If I had to guess, I’d say she’s seventeen oreighteen.
Any boy my age would jump at the idea of losing his virginity to an older girl with a beautiful face and pristine body. Not me. “But I’m savingmyself.”
Oscar throws his head back, a menacing laugh escaping. “What for?”
I shrug, unsure exactly. I’d never been the one to have to prove something to anyone. I’d never had to prove myself to Oscar, and I’d read enough books to know that the action about to take place shouldn’t be done lightly, especially with an audience. “When the time is right, Isuppose.”
Oscar sends a nod of approval to the girl who he calls, “Lacey,” and Lacey pulls down my pants and boxers.
“He’s blessed,” shedeclares.
“Runs in the family,” Oscar mutters and slaps her arse. “Get onwith it.”
Oscar plops down over a chair against the wall behind me, rubbing over his knob as the girl rubs over me. It is wrong, and I want to hate myself for how my body reacts to her.
A few minutes pass and Oscar’s frustrated breathing mixes with the sound of the girl blowing me. Yeah, I’m hard, but can’t reach the fucking point. She snatches the condom and rolls it over my aching dick. I look back over to Oscar in a desperate plea as he clutches his junk in his hand. “Fuck her, you coward. No one’s leaving this room until you become one of us.”
I know how to fuck. I’ve watched my mom bang blokes, and Oscar beat into fanny so many times before. I just don’t want to. Not like this. Not here. Not now. Notwith her.
Lacey turns her back to me and bends over. Her fanny splits open, offering whatever I want. I could leave, get my arse beat and be back here againtomorrow.
Or I couldtake it.
One last look at Oscar, the dirty fucking scumbag only pumps his hand over his knob harder. “Fuck her, brother,” he barks. “Now!”
“Is this what you want?” I ask Lacey, her face pressed into the mattress and arse ready to take a beating. She nods, and rage blows through me like a tornado. Oscar wants to create someone just like him. I spat on my hand and grabbed a handful of her fanny and my dick responds. “You sure?”
“Yes, Ollie … ” she cries out, and it doesn’t take long before I turn into the monster sitting behind me.
“Yes, Ollie … ” My name pulled me from my memory. I had to get out of there.
The swinging door slammed against the wall as I pushed through. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I should’ve asked the girl why the hell it was my name she was screaming, but all I wanted was to get out of there as quickly as possible in search of oxygen—in search of Mia.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“Perhapsthe most
dangerous man,
is a manin love.”
—Oliver Masters
mia.
ETHAN DIALED UP the volume on the TV to drown out the chatter in the room before he fell back into the desk chair beside me. My legs kicked up on the wobbly desk, and I shoved my hand inside a bag of Lays. The fluorescent bulbs were out. The only light was the sliver streaming through the blinds and Die Hard playing at the front of the room on a rolling cart.
“Christmas movie or not a Christmas movie?” Ethan asked, snatching the bag of chips from my hands.
“Hey!” I screeched, but his fingers had already pulled out a chip, and I proceeded to suck off the tips of mine. “Christmas movie … definitely.”
“Agreed.” He nodded.
The phone on the wall rang, and Ethan bounced back to his feet and tossed the bag in my lap. My eyes followed him over to the phone beside the door. Ethan was back in his black uniform, belt snug around his hips and red hair fixed wildly over his head. Moments after answering, his gaze shot over to me before turning to face the wall, nodding in agreement to whoever was on the other end of the line.
Ethan hung up, walked behind the TV, and leaned over the desk to whisper to me, “That was Lynch’s assistant. There’s a call for you downstairs.”
“I don’t know who it could be.”
