“I’m not supposed to be here. Let me go and I’ll leave.”
She tries to sidestep me, but her heel skids out from under her, causing her to go down fast. Her skin scrapes against the floor with a hiss of pain. She gasps, trying to catch herself, but fails.
I take a step toward her, caging her in.
She scrambles backwards on her hands, lips trembling as she mutters a desperate, quiet chant, “No… no…”
I couch in front of her. “No?” I echo. “Seems to me you are exactly where you need to be.”
She swallows. “I’m just… picking up a friend. He’s really drunk.”
He? That shouldn’t piss me off as much as it does. I hum low in my chest. “You picked one hell of an outfit for a designated driver.”
“I didn’t know…” she lies. Again.
Bullshit. Everyone knows the house on the end is Omega Chi—directly across from Psi Theta Omega, and diagonally from Delta Sigma Nu. Not even an idiot normie attending AGU would get that wrong.
“You practice that lie just for me?”
She shakes her head quickly. “No… I’m serious. Dredyn, please…”
“I just can’t believe you’d show your face in my house.”
She tries to turn her head, but I catch her chin with my fingers. My thumb runs along her jaw, and her lashes flutter. Then I slip my fingers under the edge of her mask and peel it off.
And there she is.
Mara Black
I laugh under my breath, rough and triumphant, crowding into her space so she can’t even breathe without sucking in my air. My hand slides from her jaw down to her throat, wrapping around it like a living necklace that keeps her pinned against the wall, just how I want her.
“Hey, Hellcat.” My mouth grazes her temple, my nose burying in her hair. I inhale deeply. “Mmm. I can smell the fear in you.” My tongue flicks against her skin, tasting the salt of her sweat.
Her lashes flutter as my free hand drags down her chest, following the dip between her breasts, then up along the inketched on her throat. I stop under her chin, thumb pressing into that sweet little hollow until her lips part.
“But you don’t pull away, do you?” I growl, my forehead nearly touching hers. “Because you can’t. Because you like being caught like a sweet little mouse.”
Her back hits the damp stone harder as I press closer, the game of chase still causing a thrumming in my veins.
“Mara Black,” I purr, savoring her name on my tongue. “Twin sister of the golden boy, Milo Black. Political royalty, here at my party, and not in your glasses, or frumpy little skirts. God, this is a filthy little secret we have to keep.”
My thumb brushes her bottom lip, dragging slowly across the trembling edge of it.
“Because like this… you’re downright…” I pause. “Fuckable.”
She flinches. “Dredyn?—”
I slam my palm flat to the wall beside her head, caging her in further, pressing close enough that she feels every rigid inch of me. Her whole body trembles.
“You’re going to have to beg better than that.”
“Let me go.”
“That’s not how this works.” My fingers fist her thick black hair, yanking her head back. She gasps, lashes fluttering, caught between fear and fury.
“You shouldn’t touch me like this. If my brother finds out?—”
I laugh, low and cruel, grinding my cock against her stomach. “Then why’s your body arching for me, Hellcat? Why are you rubbing against my cock like youneedit?”
