let out a soft laugh. “What’s wrong, rat?”
“N-nothing,” I answered, my hands trembling. I felt like I was going to throw up. In fact, bile burned my throat.
Hail tucked himself back into his pants and sat up. I didn’t bother looking at Tate.
“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” Hail brushed his fingers along my cheek. “You did a great job. Best blow job I’ve ever had if I’m being honest.”
I didn’t say anything. If I did, I might actually throw up.
“Kiss me.” Hail leaned in.
I pressed my lips to his, allowing him to kiss me while saying a silent prayer I’d be able to leave soon. When he seemed satisfied, he pulled away and got to his feet. I swallowed and watched as he looked out his window.
“Fallon and Drake were on their way,” Tate’s deep voice called out as he lit a cigarette.
I flinched as he reached over and brushed my hair away from my face, a strange look in his eyes.
“Tate,” Hail snarled.
Tate dropped his hand from my face, his eyes darkening as he blew out smoke from the hit he’d taken. I gave a shiver beneath a look that said more than his words ever could.
“You don’t touch her unless I say you can.” At least Hail didn’t seem as clueless as I thought he was because his voice held a threatening note to it. That offered me some small sense of safety.
“Sorry.” Tate dragged his gaze from me and turned to Hail.
Hail locked eyes with me.
“Go back to your room. It’s nearly eleven.”
I got to my feet, swaying, and glanced at Tate who held my shirt in his hand.
“C-Can I have my shirt?” I murmured, reaching out for it.
Tate chuckled and pulled it away from me.
“Walk without it, rat.”
I snapped my attention to Hail. “You said if I did that, you’d let me have my shirt.”
Hail shrugged. “Guess I lied.”
“You asshole!” I shouted.
Hail was on me in an instant, his hand meeting my face in a loud crack. My ears rang from the hit, my cheek on fire as I fell to the floor. My vision wobbled as I tried to get back to my knees.
Hail was quick to stop me as he fisted my hair.
“Tupaya pizda,” he growled in Russian. “Never speak to me that way again. Do you understand?” He gave my head a painful shake.
“Fuck you.” I reached out and caught him in the face with my hand. Probably not my best idea because it ended with a kick to my ribs. I buckled over into a painful heap, trying to suck in air.
“What did you say to me, my sewer rat?”
“I. . .said. . .fuck. You.” The words came out stilted as I tried to catch my breath.
With a ferocious snarl, Hail reached down and yanked my hair, tugging my head back.
“Tate.” Hail held out his hand. “Let me have that cigarette.”
I watched in horror as Tate handed him the lit cigarette. Hail took a hit from it and sneered down at me, a crazed look on his face.
“Remember when I said not to touch her unless I said so? Well, come hold her for me.”
I tried to scramble away as Tate got up and took hold of me.
“Let me go, you piece of shit,” I snarled, twisting and turning in his arms.
He threaded his arms through mine and pinned my back to his chest. I tried to kick Hail as he approached, a wicked glint in his eyes, but he struck my cheek again.
“You were doing so good too. I’m disappointed really.”
“Get used to it.” I spat at him.
He wiped his face and let out a soft chuckle before going to his desk and removing a roll of duct tape. I tensed against Tate, watching as Hail tore a chunk of tape off and approached me.
“What are you doing?” I choked out.
“I figure you might be a screamer.”
He pressed the strip over my mouth as I tried to escape once more. When that failed, I glared at him, vowing I’d hurt him somehow. Just like David.
Hail moved back to his desk and picked up the cigarette he’d left on the edge. I watched in horrified silence as he approached me.
“I want you to remember this moment, Bianca. I want you to remember exactly what happened and why. And the next time you consider stepping out of line or talking back, I want you to think of the pain.”
I trembled at his words as he pushed my hair away from my face.
He took another drag of the cigarette before murmuring, “It’s for your own good.”
I screamed against the tape on my mouth as he pushed the burning tip against my collarbone. The smell of my singed flesh made the nausea roil in my guts. I squirmed and howled behind the tape as Tate held me tight and Hail continued his onslaught. When he’d successfully injured me long enough, he pulled away and ran his fingers down my cleavage, his eyes dark.
“You have amazing tits.” He grasped one and gave it a painful squeeze. “But the next time you fuck up, I’ll burn them off.” He released my breast only to clamp his fingers harshly to my jaw. “Do you understand?”
I nodded miserably, my tears hot on my face, my fight gone.
“If you say one word to anyone about anything that happens between us, no one will ever find your body.” He yanked the tape from my mouth in one fluid motion.
I let out a soft cry and sagged back against Tate.
“Take your shirt and get the fuck out. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Hail tossed my shirt at me.
I barely was able to catch it as Tate released me. I slipped it on with shaky hands and hurried to the door before tugging it open.
“Oh, and, rat?”
I looked back at Hail through tear-soaked eyes.
“You really do know how to suck dick.”
Their laughter followed me as I scrambled from the room. Humiliation rose in me as I staggered down the long hall. I was dizzy. Sick. My face and head ached. The burn on my shoulder screamed to be cooled off. I couldn’t see straight. I knew I had to appear a mess with my hair tangled and mascara running. Despite the halls being empty, I kept my head down, focusing on my feet as I tried to hurry.
I’d made it to the end of the hall, my head down, when I ran into something. Or rather, someone.
“What the fuck?” Dominic called out, his warm hands shooting out to steady me as I stumbled back. “Christ. Bianca?”
I shook him off and tried to push past him, but he grabbed my elbow and p
ulled me to a stop. He placed his finger beneath my chin and lifted my face up.
He sucked in a sharp breath when he saw my face. “What happened?”
I shook my head, unable to keep the tears at bay.
“What the fuck did they do to you?”
“N-Nothing—”
“You don’t need to lie to me. Tell me what they did.”
I let out a sob that shook my body. He released my face and took his blazer off, draping it around my shoulders as I shivered.
“I-I need to go.”
“You don’t. Tell me what happened.” Dominic’s soft Italian accent sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach. He’d let down his tough exterior and acted like a human for a moment. “Let me help.”
“You can’t help me,” I whispered. “Please don’t try.”
I shoved past him, his blazer landing with a plop on the floor behind me, while I rushed down the hall to the elevator. When I turned around, my heart jumped in my chest. Dominic stood where I’d left him, his pretty eyes locked on me, a fierce expression on his face that made shivers crawl down my spine.
If anyone could help me, it might be him. The tiny voice in my head practically screamed at me.
But what I needed was to rule, not get on my knees for more pricks.
Even I wasn’t stupid enough to not realize that if I wanted to be on top, I might have to get on my knees.
I still hadn’t managed to get any information on my dad from Hail, but it may be because talking to him make me ill. It was more than that though. I couldn’t let this be my life.
I needed a plan before Hail ended up hurting me more. Or worse.
Twelve
Levin
I glanced up from the book I was reading as Dominic stormed into my dorm looking pissed off as fuck.
“Knock much?” I muttered, going back to my book.
“Ivanov hurt Bianca.”
I continued to read even though my guts clenched. “So?”
“He hit her. Her face was fucked up from it. I’m sure he did more than that to her, but she wouldn’t talk to me.” He paced the length of my suite, a muscle feathering along his jaw.