Silas starts to talk again but I choose not to listen as we make our way up the tree lined gravel driveway. The man over the speaker said fifteen minutes but it looks like it will take that long just to get to the end of this road.
When the car finally passes the last collection of trees my eyes widen. The place is far larger than I ever imagined. It rises from the earth like some ancient god, vast and unyielding. A gothic castle carved from obsidian stone, its surface almost gleaming beneath the overcast sky. Four towering turrets pierce the low-hanging clouds, their tips shrouded in mist like secrets not meant to be uncovered. Every inch of the façade is alive with twisted carvings, gargoyles, winged beasts, and tormented souls frozen in stone, echoing the macabre artistry of the outer gate.
It doesn’t just resemble something from a Dracula set. It makes Dracula’s castle appear quaint. This place doesn’t pretend to be anything other than what it is…a monument to power, darkness, and control.
As we pull up in front of the doors, I see people coming to and from other smaller stone buildings to the far-right side of the main one, I sarcastically laugh at the view.
“You have got to be kidding me!” I grumble as I scan the girls. I can’t make out faces and details through the rain-streaked windows, but no one would be able to miss the fact that they are all wearing the same outfit.
“Fucking uniforms!” I moan. “Who wears a uniform to university?” This is going to suck bigger than that time father broke my finger and I couldn’t use my boxing bag for weeks. Not many people know me, butthe ones that do know I love only two things, fighting and fashion. Two completely competing hobbies, but the only things that make me feel armed and ready to take on anything. Putting me in a uniform will be like stripping me of the last shred of control I have on my life.
I groan, close my eyes and drop my head back onto the seat.
Silas chuckles and places a hand on my thigh. “Not going to lie. The thought of you in one of those uniforms, makes my dick hard,” I glance to my right and when I look down to his crotch, he is in fact hard.
When I smile and meet his gaze, he wiggles his brows suggestively. “Want a goodbye fuck?” He asks as the driver gets out of the car and rounds to the boot to start unpacking my things.
I hum as arousal starts to bubble in my blood, the heat rushing straight to my stomach as he slowly runs his hand up my leg.
“We did that last night,” I remind him as his fingers breach my underwear.
“Yeah, but who knows how long you will be here. These rich twats won’t know how to please you the way you need it,” His fingers stroke up my center and with a breathy moan my head falls back to the rest again and I slowly shift so I can open my legs more.
“We don’t have time,” I manage to get out, but then gasp as he pushes two fingers inside of me. The curl of them giving a delicious buzz to my core, one where if he keeps going will have me detonating in a matter of minutes.
“Fine, then you’re going to come on my hand, then suck my cock until those pretty red lips are swollen and smudged,” He picks up the pace as his free hand reaches for my throat, a slight tightening of his fingers blocking off my oxygen, just the way I like it.
After a few more pumps of his fingers, I explode as he releases my neck. All way too soon for my liking, he pulls his fingers free of me as Istill ride out my orgasm. I hear his zipper and the shuffling of his pants as I come out of my small pleasure.
“My turn,” He says before grabbing the back of my head and pushing it down onto his already rock-hard cock. I barely get my mouth open before I am gagging around the head of it being rammed down my throat. I wish I could say I felt angry about it, but I’m not, I love it. I love everything about this, the dirtiness, pleasing another to the point of insanity. The thought of someone seeing through the window as Silas roughly fucks my face adds to the growing need between my legs again.
I really am fucked up.
Silas grunts and groans as he pumps his hips up towards me, while he pushes my head down by his rough hold in my hair. I feel him thicken as his thrusts start to become erratic, I know this will be over in seconds, so I brace myself for the finish. After three more frantic pumps he erupts in my mouth, and I swallow him down as I hum around his cock.
I sit back and reach into my bag for the wipes as he quickly puts himself away and goes to straighten his hair. I grab my compact mirror and check the damage. Shit. Even if I fix my running mascara and smudged lipstick, you can tell I have been face fucked. Rosy cheeks, red ring around my neck and swollen lips.
Great.
“Fix your face,” He grumbles while picking his phone up. “I have other shit to be doing today,”
I ignore the growing anger and rejection from my heart and quickly pull myself together. After reapplying my mascara and lipstick, I exit the car with no other words to the heartless bastard I willingly allowed into my body. I really need to try and have some standards. It is pathetic really.
I pull my bag over my shoulder as the driver places the last suitcase at my feet and wordlessly gets into the car. The engine hums and with nogoodbye, pulls away and leaves me alone on the steps of my new home. Alone again. Like always.
My eyes burn with the need to cry but I shut it down as quickly as it comes. I’m not quick enough to catch the one tear that runs down my cheek and drops to the black stone beneath my feet. I let the wet trail sit there for a while as I watch the headlights disappear into the thick tree line before wiping it with the back of my hand.
“Fuckers. All of them,” I grit out through a clenched jaw before turning to head into the main building. I’m not trudging all my suitcases up with me, so I leave them until I have a clue where I am going in this haunted fucking castle.
As I turn to take my first steps I freeze. A tall, broad figure stands to the side of a doorway, tucked into one of the many curves of the building. I can’t see his face because the hoodie he has on is pulled low over his eyes, but I do see the cut of his jaw and the light stubble as he lifts the lit cigarette to his lips. I am stuck still, as his head goes from over where the car was and back to me.
Did he see what just happened?
No way. The car had tinted windows. Didn’t it?
Shit, I didn’t even check.
His slight smirk tells me everything I need to know. I internally groan at my slutty self for making one of many terrible decisions.
