"Release me, River," I demand, lifting my foot and preparing to slam it down on his instep.
"If you try to break my hold, Livy, I'll rip these sexy tights down your legs and have you bent over, and my cock shoved in your ass, quicker than you can sayno.Don't fucking test me. My patience with your antics is limited, after that fucking stunt earlier at the house with Melfort." I notice he doesn't mention me kissing his plaything at all. I kind of figured that was all for show, and he really couldn’t have cared less what happened to Ava. We are all just playthings after all to these three monsters.
"What do you want?" I try to slow my breathing and conserve my strength, as his nose presses against my neck, and he takes a deep inhale of my scent before his lips press to my flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"So many things,pretty girl.To start with, I'd love to be balls deep in your perfect cunt right now, as I stop you from breathing, while everyone watches me claim what belongs to me," he growls, and the sound has my traitorous core clenching, with the vivid image he paints. Dammit, I can already feel myself getting wet, and that doesn't bode well for me. Wasn'tI just admonishing myself for my loss of control, and allowing distractions to get in the way of what I need to do?
"Your body likes that idea, I can tell by how your breathing has hitched up, and your pulse has quickened. If I slipped my fingers into your panties right now, I'd bet everything I own that I'd find you wet, Hellstorm. You can pretend all you like that I'm not under your skin, like you're under mine, but we both know that's a fucking lie."
"You're delusional," my voice breaks into a hoarse whisper as his grip around my waist changes, and he relinquishes his hold on my wrist, only to have the tips of his fingers slip beneath the band of my tights. “Why don’t you go play with your Barbie doll, or one of your other sluts?” I question in desperation to stop the forward progress of his digits. My whole body stills at the threat, as my eyes quickly look around at who's watching us. A few people are looking our way, a couple of girls are whispering to each other while shooting me daggers, but that doesn't seem to deter River in the slightest, as his fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties and still. Surely he wouldn't dare to do this here in front of a bunch of witnesses. He has to have some common sense, right?
"You're thinking right now that I won't do it, that I have some line I won't cross, but you're utterly wrong, Hellstorm. When it comes to you and making you mine, there's very little I won't do. You should remember that, Livy, when you decide to constantly push me over the breaking point." His teeth sink into the soft spot where my neck and shoulder meet, and I release a cry filled with an intoxicating blend of pain, and sexual need. His fingers slip down another few inches, until one of his digits presses right against my needy clit, and all my oxygen ceases to reach my lungs. "Beg me not to fuck you right here, Livy. Lie to me, and tell me that you don't want me to fill this tight cunt."
Alarm bells are ringing in my head, and the sober part of me, not intoxicated by River's scent, words, and actions, is demanding that I break free of his hold, and teach him a lesson about sneaking up on me, and making unhinged demands. The other part of me wants to let the dice roll and see how far he'll take this. I hesitate, and that's apparently all the permission he needs, as one of his fingers slips between my slick pussy lips and thrusts inside of my tight heat, right here in the open, while students watch.
"They wish they were you right now, Hellstorm. That's it, pretty girl, part your legs, let me in," he moans into my neck, as he slips another digit inside my channel, and his thumb rubs circles on my nub. I subconsciously widen my stance, to allow him more room to thrust and press against the soft spot that makes me lose my mind. I can feel the beginning of an orgasm rising inside of me. Electric shocks sprint up my spine and through my limbs as my body undulates for him, taking him deeper as his heavy breath, and satisfied moans, whisper in my ear. I'm lost in the blissful sensations he's stirring inside me, but a part of me is still aware that we have an audience watching this depravity unfold. Instead of repulsing me like it should, it only causes the heat inside of me to rise further as I barrel toward my release, and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to stem the scream that wishes to flee my lips.
"That's my perfect slut, drench my fingers with your cum. This pussy was made for me," River growls, as he forces my head to lean further back against his chest, before releasing his grip on my hair, wrapping his fingers around my neck, and squeezing. "Cum for me, Livy. Be agood girland show these fuckers how this pussy floods for me."
My body obeys his command against my will, and I detonate, a scream lodged in my throat as spasm after spasm rocks my body, and makes my knees go weak. River's tight grip on myneck is the only thing holding me up at the moment, as my fingers claw at his arms, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. He doesn't stop thrusting, even though his hand is now drenched, and I can hear the wet sounds his fingers are making, as they press into my flesh. Heat continues to rise within my body, like a volcano erupting, as aftershocks race under my skin. "That's my girl, see, Hellstorm, this tight cunt knows who its owner is."
Fuck, why is that so hot when it absolutely shouldn't be? Loud clapping breaks through my momentary fog and catches my attention, and I search in front of me for its source, only to realize a few football players are watching us, and celebrating River's accomplishment. Horror and embarrassment finally break the spell River has on me, and I slam my foot down on his instep, followed by a kick backward to his shin. His hold goes slack on my neck, and I instantly siphon in huge gasps of ragged air as I pull away from him, and his fingers slip out of my pants.What the fuck was I thinking? How could I have let that happen?There is something seriously wrong with me that I can't seem to control myself around these assholes.
"Stay the fuck away from me, River, or I'll make sure you're never able to procreate!" I take another step away from him, meeting his smoldering green eyes that are filled with heat. "On second thought, I should do the world a fucking favor, and make sure you never can." I lunge forward and throw a punch in his direction, which he quickly dodges, but he's not fast enough to get out of the way of my knee, as it slams into his groin, and he crumples to the ground, clutching his cock in pain.Yeah, and women are the weaker sex, right?
"FUCK, LIVY! I'm fucking hard already! Are you trying to fucking kill me?" He whines in pain, as he tucks himself tight to avoid another of my kicks, and I hear the guys behind me groaning in sympathy pains.
I scrunch down and fist his light blond hair, that shines in the sunlight like spun gold. I force him to stare at me even through the pain he's in. "I don't belong to you, River Brackley, or Mayhem, or either of those two fools you call friends. You can keep trying to come at me and break me down, but I'll fight you with everything I have in me."
I release my grip and swipe my sweaty palms down my pants, aware that my crotch is all sticky from my cum. A part of me is feeling an emotion I don't want to analyze too closely, as I watch him writhing in pain on the ground, after he just gave me so much pleasure.Walk away, Olly. Don't feel sympathy for monsters, who would hurt and humiliate you without a second thought.
I turn to walk away, but his voice calls me back, "You're wrong, Hellstorm. You were made forus, for Mayhem. It's why you're here, it's why we've let you keep breathing after all your attempts to defy us. You can run, Livy, but that won't change the fact that you'reours."
I take quick strides away from him, his voice ringing in my ears as I push past the assholes that were watching us, and sucker punch one of them in the ribs, when he dares to call me a slut. River's wrong, he has to be. I don't belong to them, I don't belong to anyone but myself, right?
CHAPTER 46
RIVER
I'm still gripping my cock in pain, when Cross finds me on a wooden bench outside the administrative building, the bright sun blaring down on me. My little Hellstorm's violence toward me is getting out of hand. She could have seriously damaged my family jewels. How am I going to fill her womb with my babies if she destroys my ability to procreate? The thought of the three of us breeding Livy over and over, watching her stomach round with our kids, and a bunch of mini-mes running around, brings an unhinged smile to my face. She's going to hate that, and that's why I need to make it happen, and I know for sure Damon will be on board. Maybe motherhood will mellow her out some, but then again, it might make her even more violent. Is it wild that I'm thinking about knocking up this chick we barely know?Sure.Will it dissuade me from doing it?Hell no,I meant what I said to Olly, she belongs to us, she was made for us, and I'll hold on to her any way I can.
"What the hell has you smiling like that, fucker?" Cross sits down next to me, his posture relaxed and deceiving. I take him in, his long, toned frame encased in dark jeans, and a tight black shirt that molds to his abs. The sleeves of tattoos are visibleon his thick forearms thanks to his shirtsleeves being pushed upwards, and I know from firsthand experience they follow his torso until they meet the veins in his neck, which bounce when he swallows. His chiseled square jaw is currently clenched, making me want to lick and nibble on it. His lips are in a straight line, and his mocha eyes survey everything around us closely, always looking for the next threat. I can't remember a time he wasn't always on guard, always ready to take out any enemy. His instincts are sharp, but they have to be, he's Gerald Weyburn's son and heir, and with that will invariably come danger.
Rather than answer him, I bring my fingers up against his lips. "Take a deep whiff, brother, that's the scent of Livy's perfect cunt, and the orgasm I ripped from her, right here in public." I'm expecting him to push my hand away in disbelief, or even in anger. What I'm not expecting is for him to lick my fingers, and suck them into his warm mouth. Jesus fuck, now I'm hard as a rock again, and my nuts feel like they're going to explode. My lips open and close, unable to utter a single word, as groans of satisfaction exit Cross before he pulls back, and my hand drops to his lap, and I feel his stiff cock standing at attention. "Ummm, well fuck, I wasn't expecting that to be your reaction."
Cross cocks an eyebrow in my direction before a wicked smile traverses his face, and we hear a cry, as a girl who was too busy watching us walks into a pole. "Why?My dear stepsister tastes delicious. It would be a shame to let her cum on your fingers go to waste."
I stare at him, unable to process his new mood. Just an hour ago, he was ready to set the whole school on fire, with Livy trapped inside it. What has changed in the time we parted ways, besides the fact that I just made Olly cum? "You have something you wanna tell me, Cross, or shall we play twenty questions like we used to when we were kids?" I wag my eyebrows at him, playfully as I squeeze his cock through his jeans, and he groansdeep in his throat at the contact. It gives me some pleasure to know I'm not the only one who's worked up now.
"I take it you've been too busy to check your phone?" He grabs the cell sitting next to me on the bench that Livy discarded in her haste to flee from me. I'm about to tell him that's not mine when I catch a look of surprise on his face. "Whose phone is this, it's not yours?"
I reach for it, but he holds it out of my grasp, as he continues to stare at something that has his full attention on the screen. "I was about to tell you that Livy dropped that before she took off like a violent bat out of hell. It's hers. I was hoping she'd realize that she dropped it, and come back for round two."
"So you haven't looked through it?" Cross finally meets my gaze, and I'm confused about what he's going on about.
"Naw, I was too busy trying not to puke up my nuts, which crawled back into my body after Livy kneed me. I kinda figured there was a lock screen or something on it, to be honest, so I didn't give it much thought." I reach for the phone again, and this time Cross lets me take it from him. The minute I take a look at the screen, my eyebrows shoot into my hairline. On the screen is a social media account, with post after post of the same picture of a guy snorting drugs off a coked-out girl's naked body. A close look has me choking on my own spit. It's a photo of a much younger Professor Jacob Rawdon, from when he attended Soule and was part of our fraternity."Oh, fuck."
"Oh fuck, indeed. Now, why would my new sister, who's only been in Soule for a week, have this photo of Rawdon when he attended here, and yet the better question is, why would she be actively attempting to destroy Rawdon's life, and career?" I swipe through the rest of the phone, but it's clean, other than a text to an unregistered number instructing them to go ahead with something asap.What the fuck is going on here?
