I stalk upstairs to my room and slam the door with a shaking thrum. My laptop rests on the nightstand, taunting me. I snatch it and fire it up. File after file of Vesper and her family take over my hard drive space. I’ve dedicated my entire existence to her, to my desire to break her.
I scroll through each picture, torturing myself like the sick fuck I am. In each photo, she smiles like the dutiful good girl she is. Anything to please her father. It’s fuckin’ disgusting. Never given a choice or allowed to decide her fate.
Now, I’m the one taking away the only life she’s known. It’s in my hands. My jaw clenches so hard I’m surprised I don’t chip a tooth.
I dissect hours and gigabytes of files with an indurate focus. Each photo gives a glimpse into her perfect life. A life that should have been mine. Instead, I was discarded like trash.
Anger twists in my gut. My cock hardens as I stumble across a photo of her in the shower. With a vitriolic passion, I fist my cock in my jeans. Hatred and consuming dissonance fuel my desires. My head slams against the headboard as I grip my cock, milking it to her innocence. She was a virgin in this picture.Wasbefore I forced my darkness inside of her. Slowly, she slips into my void, my fucked-up world. It suits her—or it might just be my selfish need to keep her for myself. Disgust blooms within me at the thought. I shouldn’t want her, but my demons crave her.
I stroke my cock faster, chasing the release. My breath turns ragged. My cock weeps for her. No other woman makes me react this way. Islam my eyes closed and recall her tear-streaked cheeks. That’s all it takes. My cock erupts in my boxers and jeans, spilling rope after rope of cum. Wish I could bury it deep inside her cunt again. Wanna own every single part of her. Every hole. Every tarnished release. Every stinging cry of pain. Every needy word that escapes her lips. I want her to beg me.
I remove my hand and lay in my own cum until I pass out.
***
When I finally wake up, I check on my songbird. I open the live feed of her dorm on my phone. Been a hell of a lot easier now that I’ve been able to do that. Helps that I’ve got a tracker on her phone. I shoot her a text when I see she’s not there, a text that will define her future. The moment I’ve so patiently waited for.
She’s tucked away in the Cadence Building, probably readying for the symphony. I drown in the endless sea of drugs since I’m unable to fuck her. Can’t exactly waltz into a crowd of people, though tempting. Break is approaching. It’s the perfect time to adjudicate my beautiful songbird. Circumstances have now rushed the inevitable. She’s gonna have a foul distaste for me after this. I shouldn’t give a fuck. Guess ill take her up on that offer to meet her father.
A triumphant grin filters over my smug face. Soon.
Break is a few days away. I'm prepared for the symphony at least. The mountain of assignments I’ve compiled while dealing with this Zain nonsense has my head spinning. Clara has noticed the change in my demeanor too.
“I am pleasantly surprised you actually agreed to bring him home. Are you guys a thing officially or?” she fishes, taking a bite of her sandwich.
I sink into the seat next to her in the Ops Building. It’s mostly quiet at this hour, except for a handful of people. Most of the other students have already left for the weekend. Clinking dishes and soft whispers ring through the large, airy space. The stained-glass windows create a colorful glow on the nearby tables.
I scrape my fork along my plate of spaghetti. “It’s complicated.”Complicatedis an understatement.
She sinks her teeth into her salad and holds back a smirk. “Is that so? God, I hope you’re at least getting your mind blown in bed,” she snorts, twirling her fork.
You have no idea.I slap her shoulder and stifle a giggle.
“Oh, you know, Vesp, your dad is going to hate him. I mean, sure, he’s an Elite. He’s got that going for him, but”—she tsks and waves herfork—“he’s not exactly the type that follows the rules of society. Your father hates rebels from what you’ve told me.”
I nod and twirl my spaghetti onto my fork. “Honestly, I kinda hope he comes around, and Ireallyhope Zain is on his best behavior. I already told my father I’m bringing a friend. I figure I’ll handle it when we get there. You know…Zain hasn’t told me a single thing about his family. I had to look it up and even then…” I trail off and sigh. She scoots closer and turns to face me. “Well shoot, don’t stop now. You’re just about to get to the good stuff.” She cackles.
“There is no trace of anything after the age of thirteen with his parents. It’s like he cut them out of his life. Isn’t that kinda weird? And honestly, despite his nullity and callous nature, I find myself drawn to him for reasons I don’t understand.”
She sets her fork down and pokes at her sandwich. “Well. Maybe you two are meant to be entwined somehow. His past doesn’t define him. Do you care for him?”
Her question takes me off guard. Do I care for him? Somewhere underneath the sick games, have I grown to…need him? Maybe even love him?
The idea is ludicrous. The idea is— The answer is yes without hesitation. “I’m ashamed to admit I do. He has this hold on me. His forceful nature somehow matches my subdued calmness.”
“Nothing wrong with that, Vesp. Does he care for you?”
I push my noodles away, my appetite gone. I drum my nails along the wooden table. “I feel more like a temporary toy. I’m shiny and new for now, but the moment he grows bored, I’ll be yesterday’s news. But…there’re times his mask slips, and I get a glimpse of the man beneath the darkness. I’ve tried to unravel him, but he grows callous and throws his walls back in place.”
Her eyes flicker past me, and her mouth drops. “Wha—” I’m interrupted by a deep masculine voice.
“Vesper. Clara. How are you ladies?” a strong male voice rings out behind me.
I spin in my seat. Slade strolls up behind me with a few other Elites in tow. His dark hair is tousled perfectly as always. He carries an award-winning smile like an accessory. Clara turns to putty and bats her lashes. “I’m good.” She perks up. “Who’s with you?”
Her eyes skirt over the three other Elites behind him. All equally tall, dark, and handsome in their own way. She knows exactly who they are. She’s playing hard to get.
Slade is focused solely on me when he responds. “Valerius, Silas, and Gray.”
