Deviant: Black Mountain Academy

by Dani René

  His hands are on me in the next second, one gripping my neck, holding me in place, while the other snakes down between my thighs, and he finds what he’s looking for. My panties, which are wet.

  “Did you like showing off to me like that?” he questions as embarrassment takes hold of me. I can’t answer though because his confident fingers explore my center, and I’m hyperaware that his brother is inches from me.

  “Fuck you, Elian Donati,” I bite out. He grins at me as he hovers over me. Ahren can’t see anything, but embarrassment still heats my cheeks.

  “Did you want to show Ahren what’s mine?” His voice is low, gravelly as it vibrates through his chest. Tears spring to my eyes as his hand taunts me. Dipping inside me, he finger-fucks me on the table while the dark stare to my left watches.

  “No.” My voice is croaky, but I finally voice my response to him. “I don’t.”

  “Good,” he growls, the words vibrating over my lips as he leans in. “Get the fuck out, brother. I have to sort something out.” His order is clear, but he doesn’t relent. He continues opening me, his hand moving so fast I can hear my wetness. which only has my cheeks burning hotter, and I’m sure I’m bright red.

  Ahren moves. I see his face passing from the dining room and out toward where the living room is, but his stare was hot on me. A blush creeps down my neck, down to my chest, and it takes hold of every inch of me as Elian crooks his fingers, pressing that spot inside me that has me screaming as my release hits me.

  My thighs shake, my body trembles, and my toes curl as I attempt to claw the table to find purchase, and all thoughts of embarrassment and shyness fade into black as sparks dance across my eyelids.

  And for a moment, I’m lost in bliss.

  30

  HIM

  THE PRESENT

  Filth.

  Disgusting filth.

  Rage boils through me as the memory of her takes hold. She ran away, but I was always here, following, watching, waiting. I have had to bide my time, but what she doesn’t realize is that her precious lover is nothing but a liar. Perhaps that’s why they’re so good together. They’re both cut from the same cloth.

  I move through her bedroom, opening the drawer where I find lacy panties I’m sure she wears for him. Picking up one pair, I bring it to my nose, knowing it won’t have her scent on it, but I can only imagine. The memory of that night burns brightly.

  If only she’d remember. If only she’d shut her eyes and see my face. I know she feels me watching. My cock hardens as I pull it from my sweatpants. Wrapping the lace around the shaft, I stroke myself, remembering her being taken in his bedroom. I wonder if she’s ever fucked him on his desk in the classroom. It’s the only place I can’t see her.

  My hand moves faster, the delicate material sending waves of pleasure through my body. Grinning as I feel my release nearing, I jerk my dick until my release coats the material, and euphoria of tarnishing her perfectly made up lie overwhelms me. Jet after jet spurts all over her underwear, and I can’t help but grin as I empty myself over the panties she’ll have against her pretty whore cunt.

  Wiping myself clean, I set the messed underwear into the drawer, and I shut it before righting myself. She’ll come home, and I know she won’t look in there until morning. And when she does, I hope she’s as disgusted by it as I am by her.

  Soon, little girl. So, fucking soon.

  31

  Elian

  I sit down on the sofa while Arabella joins me. Ahren’s seated across from us on the armchair, a drink in hand as he smirks over at me. But there are still questions in his eyes. He knows she’s also from Miami, where we’re from. And I know I’ll have to answer to him soon, but not right now.

  Now I can focus on my girl. Arabella enjoys being degraded, but I haven’t even taken her that step further. With Ahren, I know she’s safe. She doesn’t need anything more because that fucking orgasm she had on the dinner table nearly took me over the edge with her. I have a feeling my brother wasn’t happy to leave us alone.

  The last time we were together with a woman in the same room, it was her, and that was a fucking mistake. I helped my little deviant to her feet, righting her dress and sitting her on the chair, and I could still feel her tremble.

  I drape my arm across the back of the sofa, my one hand on her shoulder, and I lean in before pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek. “Next time you want to taunt me, remember this night and what I did to you,” I warn her. “Because if you try to top me from the bottom, I will do worse to return the favor.” My voice is drenched in a promise, and even though I’m sure she won’t take a chance again, my cock is hard at the possibility of fucking her in front of her whole goddamned class.

  “You’re ridiculous,” she tells me, but all I do is chuckle in response.

  “You both should go out to the cabin,” Ahren says suddenly. “It will be nice out there this weekend.” I consider this for a moment, and I’m tempted to refuse him. I wouldn’t mind heading out of town, taking Arabella to the middle of nowhere so I can make her scream my name even more.

  “Cabin?” Her eyes widen as she looks over at me, and I realize my brother just threw me under the fucking bus. She looks excited, and I realize I’m going to have to take her.

  “Yeah, our family has a cabin out in the woods, beautiful with a waterfall.” He lays it on thick. Asshole. Ignoring my glare, he continues. “You could leave Saturday morning. Come back on Sunday night. Ask your aunt and see if she’ll allow it.”

  “I’m sure she won’t mind. But I would like that.” Arabella’s voice is filled with excitement, and even though I’m tempted to squash it, I know I can’t because I want her to be happy. Which is ridiculous because I wanted her to pay for her father’s sins. But, once again, I wonder if he is still alive, and if he is, that may be a hinderance to what I’m developing with her.

  “Sure.” Even though I’m not sure she even knows where he is, I can use her to lure him out. “I’ll drive us up there this weekend.” And as the night wears on, my mind continues playing out scenarios of just how I can finally get my revenge.

  My brother is fucking ridiculous with his bright ideas. Taking her on a romantic weekend getaway isn’t going to change the fact that we’re just fucking. Forbidden with benefits. But when he brought it up at dinner a few days ago, Arabella seemed so excited to get out of town, and we haven’t had time alone together. Maybe I can finally confess my reasons for being here, for knowing her. But if I did tell her the truth, there’s no doubt she’d hate me.

  And why would I have a problem with that? I don’t fucking know.

  Each day that passes, she’s burrowing herself into my life, into my mind. And even though I know I can’t fall for her, something’s happening. The need to protect her has overtaken me, and I want to lock her in my bedroom and keep her there.

  My phone buzzes as I make my way to the garage and I notice my call ahead to have the cabin stocked with food and drinks has been completed. I haven’t had time to go up there in a while, and I know the place had been empty for a couple of months.

  At the car, I shove my bags into the trunk and shut it before heading to the driver’s door. Once I’m seated, I start the engine and head down the drive to the gate. My plan is to take Arabella to the cabin. It’s our family’s private residence, and we’ll have some quiet time to get to know each other.

  The night she got arrested seems to be a block for her, but more than that, I have a feeling she may know where her dad is. If she does, I’ll hopefully be able to coax it out of her while gifting her with endless orgasms. All I need to do is remind myself she’s nothing more than a pawn in this game.

  When I pull up to the house, Arabella is standing at the gate, her face a picture of worry as I come to a stop and she races toward the car. She shoves the small suitcase into the trunk before pulling open the passenger side door. The moment she’s beside me, her breath whooshes from her lips.

  “What the hell is wrong?” I stare at
her, taking in the anxiety etched all over her pretty face. I can’t deny she’s beautiful. It’s not something I should be noticing, but I’d have to be blind not to see it.

  “Nothing,” Arabella breathes before she offers me a smile. But it doesn’t meet her eyes, and I know something is wrong.

  “I don’t like lies, little deviant,” I grit out, my fingers squeezing the fucking steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white.

  “I just … it feels like someone is watching me,” she finally admits, and I can’t deny my blood burns hot. “And …” Her words taper off when she twists her hands in her lap, sending my rage through the fucking roof.

  “And fucking what, Arabella?”

  “The other night, after dinner,” she starts, lifting those stormy eyes to mine. “Well, the next morning, I found … I mean …” I’m about to grab her and shake the information from her, but then she whispers, “I found a mess in my underwear drawer.”

  All I see is red. My rage is at boiling point. “What?”

  “It’s as if someone … It was all dried, but it wasn’t something I’d dropped in there.”

  Starting the engine, I pull out onto the road, the tires squealing against the tar, and we shoot forward, zero to fucking sixty in a milli-fucking-second.

  “Elian,” Arabella tries to call to me, but I’m too enraged to think straight. My focus on the road ahead blurs, and I know I should pull over, but I don’t. Instead, I race for the highway which will take us out of Black Mountain and up toward the cabin. She doesn’t try again. She doesn’t touch me. We just sit in silence as I simmer at what she just said.

  We’re nearing the cabin when I finally speak, attempting to keep my voice calm. “Why didn’t you tell me the day it happened?”

  “I was scared. I don’t know.” She lifts her watery gaze to mine. “I think I know who it is, and … I’m not sure he’s going to stop.” Her admission makes every part of me go rigid.

  I kill the engine when we get to the cabin and turn toward her. “I want all the details. His name, age, where he lives, anything you know about him. Am I understood?” I’ll sort the bastard out. He’ll never come near her again.

  I push open the door and exit the vehicle, making my way toward her side. Offering her my hand, she accepts with a small smile, and I know I need to distract her from what happened. This is a good thing. But the problem is, it’s all my fucking fault she’s in this mess.

  Inside the cabin, I watch as Arabella moves through the comfortable living room, which is furnished with soft couches and bean bags. We used to party out here, but since I started teaching, my focus had shifted from parties to revenge.

  The girl before me spins on her heels, meeting my stare. “This is perfect,” she tells me with a grin on her face. The haunted look she had in the car has dissipated, but I’m certain it will return.

  Unless I do something.

  32

  Arabella

  He has a smirk across his lips, but there’s emotion shining in his eyes I can’t quite put my finger on. It could be guilt, or worry, I’m not sure.

  “It’s one of my favorite places.” Elian moves toward me, stopping inches from me. “We’re alone here.” His words skitter over my skin, making me shiver. “And nobody can hear you scream my name.”

  “Is that a promise?” I tease, twining my arms around his neck, and I hold on as he lifts me against him. My legs wrap around his waist, but he doesn’t walk us into the bedroom. Instead, he settles on the couch, leaving me straddling him.

  “Tell me your secrets, little deviant,” he says, not entirely a question, but also not an order. “I want to know you. Tell me about your folks, about you growing up.”

  He seems genuinely curious. I open my mouth to respond, but I’m not sure how. The reminder of why I came to Black Mountain flicks through my mind, bringing with it the heartache I’ve shoved down into the recesses of my soul.

  “If I talk about it, I’ll only break down.”

  “Let me see you,” Elian pleads. Cupping my face in both hands, he pulls me toward him, bringing our mouths within inches of each other. “I want to see you bared for me.”

  “I can only do it physically.”

  “That doesn’t work for me, little deviant,” he says confident. “I want it all. Every dark part of you.” His hands release my face, and one moves to my neck, the other trails down and grips one of my breasts. Elian squeezes harshly, stealing my breath along with sending pleasure skittering through me. “Give me everything.” He practically growls the command, and I feel it. Something deep inside me breaks loose from the box I’d put it in, and tears spring to my eyes. “Did Daddy hurt you, sweetheart?” Elian coos. “Did he make you cry?” Another question as his one hand releases my breast and grips my hip, moving me over his hardening cock.

  Tears trickle from my eyes when I think about the funeral. The words my mother muttered were nothing more than fabricated emotion. Just like the woman herself. She didn’t want me. She never loved Dad. All she wanted was the fame that came with being a politician’s wife.

  “Tell me, deviant,” Elian says. “I want it all.”

  “My father died. He was killed, and I never got to say goodbye,” I finally spit out as anger overtakes the pain, but Elian’s hands don’t relent. His grip on my neck is still harsh, along with the way his hand moves me over his crotch. “And I was taught not to feel.”

  “Feel this,” he says, lifting his hips to press against my core. “That’s real. Not some fucking rule about not feeling emotion.”

  “My mother didn’t like my tears. She never enjoyed seeing my pain or listening to my heartbreak.” I don’t know why, but the admission falls from my lips. His fingers grip my hips, his rough fingertips sending shivers through me as he holds me like I’m a fragile doll. His possessive hold cutting the safety net that I’d so perfectly laid my pain under.

  “She’s a fucking liar,” Elian sneers as if he knows her personally. “Emotion is what makes us feel alive. The happiness and the sadness,” he continues as he taunts me with pleasure and steals my breath.

  “How do you know?” I whisper, and we both still. Our gazes locked. My mouth still inches from his. “How can living with heartbreak make you feel alive? I just want to be numb. This here,” I say as I roll my hips, giving me the friction, I crave. “That’s the only thing that ever made sense to me. The night I was arrested, most people think it’s because I was partying it up ...”

  “Close your eyes,” he orders, and I do. I obey him like I’ve done so many times before. “Tell me what happened that night.” He pulls me against him, my head resting on his shoulder, and I can smell the spicy scent of his cologne.

  “I … I … I broke into his house.” The truth tumbles free from my lips.

  “Whose house?”

  Sighing, I realize I have to tell him. Tears fall from my lashes, wetting my face, but I don’t swipe them away. I’m once again obeying Elian and allowing the pain to take hold of me. “When I was sixteen, there was a boy I crushed on. He was the quarterback of our school team. Perfect in every way, but I learned that night, perfection didn’t exist.”

  Elian goes rigid under me, and I picture his face painted with rage. I’m not sure why, but it pushes me to continue with my story. The same story I’d locked up tight along with my father’s death.

  “We went back to his place after the game. I thought I’d be the special girl he took to prom. I wanted to be his high school sweetheart.” A humorless laugh tumbles from my lips. “But he was convinced with a couple of glasses of wine I’d be up for anything.”

  “Arabella …”

  “I wasn’t like that. Not then anyway. He broke me, tore me open, and I was never the same. I couldn’t tell anyone because my mother would’ve blamed me, and my dad, he would’ve killed the boy. I couldn’t have my dad going to jail. I loved him.”

  “So, you stayed silent,” Elian whispers, and I nod against his shoulder. “And the bastard is the one
you feel is now stalking you?” Another nod, and more tears fall. Elian’s arms wrap around me gently, pulling me closer as he stops all movement. He doesn’t say anything more. We sit in silence as the day turns to night, but his warmth calms me after a long while. I haven’t broken down like this before, but having him near me, holding me safely, I allow myself to break.

  When he finally stands, lifting me along with him, he takes me to the kitchen where he sets me on a stool and heads to the fridge. Elian opens two beers, setting one down for me, and he swigs the other. Silently, we move through the kitchen making dinner. As we sit and eat, Elian seems distracted, angry. Just before eleven, he walks back into the living room from the bathroom dressed in a pair of sweatpants.

  “Come here, sweetheart,” he says with his hand reached out to me. When I close the distance, he takes me, and we walk into the bedroom.

  I’m nervous. I never once expected to admit the truth of that night to him, but here I am. Elian turns to me, a small, almost sad smile curves his lips.

  “Take all your clothes off and lie back on the bed.”

  I do as he says. When I’m comfortable, he takes me in like he did the first time we had sex. And then, he moves onto the mattress, kneeling at the foot end as he takes each of my legs, planting gentle kisses on my ankles, trickling them up to my inner thighs.

  He mimics his actions on both sides before he reaches my pussy, and his mouth turns me into a trembling mess. His tongue darts inside me while his fingers taunt my entrance. He holds my pussy open for his tongue and teeth to lick and bite at me.

  Slowly, he dips two fingers into me, and I almost shoot off the bed when his teeth latch onto the bundle of nerves at my center. His talented kisses send me screaming over the edge. Fragments of bliss spark through me as I scream out his name.