I snap my fingers at one of the maids my father hired who’s dusting the hallways. “Clean that up,” I tell her, pointing at the puddle.
She nods and hurries into the cleaning room to collect a mop and a bucket filled with soap water. Then she sinks to her knees on the floor in our study and wipes away the leftover cum and spit.
“That was over surprisingly quickly,” Dylan says while toying with his metallic white hair. “I would’ve loved to have a turn too, but no one asked.”
“She stabbed me,” I growl.
“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he says, rolling his eyes. “You earned her first.”
“Earned?” Alistair scoffs.
“Don’t,” I growl at him.
He makes a face. “What if she goes to the police?”
“She won’t,” I say. “Too much is at stake. She has that diary for a reason. She’s trying to find out what happened to Eve.”
Dylan’s brows rise. “So you’re saying there might be a chance …? Not that it really matters.” He gawks at Alistair.
A smile tugs at the edge of my lips, but I stop it from growing. “She’ll come back.”
“Do you think we went too far?” Alistair asks.
“Fuck no.” I stare at the fire, watching the flames dance. “It was only a small taste. And I can’t fucking wait to take a bite.”
“Sounds like you had some fun.” Dylan gets up from his seat. “Now I’m going to have to take a shower to cool off.”
“Phew, mind if I join you?” Alistair asks, raising a brow.
“I don’t like sharing the heat,” Dylan replies. “Yo, Felix, get some fucking rest, man. You look like you came straight from hell. We’ve got early tests tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll get some nerd to finish my homework for me,” I reply, glancing his way as he walks out the door. “And if your father gives you shit again, tell him I’ll ask my father what he thinks about his position there.”
Dylan
Fuck, that was way too hot and too fucked up not to arouse me.
The oak stairs creak under my feet as I make my way to my room. I have a private shower all for myself, just like Alistair and Felix. The others who share this house with us have to make do with shared bathrooms.
Perks of being a part of the rich kid club who own this place.
Well, not literally … but everyone here knows who pays for this Society, and that alone makes us in charge.
No one dares to defy us for fear of having to face our fathers’ wrath.
But they don’t even know our fathers aren’t the dangerous ones.
I turn on the shower and pull off my clothes. I’m still hard and throbbing from watching that scene unfold.
A part of me revels in the fantasy that I was the one who thrusted into her throat instead of Felix.
But if this girl is as relentless as Felix says she is, I might get my chance soon enough.
I step under the shower, close my eyes, and let the warm water rush down onto my face. My hand slides down my chest, my abs, all the way to my cock, which is still rock hard from the mere memory imprinted on my brain.
So … the sister, huh?
I never imagined there could be anyone as interesting as Eve.
Until I laid eyes on Penelope.
A spicy little girl, that’s for sure. I never expected her to actually come and get that diary back … and get on her knees for it.
My hands instinctively move to my dick, sliding up and down the shaft. I’m too hot and bothered by the image of her sucking cock and licking the cum off the floor.
Good God, when was the last time someone went that down and dirty for us? Too long.
Just like it’s been too long since I last gushed all over this bathroom wall.
But fuck me, do I wish it was her throat right now.
My fingers roll across the tip, stroking faster and faster, and my other hand moves to my nipple as I moan with excitement. I’m bursting at the seam, my balls tightening with a desire for release. So I flick the head and thrust into my own hand until an explosion of cum spurts out and onto the walls of my shower.
But when I open my eyes again, Alistair is there in the door opening, looking at me. “Enjoying yourself?”
I stop and turn away. “Sorry.”
He shrugs. “I don’t mind.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I wanted to see if you still had shower gel. Mine’s empty.”
“Sure, it’s over there,” I say, and I point at a shelf.
He quickly grabs it and smiles as he walks back to the door. “Thanks.” He doesn’t leave, though. “The girl got to you too, huh?”
I turn off the shower and look down at the droplets of cum swirling into the drain.
Alistair sighs. “Hate to be the one left out.”
A filthy grin spreads on my lips. “She’s a freaky one … and she’s looking for something only we can help her with.” He folds his arms while listening intently. “So let’s give her what she needs.”
Penelope
I run home fast, ignoring every stare I get as I enter the Alpha Psi sorority.
“Oh my God, what happened, Pen?” Crystal asks as she sees me storm down the hallways.
“Not now,” I reply as I head into my room.
“Pen?” Kayla drops her book when she sees me, but I quickly hide in the bathroom and shut the door.
“Penelope?” Crystal’s voice sounds clearer than before, and I can hear her footsteps barge into the room. “Kayla, do you know what happened to her?”
“No, she just ran in looking pale as a ghost.”
“Didn’t you see how wet her hair looked? Almost … sticky.”
Fuck. I hate to hear people talk behind my back. It’s exactly what happened in high school, and even then, nothing I did could ever stop it. It always made me hide in the bathrooms, trying to escape the shame.
I promised myself I’d stand up for myself this time.
I promised myself I wouldn’t take shit anymore.
And look at me now, covered in Felix Rivera’s cum.
I barely recognize the girl in the mirror staring back at me.
I swiftly grab my toothbrush and scrape off my teeth minute after minute, spitting out the gunk, only to apply more toothpaste to my brush and re-doing it all over. But no matter how many times I keep brushing, I can still taste him in my mouth.
Suddenly, someone knocks on the door.
“Pen? Are you okay in there?” Kayla asks.
“I …” I don’t even know what to say. Instead, I turn on the faucet and splash my face with water. The sludge slowly drips down my cheeks, and I wipe it off with some tissues, chucking them into the trash with rage.
That guy meant to degrade me.
It wasn’t just for fun … it was a warning.
And that means I’m getting closer.
“Pen? Do you need help?” Kayla asks.
I stare at myself in the mirror, clutching the sink. This girl doesn’t need help. She needs to toughen up. Because there’s no way in hell I’m going to let these boys and their sexual debauchery get in my way of finding out the truth.
For Eve.
“Don’t worry about me,” I say. “I’m fine.”
It’s a lie, but it’s a lie I tell well. And I knew going in that I needed to face these boys alone. Especially now that I know what they’re capable of.
I take in a deep breath and clean myself off with a few tissues before I turn on the shower for a much-needed deep rinse.
However, no amount of soap lathered all over my body can rid me of the stain on my memories. And every time I close my eyes, he’s there, fucking my skull.
My pussy throbs, and I open my eyes, squeezing my legs together.
Why does this keep happening?
Even now, my body still reacts to the way Felix used me.
And the water that rushes down my skin creates goose bumps everywhere. Or maybe it’s the mere memory of feeling him thrust inside my mouth.
I swallow, and I can still feel the scratches his piercings left deep inside, but instead of it reminding me of how much I hated it, all it does is make my clit thump harder.
What is going on? I’ve never had this with any of my previous fucks.
Then again, this wasn’t a fuck in any sense of the word.
Nor was it something I ever thought I could do.
And for some reason, the thought still brings my hand down my belly and between my legs to try to quench that fire raging inside me.
I start to circle my clit, ignoring the voices in my head that tell me it’s wrong.
I’m completely soaked even though I’m in the shower, and all my senses are on overload.
It feels so damn wrong, but I keep going, desperate to stop those desires brewing inside me.
I need this, even when I tell myself I don’t.
I need the release.
So I keep going, flicking my fingers back and forth across my sensitive area until I finally find the release I was hoping for. With my mouth shut tight, I try not to let any sounds escape, but it’s so damn hard.
Especially when the last image that flashes through my mind was all three of those boys watching me while I licked up the cum from the floor.
Jesus.
Since when am I so fucked up?
I turn off the shower and rub myself dry.
I really need to get my mind off this.
I grab my clothes and throw them into the dirty clothes basket, taking out the diary stuck between my skirt and top. It’s still drenched and filthy from what they did. But the images and text inside appear undamaged.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I take more tissues and clean it up as best as I can. Then I take my pill as I do every day, but I’ll keep a watchful eye from now on in case they attempt more fucked-up shit.
Those boys probably thought they could deter me from trying to find out more with their kinky games.
Wrong.
The only thing that matters is finding out why my sister wrote that fucking note to me. The rest is all noise.
Now that I have the diary back, I’m going to make those fucking boys talk about Eve, or I will tell the fucking world they were responsible.
And I don’t care if that’s a lie or not.
I can pin them down with ease, knowing what’s inside this diary.
They played with fire when they stole it from me.
Now they’re going to burn.
