Dirty Dark Prey: A Dark College Bully Romance (Elite Royal University Duet Book 2)

by L. J. Woods

  Plopping in one of the wheeled chairs in front of the large switchboard, I narrow my focus on the papers on top of it. It's lyrics in Isaac’s handwriting and they’re actually ... really good.

  Swivelling on the chair, I read them over. They’re dark and haunting. Beautiful. A smile settles on my face. They're like my designs.

  It’s clear we inspire each other. Or at least whatever the hell we had did.

  Reading over the chorus again, my eyes land on the ‘play’ button and the song that comes out surprises me. It’s nothing I’ve heard him work on before.

  It still has the hypnotizing melody we know Isaac for, but that haunting vibe comes through. Like beauty and the beast. My head nods to the beat without even telling it to and with my eyes on the paper, I start to sing them to the rhythm.

  It takes me a few tries to get the notes that go with the flow of the music, but his words tell me when to stop and go. Like I can hear Isaac’s voice as I lead into the chorus. When to slow down, when to let a note hang. A smile sits on my face the whole time. I haven’t had this much fun since I started those designs.

  “I was fucking right.”

  I jump when I hear his voice, slapping the paper back on the soundboard as I swivel around to him. He’s leaning on the door, arms crossed with a smile on his face. His song still plays in the background until I hit ‘pause.’ “What’re you doing here, I thought—”

  “Forgot my passport.” He wiggles a little blue booklet in his hand, slapping it against the other. That sound and motion only remind me of the way he used to use those hands on me. Then he moves inside. “And, shouldn’t I be asking you what you’re doing in here?”

  “I saw the door open and I—Nevermind I was leaving. Sorry.” He sits in the chair next to me and when I rise, his hand goes around my wrist.

  The flitters in my core ignite into a storm.

  “Stay.” His eyes lock with mine and he doesn’t look demanding. He looks … okay a little demanding but that glimmer in his eye tells me he wants me here.

  A smile tugs at my lips as I settle into the seat. “Isaac Johnson asking me to stay in his studio? Wait, I’m not a studio ho.”

  “Unless you wanna be, ‘cause I can make it happen, baby.” He gives me a quick wink and when I roll my eyes, it’s hard to hide my smile.

  He releases me, hitting play on the song and while it warms me to hear it again, my wrist has never felt so cold.

  “Baby? Does that shit really work?” I give him the same line I gave him when we first met and he must notice because he whips those eyes back to me.

  “You tell me,” he smirks.

  Damn him and that charming look.

  I’m trying to hide how his words flutter my insides, moving from my stomach between my legs. But that’s when I notice I’m twirling my hair again. Like a basic bitch. I also notice my hair looks as messy as he left it some moments ago.

  He takes the lyrics, my wrist is in his hold again for a second. “Whatever you were doing, do it again.”

  No way. “No, I—”

  “Do. It. Again.” He swivels my seat towards him, both hands landing on my thighs as I grab the paper. He leans closer, his lips coming a few inches from mine and that smell envelopes me. Comforts me.

  His eyes fall to my lips before he scrolls them up to my eyes. “Or do I have to make you?”

  “What about SilkyKitty?” My voice shakes, his minty breath landing on my lips.

  “Fuck SilkyKitty. I want to work with you. I knew I did from the moment I met you and coming back to see you sitting in here, doing magic to this song … I’d be stupid to work with anyone else.” His chair still pointed at me, he reaches over to restart the music. “Now, do it again.”

  I don’t need the lyrics. They’re already locked in my head and when I hear that music rise, I start singing his words.

  I get to the chorus before he tells me to pause, then he adjusts a few things and tells me to start again.

  It happens like this a few more times but when I finally hit that chorus, a huge grin grows across his face. And I can’t hide mine. There’s a vibe in the room I can’t explain like magic colliding with the stars. And it’s so addicting I can stay here singing over this melody forever.

  He has me in the booth within the hour and I tackle a couple of recordings like a pro. It's like I'm Beyonce or Ariana Grande, killing it in the studio with a musical legend.

  “Can you hit that note higher?” His voice comes through the intercom, pausing the music again.

  My hand comes to my throat. “Can I get some water? This impromptu session has me parched."

  “Can you hit that note?” he asks again. Sighing, I try again but that only gets another demand. “Higher. I'm gonna need you to go higher, baby.”

  “I’m gonna need some water.”

  “Not until you hit that note, don’t get lazy on it.”

  "I'm not being lazy." I blink. "I'm thirsty."

  "You're almost there. Don't cop-out."

  My eyes narrow. “Isaac … What about water do you not understand? I know your overprivileged ass doesn’t get your own stuff but can you please—Where are you going?”

  He gets up from his seat, moving towards the booth. When he gets inside, he leans on the door, crossing his arms. So I stand up to face him. "What?"

  “Want me to make you hit that note?” He takes a step closer. And I take a step back but he keeps going, all the tension between us building up into this small, soundproof room. "You know I will."

  His chest hits mine before his hands slam on either side of my head. "How badly do you want me to hit that note?"

  "So. Fucking. Bad." Isaac brings his lips close to mine. Less of an inch between us and I can feel the heat coming off him. "If you want me to. Just say it."

  My heart pounds like his metronome, his scent suffocating me and I can’t contain it anymore. I want him. I crave him. There’s no hiding it. My voice comes out a murmur. “Make me.”

  Like the water I crave, I’m expecting his lips to come crashing into mine, giving me a release. One that's been building up for days. Weeks.

  But his hand comes around my throat instead. “Then say it.”

  My lips beg me to close the distance but his grip around me is tight enough to hold me back until he gets what he wants. “I want you to make me.”

  “No, not that.” His thumb sweeps across my lip, his chest landing on mine. I know he can feel my quickening heart pounding against his chest. And when he brings his lips a wee bit closer, he pushes his thumb in my mouth. “Say it.”

  Fuck. Fuck me. “I want you.”

  A smirk comes across his face and I swear I can already feel them. “Who do you want?”

  “I want you, Isaac." My voice trembles like I can already feel him inside me.

  “King Isaac,” he corrects.

  “King I—” Those lips, finally land on mine, a sigh leaving my mouth like he's quenching my thirst.

  The entire room breaks apart and the only thing keeping me from shooting off into the sky is him.

  He kicks my feet apart, my wrists raising above my head while he keeps them together with one hand. “Say it again,” he groans against my lips and I try, believe me, I try but his thumb lands on my clit and sparks shoot through me.

  “I want you, Isaac,” I murmur as he rubs my clit in circles, making me sing his name. “I want you so fucking bad.”

  He growls, his hardening shaft against my leg and my body arches forward to him. But he flips me around, knowing where I want his hands and when. On my ass, through my hair and pulling like he’s not afraid to see me hurt. He’s proven that.

  “How bad?” He pulls my ass towards him before his hand lands hard on my ass, a blissful sting fuelling this fire.

  “So fucking bad,” I moan, loving how he makes me work for it like I’m getting all his tension. Our tension. Our past. Our pain. He tugs on my strands, his cock pressing between my folds and I’m so wet he can slide it in with ease. I'm
panting like I'm begging for it, pleading for it. So I do. “Please, fuck me.”

  "How bad?" He tugs harder, my lips touching his. “So bad you’ll be my girl? So bad you won’t even think about looking at another guy without imagining my cock deep inside you?” Then harder, his hand dropping from my wrist to my throat. “So bad you’ll kill for me?”

  “I’ll die for you.” The words fall from my lips and I hear how crazy it sounds but it doesn't feel like a lie. And that scares me. “Fuckkkk yesssss.” His cock inside me breaks away that fear, filling me with a wholeness I never thought I’d feel again.

  His throbbing length bottoms out inside me as he keeps me upright against him, my back to his chest. “You’re mine, Lexi,” he growls. “Every inch of you. Every part of you. Do you feel that?”

  “I feel how bad you want me too.” My ass bounces against him, his hips smacking against my ass. With the room soundproof it feels like we're in space, in our bubble. In our own world.

  A mic pops in my face and it's only then I realize he’s unleashed me from his hold. "Ready to hit that note?"

  “Are you—” My response cuts short as he pulls out, then drives into me harder. And harder until I don’t care that there’s a mic in my face. Until he gets that note he wants. Until I see fucking heaven.

  My walls tighten around him as he lets out a groan that makes me come hard on his shaft. And like the first time, he holds me, my sweaty body shaking against his. He shoots inside me, his warmth filling me and I can't contain the smile plastered on my face.

  His lips land on the back of my neck as I sway down to reality. Then he flips me over like a doll. His mannequin. He plants his lips on mine, my body spasming with pleasure and … happiness.

  Bliss.

  When I open my eyes, it’s hard not to check if I’m dreaming, a dazed look in his eye. "So, how was that note?"

  He smirks, wrapping my legs around him as he pulls me over to the chair in the booth. “We need to hit that again."

  Thirty-Two

  Isaac

  “This is a business meeting, right?”

  Lexi turns to me in baggy black velvet bottoms, her brown hair in waves falling to one side.

  But that’s not what has my tongue between my teeth. The delicate lace corset she wears under that long black velvet shawl makes her look like a sexy dark queen. Ethereal, exquisite and elegant.

  “Because it feels like a date.” She walks over to me in her strappy stilettos and my muscles tense as I fight the urge to rip it all off.

  Her smokey eye has a dash of gold, pairing with plump red lips and Lexi looks all kinds of delicious. Fitting for a Queen.

  “If I was going on a date with my girl, I wouldn’t make her bring ten of her new designs.” Tying my black bowtie, I turn to the tall standing mirror. Eyeing her in the reflection, my gaze wanders to her breasts sitting high in that lacy corset.

  My girl.

  I'm like corny-ass Perez when I say it, but it still brings a warmth to my chest, like it was always meant to be this way.

  Her lip slips behind her teeth, her eyes bouncing over my suit, silk dress-shirt unbuttoned below my pecs. “For a business meeting, we both look a little—”

  “Amazing?” I wink.

  “Over-dressed.”

  “No such thing in Eden.” My hand swings to her ass and she jumps. I smirk. “Let’s get you paid for your hard work. Then you can thank me later.”

  Pulling her closer by her ass, she melts into my kiss. “I can thank you now,” she murmurs against my lips.

  But then we’d never make it out of here.

  My phone chimes as we make our way to the door, thanking Anna for placing all the designs in the town car. The notifications spell out more comments from the SoundSky streaming app.

  “When can we get the single?”

  “Who is this girl??”

  “THIS IS AMAZING!”

  We spent all weekend working on the track in the studio. As well as working on other things.

  With the excitement buzzing between us, we agreed to release a surprise demo under my account. What we didn’t expect was the large reception it got. People fucking love it.

  “If that’s one of your groupies, tell them you’re very occupied.”

  When I look up, Lexi’s waiting at the door next to Anna, her phone in hand, the screen lit up. “And you can tell those assholes if they utter a word to you, I’ll kill ‘em.”

  “These assholes kinda want more of you,” Lexi says. She glances at Anna like she’s afraid of saying any more.

  Anna must get the hint because she excuses herself, stopping to look between us. “You guys look ready for a red carpet." She smiles, patting my back. "Enjoy your night.”

  “Enjoy your night off,” I tell Anna as she heads inside the mansion. Then my gaze swings back to Lexi and the heat in the room rises again. “Now, what about these assholes?”

  “It’s PleasureChat,” Lexi explains. “The video we accidentally aired on my stream. People really like it. It has my most views."

  “Of course they did.” My hand comes to the small of her back, sparks spreading through my arm as my hand settles on her bare skin.

  “Hey, that show was all me.”

  “That song was all you.” The driver closes the door once we’re in the car, Lexi scooting over to me. My arm comes around her and it’s like we’ve been doing this for ages. It’s natural. Comforting. “You’re already blowing up.”

  Lexi’s grin spreads across her face, her diamond eyes sparkling even in the dark. “Looks like we make a hell of a team.”

  “Especially when I’m making you hit those notes.” She rolls her eyes but I pull her closer to me before I ask the next question on my mind. “You gonna keep up the PleasureChat?”

  “Why? You still think I’m a slut for doing it?”

  “Now that you’re my slut, and the world knows it, I can live with it.” Her head lands on my shoulder. “But don’t you want something more?”

  She stalls like she’s thinking about it as we cruise down Eden streets. Then she shrugs. “For now, it’s all I have until I figure out my career.”

  So here’s hoping tonight changes all that.

  In a short drive, we’re pulling up to Eden Palace, a venue that looks like a castle.

  "Holy fuck!" Lexi’s head whips around, rising off my shoulder. “Is that Tate Bingham? Bo Travis?” A red carpet leads up to the large doors, columns on each side. A horde of paparazzi stands by the doors, photographing arrivals. “They’re A-list designers. Why the hell would they be here?”

  The driver opens the door and I speak first. “I have to stop in for one thing.” Her warm hand lands in mine as I help her out of the car. “But it’s better you come with me. The paps are savage after you won that trial.”

  She hesitates, looking at the crowd building at the door. Then her eyes drop to her outfit. "I guess I can show this off.”

  But I’m excited to get to show her off.

  “Isaac is that her!?”

  “When is your single coming out?”

  “Is she the girl!?”

  We’re halfway to the door when the paps surround us and questions fire off. So I give them an Isaac Johnson answer.

  With my arm under her waist, I dip her towards the ground and plant my lips on hers. The cameras flashing make me feel like I’m rising to the sun, her warmth on me, the crowd around us blurring.

  I’ve been sober for months. But the feeling I get when I’m with Lexi is better than any high I’ve ever felt. She looks a little stunned when our lips part, and it takes me a second to come back to earth too. Always does. But when I do, I grab her hand and head inside.

  "What was ..." Once we’re through the doors, she pulls on my arm, taking a step back. “No fucking way.”

  My brows lower before I follow her gaze to the sign in the grand foyer.

  Shit.

  Taking a step towards her, she backs away. “Listen, it’ll be fine. You’ll be fin
e.”

  Slipping out of my hand, she shakes her head. "You said this was a business meeting." Something stops her from backing up anymore.

  “Lexi?”

  She cranes her neck behind her and Ray glares into her eyes.

  Lexi

  The ERU fashion show is the last place I want to be.

  What’s worse? I still haven’t made amends with Ray and here she is behind me.

  My body stiffens and when I spin around, I'm ready to give Isaac shit for setting me up. But he’s gone. “What the fuck,” I mutter.

  Ray mutters too and when I turn back to meet her she looks as lost as I am.

  “Christian was just behind me,” she says and I finally get a good look at her dress.

  Rayne looks amazing in a rose-embroidered sheer maxi. She still has her fishnets underneath, but she’s swapped her boots for something a little more witchy. Pointed heels.

  “So was Isaac,” I groan.

  "They set us up," we say in unison.

  “I didn’t even want to come to this thing." Ray pulls her pack of Camels out of her small red clutch. "Perez said we're on some special date."

  “Something tells me this isn't the business meeting he mentioned."

  "A meeting?" She cocks a brow. “For your designs?” I nod. “Holy shit, Lex. Congratulations. That’s really fucking cool.”

  It’s weird to thank her with this tension between us and the fact that she can still be happy for me gives me some hope. So with a deep breath, I say the thing I've been meaning to.

  “I’m sorry.” Her jaw tightens so I make sure she knows I am. “Kissing Christian had nothing to do with you. Or him. It had everything to do with Isaac.”

  “I know,” she says, sticking the cigarette in her mouth. But if she's still standing here, there's a chance we can salvage this. “But am I supposed to worry that whenever you and Isaac have issues you’ll come after my boyfriend?”

  “No!” My eyes widen in reassurance. “No. We’re … working things out. And right now, things are good. But that’s no excuse and I’d hate it if our friendship gets spoiled because of a couple of rotten Eden royalties. We’re the new girls. We stuck together and now … well, now we can run the show. Whatever we say, you know those two will do. And, fuck Ray, I miss you.”