His eyes lock on mine, sharp and burning. “You’re ours, Mara. And no campaign, no Daddy, no golden-boy fiancé is going to want you after we’re through with you”
I open my mouth to tell him to back off, to shove him away, but my body moves slower than my thoughts. His hand slides up my thigh, heat searing through the fabric of my skirt, and my breath stutters.
“Dredyn—”
“Shh.” His palm presses higher, thumb dragging over the crease where thigh meets hip, and my breath stutters like a traitor.
“Get up on this table and spread those legs so I can see that sweet little cunt you’ve been hiding from me.”
I should slap him.
Instead, my body obeys before my brain catches up, hips sliding back until my ass hits the edge of the table, the cold wood shocking through my skirt. I hoist myself up, heart slamming against my ribs so hard I swear he can see it.
“Feet up, legs wide. Show me what Daddy’s perfect princess keeps under these good girl skirts.”
My face is on fire, but my thighs part like they’ve been waiting for his command their whole life. Skirt bunched at my waist, black lace panties soaked and clinging, I plant my heels on the table edge—spread obscenely, just like he ordered.
Why am I doing this? Why is the shame making me wetter?
Dredyn’s eyes go black. He steps between my knees, big hands locking around my thighs and yanking them wider until the muscles burn.
He steps closer, his fingers sliding up my inner thigh. “You know what your daddy and golden-boy brother hate about us, Hellcat?” He places his hand on my thigh, dragging my skirt up higher on my thigh. “It’s not the fights, or the arrests, or the Syndicate. It’s that we take whatever the fuck we want. And right now, I want this.”
My knees twitch inward, but his hands are already there, gripping them, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh until I ease them apart again.
“You could walk away right now—go back to your dorm, go play the good little daughter until Daddy marries you off. Or I can show you a whole new world.”
He hooks two fingers in the crotch of my panties and rips them to the side. Cool air hits slick, swollen skin and I jolt, a broken sound slipping out.
“Look at that pretty virgin pussy,” he says. His fingertips trace lazily over the outside of my pussy, not quite touching my clit, making my hips shift in silent pleas.
“You wet for me, Hellcat?”
“No,” I breathe, even as his fingers slide through the proof.
He chuckles, the sound dark and satisfied. “Liar.”
One thick finger drags through my folds, collecting the mess I’ve made, and he brings it to my lips. “Open.”
I do. God help me, I do. He shoves it into my mouth, pressing down on my tongue so I taste myself.
“Suck it clean, Hellcat. Taste how fucking filthy you are for me.”
He pulls out with a wetpopand immediately wraps that same hand around my throat, his thumb pressing right over my pulse. Not enough to cut off my air, just enough to remind me who’s in control.
My pussy clenches around nothing and I hate myself for it.
“You confused, baby?” he taunts, reading my face like a book. “Wondering why your innocent little body is creaming for the guy you swear you hate?” He squeezes my throat harder, forcing my eyes to his. “Because you were made for this—made to be our dirty secret. Made to take Omega Chi cock until the only thing left of Daddy’s good girl is how good you take my cum.”
He smirks, pushing his fingers inside me without warning. The stretch burns so good my back arches off the table.
“Look at you.” He laughs, dark and cruel. “Choking on my hand while your pussy tries to milk my fingers. You’re not a Black anymore, Mara, you’re OCK’s needy little cumslut and you’re gonna come just from being told what you are.”
I shake my head before I can stop myself, heat flooding my cheeks.
He works me harder, faster, the sound of my slick filling the air. My thighs try to close, but his shoulders block me, his hand on my neck keeping me exactly where he wants me.
“You feel that? That’s OCK, sweetheart. That’s what they’re so scared of. We get inside, we stay there, and we don’t give you back.”
