Lana fucking Rivera, sister of that fucked-up asshole Felix, is in the fucking building. A beauty who prances around these school grounds with her seductive looks, red lipstick killer smile, sharp catlike eyeliner, and black hair swaying back and forth like she owns the fucking campus.
And the first thing she demands while under our roof is that we kiss her?
This has to be an elaborate prank … or a suicide mission.
“Kiss you?” I repeat.
I turn to look at Kai and Milo, but neither seems even mildly amused. Or surprised. Neither does she.
Interesting indeed.
“I’ll recognize the lips,” she says.
Milo snorts. “This couldn’t get any juicier.”
“Shut up,” I bark at him.
What is she trying to do here?
“Are you afraid?” she muses, tilting her head.
My eyes narrow, and my muscles tense. She definitely hit the spot when she said those words.
Fuck me.
Afraid? Me?
It’ll take more than a violent little bitch to shake fear into my soul.
“Fine,” I say, leaning back. “Milo.” I beckon him. “You first.”
She frowns as Milo jumps off the table and struts toward her with a confident smile and a giant hard-on in his pants. And fuck me, it makes me want to slap him, but that would probably only make him harder.
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” he says, grabbing her face and smashing his lips on hers.
He’s rough with her, hasty too, like he wants to pull everything out of this one kiss. It’s definitely wild as fuck, and his tongue dips out to lick the seam of her mouth.
When he leans back, he whispers, “Fuck, no wonder …”
No wonder … what?
“Your lips are amazing.” Milo blinks a couple of times. “I could definitely do this again. Milo Fletcher, at your service.”
“In your dreams,” she hisses, fighting against the tie tightly wrapped around her wrists like she intends to pummel him into the next room.
Kai and I laugh our asses off. “Hear that? That’s the sound of a heart being stomped on.”
“You’ve got a big mouth for someone who didn’t even want to try,” Milo rebukes, glaring at me. “Go on, then.”
Fuck, I hate it when he challenges me because I don’t fucking back away from one. Ever.
But before Milo steps away, he grabs a strand of her hair and coils it around his finger. “Even if I’m not the guy … I’m definitely available for more, queen.”
She jerks away from him and turns her head sideways. “Next.”
“Cold,” Kai says.
Her eyes settle on his as he swipes his index finger across his top lip.
And I don’t like it one bit.
I know what he’s done with her in secret. Things he doesn’t know I’ve seen with my own goddamn eyes. And I don’t think it’s fair of him to keep this little plaything all to himself.
I curl my finger up and make her look. “Come.”
Her nostrils twitch, but she still moves closer in her petite dress that barely covers her ass. Daring, I have to admit. Especially considering she knew she was going to come and step foot in our Phantom Society … where everyone’s deepest, darkest fears become reality.
And I’m about to turn hers into a wicked nightmare come to life.
Lana
It’s hard to walk when your ankles and hands are tied, but I do what I have to in order to see this through to the end. Nathan keeps curling his finger until I’m right in front of him, and only then does he stop. He leans back in his chair and runs his fingers through his chilly blond hair, his blue eyes twitching with arrogance. He’s obviously handsome without effort, and he knows it.
Fuck him and the high horse he rode in on.
“So … you want a kiss,” he muses. “What are you going to do to get one?”
“You’ve got some nerve thinking you can demand things from me,” I retort.
His brow rises, and his gaze slides over my body dangerously slow. “Yet I’m not the one tied up, helpless and completely at our mercy.”
His eyes flick back up to mine with that same tenacity as before, but with an added twinge of sexual energy that catches me off guard.
I look away and check out the exits, one behind me and one to the right behind the couch. Too far to run before they’ll catch me. And I’m pretty sure there’s a guard behind every door, or a freshman ready to jump me in case I try to make a grand escape.
Not that I had anything in mind. I came here for a reason, and I intend to stick around until I have what I came here for. No matter the cost.
“Don’t even try, Lana,” he says, eyes darkening. “Not after what you just did to our house. Our men.”
“To me,” Milo adds.
“Wasn’t thinking about it,” I retort. “Not until I have what I came for.”
“Just give her what she wants,” the guy in the back mumbles, annoyed.
Nathan smirks. “A kiss from all of us …” He leans forward in his chair and tucks a middle finger underneath my dress, brushing my thighs as he pulls me closer until I almost fall into him. “Do you know how many girls would beg for that chance?”
“I doubt it,” I spit back, glancing at his index finger, which is merely a stump. “Is that your good hand or your bad one? Poor girls.”
“Oh boy,” Milo mutters. “Now she’s gone and done it.”
Nathan’s face tightens, and his jaw tenses.
“Fingers are a poor man’s choice,” he says through gritted teeth as his fingers inch farther up my thighs, setting my senses ablaze. “There are infinite toys to rise beyond what even flesh can’t offer. Everything you could ever dream of, I have at my disposal. The way I please would have you screaming and begging for God to make the rolling orgasms stop.”
He pauses. “Kneel.”
“What?” I frown.
“You heard me.” He leans in and comes eye to eye with me, darkness spreading in his grim smile. “Kneel.” His gravelly and low voice brings goose bumps to my skin.
“Nathan … really?” the guy on the couch says, shifting in his seat. “Do we have to do this?”
“Yes, really. Now.”
Suddenly, he grips my shoulders, and my knees are forced to cave beneath the weight of his hands.
His middle finger pushes my chin up to meet his gaze. “Now … you want to know if I kissed you?”
“Yes,” I reply.
He leans in with a seductive look on his face. “You’ll get your kiss …” he murmurs. My eyes close, lips puckered, waiting until I finally know if it was him. “After you’ve begged.”
“What?” I lean back, incensed.
But he’s already stood up and marched to a boudoir in the back of the room.
Nathan returns carrying what looks like a saddle, along with a kind of rose-shaped item.
What the …
“What is that?” I ask.
He pushes the rose into the saddle and goes to his knees before me, his hand sliding underneath my dress. “A rich man’s choice of ecstasy.”
RIP!
I gasp as he rips my panties away and pushes me down onto the device. He leans in to whisper, “You won’t need those anyway. Unless you prefer them completely soaked through.”
The smirk when he sees my reaction makes me want to punch him. But these ties still keep me from trying, and he knows.
Fuck.
He pulls a remote control from his pocket, and my eyes follow as his middle finger hovers over a certain button.
The guy on the couch whose name I still don’t know sighs out loud.
Nathan turns his head. “You’ve got a problem now?”
They exchange daring looks, but then the guy simply waves his hand. “Fine, go ahead.”
“Good choice,” Nathan says. “You’re gonna love this.”
And then the saddle suddenly begins to buzz underneath me.
Good God, it’s not just buzzing. The rose inside the hole … it’s sucking at my clit.
My jaw drops as my whole body vibrates with the devices going crazy on me. Nathan tilts his head, looking at me with acute interest as I’m trying my best not to be affected, but fuck me, is it hard.
I slam my lips shut, determined to keep all the sounds inside. Not a single moan will slip out of me. No fucking way am I going to give them that satisfaction.
Nathan stands, towering over me with that devilish grin, and runs his fingers through his blond hair before he brings his hand to his zipper and pulls it down.
My eyes widen as he pulls out a half-hard seven inches—but so goddamn girthy—cock.
“What? That wasn’t part of our—”
“You’re not in the position to make bargains, slut,” he growls back. “You came into our lair demanding our lips … but you’ll get some cum on your face first.”
“What?” I gasp.
He pushes the button, kicking the vibration underneath me up a notch. I can’t even say a goddamn word without a mewl spilling out. But all my eyes can do is home in on the guy in the back, clutching the couch with both hands, fingers digging into the fabric as Nathan steps closer and begins to rub himself right in front of me.
And fuck me, my eyes are almost drawn to the size of it, along with all the piercings hooked in his shaft. At least three, maybe more. I recognize the Prince Albert, but I’ve never seen the rest.
But this jewelry … could he be the guy who came into my room? Who danced with me at that party and made me lick him?
“You came in here thinking you could one-up us without repercussions, Lana?” he muses, stroking his long length. “You should’ve known we would destroy you.”
If this is him, he’s just as arrogant as I remember.
“Fuck you,” I spit back.
But it only makes him turn the suction device harder.
My clit is throbbing so badly I can’t stop the wetness from dripping out of me.
“I’ll make you wish you got my cock up your pussy instead,” he says, jerking himself off right in front of me as the suction increases its intensity. “You’ll come so hard you’ll see stars, Lana Rivera.”
“Fuck, this is so goddamn hot,” Milo says, rubbing himself through the fabric of his pants.
“Don’t say my name, you don’t deserve it,” I say between ragged breaths.
The vibrations are becoming too much.
“Your name belongs to us now,” Nathan replies, smirking as he steps closer and tilts my head up, shoving his hard-on in my face. “Just like this beautiful face after I cover it with cum.”
When he attempts to shove it into my mouth, I bite and miss, my teeth clattering with arousal.
“Bad slut,” he says, and he spits down right into my face, rubbing it in with his length. “Do you even deserve a kiss after trying to bite my cock?”
Milo snorts. “I can help open her mouth for you.”
“No …” Nathan says, glancing at me as he tilts his head. His thumb reaches for my top lip and slowly drags down the spit along my chin. “She’ll open that mouth of hers eventually. Willingly. Greedily.”
CLICK!
He pushes the button again while studying me intensely, and the sucking on my clit is so intense that I can’t stop it any longer. A whale of a moan leaves my tongue as the forced orgasm is pulled out of me. Just like that.
The waves cause my whole body to shiver, all my senses coming alive like a bud of a flower blooming. And the worst part is that the buzzing between my legs never stops driving me insane.
“Beautiful …” he murmurs, watching my face. “Again.”
“What?” I gasp, still trying to recover.
He steps back but doesn’t stop the vibrations between my thighs, and I get so annoyed I try to hop forward, to no avail.
“You won’t get out from this one,” Milo muses, snorting as he comes closer, sporting an obvious hard-on. “And this isn’t even the worst the Phantom Society has got in our possession.” He glances at Nathan. “Mind if I join in?”
“By all means,” Nathan muses, still looking at me like I’m his personal plaything. “Let’s make her pay for hurting two of our fellow phantoms… And maybe afterward, we’ll give her what she asked for.”
“You’re sick,” I growl.
“Hmm … you’ve only seen an inch of what I’m capable of,” Nathan says as he coats his dick with my saliva, right out of reach. “But you’ll get a taste soon, don’t you worry.”
Milo joins in, standing beside him as he zips down and pulls out his hard-on. It’s much curvier than Nathan’s without a piercing in sight. Instead, it’s marked with tattoos that make my jaw drop. It’s not just a random pattern, but a swirl of black ink along with the Phantom logo.
Wow. Talk about dedication.
“Like my tattoos?” he says, licking his bottom lip. “I’ll let you lick them if you want.”
“You wish,” I retort, but it’s so hard to focus with these vibrations between my leg, spurring me to gyrate on top of the device.
“Oh yes …” Milo groans, rubbing himself until pre-cum drips out of his tip. “I’d very much beg for the opportunity.”
Fuck me, I could just about come again from the suction device alone. But those dirty words of his don’t help to keep the orgasms at bay either.
“I told you, I won’t stop until you beg,” Nathan says.
“Never,” I groan, forcing out the ragged breaths.
He steps forward and pushes the button right in front of my face. “Then you’ll come again and again until your pussy is red and swollen, and your cries fill these halls. And then you’ll come some fucking more just because I like to see you fall apart as my personal whore.”
Fuck. It’s vibrating so hard I can’t stop another orgasm from rolling over my body, consuming me whole. I let out a long-drawn-out moan, and he grins right in my fucking face.
Motherfucking asshole.
“That’s the face, Lana,” he whispers. “Again.”
I try my hardest to inch my fingers into my sleeve and fish out the tiny knife I keep hidden there. It’s my last shot, my only chance at freeing myself.
But the suction device keeps going until even I can’t stop another orgasm from forcing its way through, making my whole body erupt into goose bumps.
“I can’t,” I mutter. “I can’t do it again.”
“You can, and you will,” Nathan groans.
The vibrations are so strong I can’t fight them off, no matter how hard I try, and when the fourth orgasm comes, I feel like every inch of my soul is drawn out of my body. It rolls over me like a tsunami, flushing my body with endorphins and pain; pain because the muscle contractions won’t stop as long as the device keeps going.
Fuck … I can’t take it anymore.
My eyes home in on the guy in the back, his nails digging into the couch so harshly I almost wonder if he’s going to rip the fabric off. But he stays put, watching me with clenched jaws, his green eye a sparkling beauty among the madness.
So I mutter the only word I can think of while the onslaught of lust and orgasms swirls through my body, “Please …”
Kai
Please …
She looked at me.
Not him.
Me.
Begging. Begging for me.
I stand, forced into action by her words.
“That’s what I want to hear,” Nathan grunts.
Right then, ropes of cum spurt out of him, and he covers her in filth. And for a second there, I almost want to rip his face off for even putting a speck of dirt on her pretty face and body.
But then I remember he doesn’t know the truth.
He doesn’t know who she is or what she’s done.
If I step in now, he’ll definitely find out she’s the girl we’ve been looking for. And he wouldn’t ever let her go if he knew.
I swallow down the rage, my hands forming fists at the sight of him covering her with more cum, the groans that follow from his mouth setting my rage ablaze.
I didn’t think he’d go this far to make her pay, but I guess I was wrong.
Too fucking late.
Milo moans loudly and squirts his loads all over her too, and it’s fucking everywhere—her clothes, her hair, even her legs. Only her lips and eyes were spared.
Nathan releases his hard-on, which dangles between his legs, and he grips her face and kisses her full on the lips, claiming that mouth that once only belonged to me.
And fuck me, it sets something off deep inside me.
I’m halfway across the room on my way to them when his lips unlatch from hers. Her face is riddled with confusion, eyes wide open, lips still parted like she was waiting for more. Like she actually enjoyed that kiss.
“Now you have what you came here for, slut,” he whispers, smiling in her face.
And she stammers, “No …”
Her eyes slowly turn until they finally find me.
And the invisible thread that connected our fate unravels before us.
Suddenly, a flash of light fills the room, coming from Nathan’s phone, with which he took a picture of her face covered in his cum.
Fuck. She’s not gonna like that.
I march over and push Nathan aside until he almost falls back into the chair. “Hey, what the f—”
But I ignore his protest and rip the buzzing devices that drive her insane out from underneath her, chucking them aside. Then I grasp her face and smash my lips onto hers.
A soft moan escapes her lips as I coyly play with her, forcing her to remember my taste. Her lips are heavenly, just as I remember, sweet, plump, filled with hidden desires she’s kept buried all this time … until my tongue swiping across the roof of her mouth unleashes them.
When our mouths unlatch, I smile against her lips. “Hello again, my violent little kitty. My name is Kai.”
Her widened eyes almost bore a hole into my face, and each second feels like an eternity as her eyes search my face for a reason, a meaning behind all of this insanity.
“You …” she murmurs, her face mesmerizing me. “You’re the one who stole my ribbon.”
Her ribbon.
All the blood instantly drains from my face.
Nathan’s low voice rumbles through the room. “What … what did you just say?”
He heard.
Fuck.
Suddenly, she rips open the tie around her hands. With a roar, she shoves a knife straight into my thigh.
Fuck. Guess I deserved that.
I groan and fall to the floor in pain while she tears away the belt stuck around her ankles and jumps away.
“You … you’re the girl we’ve been chasing?” Nathan roars out loud as he bolts at her.
She runs toward the back exit, tucking down her dress while Nathan is on her heels.
And all I can do is lie here in crippling pain. “Fuck!”
“Kai, are you okay?” Milo asks, going to his knees in front of me.
“I’ll be fine, go!” I yell, and I rip the knife out of my thigh and chuck it aside.
“Don’t you fucking run off now, Lana!” Nathan roars through the building. “Not when we just got to the fun part!”
“Fuck all of you!” she yells back.
I drag myself up by the chair and stumble out the door, but Lana’s already near the front door. In her hands is a gun she stole off the floor that belonged to one of our guards she nearly murdered.
“Lana!” I roar.
Her eyes briefly home in on me, her body freezing as I clutch my leg, blood oozing from the wound.
“Fuck this,” Nathan growls, seething as he rips one of the ornamental swords off the wall.
“Nathan, you sure that’s such a good idea?” Milo rasps, grasping his arm.
“If you’re not gonna help me, stay out of my way,” Nathan retorts, pushing him aside.
She swallows and throws me that same look she did when they played with her, and dammit, it’s making me want to bite through this pain.
But then she points the gun at Nathan. “Stop him,” she tells me. “Or I’ll kill him.”
Nathan’s too consumed by rage to care.
“Nathan,” I say. “Don’t do it.”
“She’s that goddamn girl with the mask who stole our kill. She saw us,” he grits. “She knows too much.”
“Nathan!” I roar through my pain, forcing him to turn and look at me. “Stop!”
He knows he has no choice.
He might’ve been the wealthiest and most influential before his parents got ruined, but this place … this place is mine, and if he wants to live here, he needs to obey the rules.
My rules.
His hand tightens around the handle of the sword as he grinds his teeth, but then he drops the blade. “I know your fucking secret now,” he growls at her. “You can’t run away from this.”
Her nostrils flare, but she still pulls back and tucks the gun into her pocket. “Keep your fucking mouths shut about me. All of you. Don’t ever mention my name again.”
Nathan’s back straightens as he slowly creeps closer to her, despite my warnings. “Or what?”
“Fucking try me and find out,” she retorts.
“Oooh …” Milo muses from the side, tickling his own arm to show off his goose bumps. “I love it already. Can’t wait.”
Her face contorts, and she grunts out loud before she turns around, her black hair flicking over her shoulder. She rushes off, slamming the front door closed behind her like a queen set out on a quest of revenge.
