SNOB: A Dark College Enemies to Lovers Romance

Chapter 31

Even when shelooks like shit Ember looks like her own piece of art.

My heart pounds beneath my chest and I’m fighting every urge to hurl my fist through this fucker’s face.

She stares at me in awe, but she can’t give this away.

“How much?” I turn to Red to get his attention.

“Eight thousand.”

I bat an eye, acting like his price shocks me. “Five.”

“Fine. But only because this one can be tough to wrangle. Once you’re inside, that’s your problem,” he chuckles, eyeing her. It’s taking every inch of my goddamn grace not to send that brick by her foot into his skull. “Unless you’re into that.”

“Deal.” It’s the only word I can muster, the vein in my neck threatening to pop.

Ember looks at the ground as if she’s ashamed I’m seeing her like this. She doesn’t have that wig on like in the video, and the t-shirt she wears hangs off her dwindling body, her skin stained with bruises and cuts.

Don’t worry, Butterfly. I got you.

Red moves to Ember, who winces as he gets closer. When he grabs her by her arm, I have to look away. My stomach”s on fire when I think about her being here this entire fucking time. “Come on.”

“Picasso, it hurts,” Ember pleads as he pulls her towards a big wooden garage door.

Picasso?

“Come on,” he says, urging me to follow them. He leads me through the warehouse, and when he reaches the wooden door, he stalls. Turning to Ember, he whispers something in her ear that makes her shoulders rise.

“Is there a problem?” I ask.

“Not anymore,” he says. “Right?”

Ember glances at me and I look away. She can’t fuck this up. We can’t fuck this up. “Right,” she mutters, the life gone from her voice.

Red… or Picasso, leads us down a hall that looks like something from an old psych ward.

“Careful,” I grit, watching as he pulls Ember over her own feet. She pulls away like she doesn’t want to go where he’s taking us. I catch her eyes, a calmness between us that tells me she’s relieved I’m here.

“I could say the same to you,” he says, holding a bottle of purple liquid to Ember. The label from the soda bottle isn”t there anymore and I can’t make out what it is. “I have this if you’re worried about her lashing out.” She pulls away from it and it’s clear it”s not the first time she’s seen it. The longer I’m here with her the more I put the pieces together.

Taking it is my only option. “Thanks.” He pushes Ember at me as he holds the creaky door open.

When she hits my body, that rush takes over me again, my hands coming to her arms. She’s shaky. Cold. But there’s still a warmth from her that spreads through me.

“Three hours,” Red repeats what I paid for. “I’ll be back. Enjoy.”

The door closes and a red light comes on, filling in the spaces of darkness around us. The room is far from romantic, a mattress tucked to one corner laying on the floor and … is that vomit in the other?

We stand there for a moment. Like we’re both unsure of what to do. But that’s all it takes, just a moment, before she wraps her arms around me, her head falling on my chest.

Like instinct, my arms wrap around her too. “Please don’t leave,” she whispers, sending a mix of feelings through my veins. Comfort. Anger.

Peace and war.

“I won’t,” I whisper. “We’re in this together.” I want to stay like this forever but there’s one thing. They’re watching us. “I won’t hurt you,” I whisper into her ear. “But you have to follow my lead. Understand?” Then I repeat the words she needs, the words I need. “We’re in this together.” Pushing her back from me, I try to find those eyes. “Understand?” She nods, those bloodstones searching mine.

“Good girl.” A small smile pulls at her face, the red light shining on her body, highlighting her curves. I focus on it, giving my body what it needs to put on the performance to get out of here. Then I tell her my next command. “On your knees, Butterfly.” She hesitates, her brows furrowing. I’m here to save her. I’m here to take her to where she belongs but this is part of it. I nod, reassuring her. “On. Your. Knees.”

Seeing her fall to her knees is enough to remind me how fucked I am. It’s enough to remind me how much I want her, wherever we are. Unzipping my pants, I replay all the times I made her mine and fuck, I want her to be mine again. I want to erase whatever damage happened to her here.

I want her.

My cock twitches, reminding me she’s right where I need her to be.

With me.

She looks up at me as I push my pants down enough for the big guy to spring out. There”s a shift in her before she licks her lips, reminding me she’s as fucked up as I am. Despite everything, despite all this, she still wants me too.

“Do you want me, Butterfly?” She nods, her eyes on my staff. “Prove it.” I wrap my hand around her strands the way I know, erasing the image of the man with his hands in the same position. “Open up.” She does, and the minute my cock touches her tongue, every muscle in me relaxes.

She lets out a moan when I push my staff inside her needy mouth, and I don’t stop until it hits the back of her throat. I don’t even ask her to keep her eyes on me, she does, and I make her make those sounds I heard in that video. I reclaim them.

Mysounds.

My abs tighten, her mouth wrapped around me as tight as my grip on her strands.

Mymouth.

My cock hardens in her throat, keeping it there, feeling the way her throat tightens around me in exchange.

Mythroat.

Mytongue.

Mine.

“Fuck,” Pulling out, a line of saliva strings from her mouth. “You take me so fucking well.” I let her catch her breath, all for a second before that pull takes over me again. “Stand up.” Pulling on her strands, she lets me pull her towards the nearest wall. Pressing her against it, I lock my eyes on hers and as I let my fingers graze her cheeks. “I’m sorry but I need to remind you what you are.” Finding her folds with my fingers, I slide two between them. “Mine. And the way you’re wet for me proves that.” It makes it all the easier to push myself deep inside her until she gasps.

Her hands wrap around me as she digs her nails into the back of my skin as I pull out, then push inside her again. “Mac,” she moans and as much as it makes me throb inside her, they can’t hear this. My hand comes to her mouth, quieting her, but feeling her breath against my palm only makes me want her more.

“You’re mine, Butterfly.” Moving my palm from her mouth, I push my fingers down her throat instead. “Mine. You understand?” My thrusts get harder and deeper when she nods before we’re pressed together against the cold brick. A feeling I could sink into forever. “All mine.”

Ember

Mine.

Mac’s words ring through my head and I hold onto them as much as my hand holds onto his shirt.

He stops only to pull it over his head and when his skin hits mine, my body turns to glitter. It’s alive again, the feeling of Mac pressed against me like a mirage. Like he’s not real. But the way he settles so deep inside me, filling me with every inch of him tells me different.

He works his hips in the way I know Mac does. He bites my neck in the way I know Mac does. The way he dominates my body hasn’t changed, except this time? This time it’s like we’re giving into it. This time, we’re acknowledging the hold we have on each other. Every thrust takes me closer, his finger trailing from my throat to my ass. The wetness from my saliva makes it easy for him to slide in and out as he pulses against my walls. My head falls back against the wall, letting him overtake me, letting him prove to me what I am.

His.

His body on mine erases every one that came before him.

This cell becomes heaven.

“I need you to come for me,” he groans in my ear. He didn’t give me the purple concoction Picasso gave him. For the first time, I’m feeling everything. And he wants me to. “Do you hear me, Butterfly?” Hearing that name on his tongue makes an energy flow through me, my cheeks heating, my body aching for release. “Give it all to me.” My mouth opens, another moan escaping me as ecstasy runs through my veins. The red light flickers, my brain with it. “Yeah, that’s it,” he coaxes. “That orgasm is mine. Just like you are. You’re fucking mine.”

A hand comes to my mouth as I start to wail, a release rushing through me like I’ve never felt before. My body collapses between the brick and his body. Warmth and cold. He holds me while I shake, and then his lips replace his palm.

It’s a quick kiss but it feels like forever as I empty my all onto him. It’s enough to make me tremble again as his cock pulses between my legs.

It’s enough to prove I’m his. Despite everything. Despite it all.

He pulls out, taking a step back and my body follows, falling against him. He catches me. He always does.

“Get ready, Butterfly,” he says, his finger under my chin. Looking into his eyes makes hell feel like home. “We still have two hours.”

“Time’s up.”

The door creaks open just as I collapse against Mac’s body again.

For the first time in a long time, I’m tired. But it”s not from fighting. It”s not from overthinking or running away. I’m tired from the way Mac didn’t let up until he used the time we have to get every orgasm he can out of me.

To help me find peace.

Mac lets me fall gently to the floor as he pulls up his pants, the cold concrete a contrast to the heat I felt with my body against him.

“How much?” Mac asks, playing it cool.

“I see you enjoyed yourself,” Picasso laughs, his monstrous tone echoing against the walls. I know what a monster is. They come in different shapes. Different forms. Mac’s a monster. But he’s my monster. “I knew you would enjoy this firecracker. You’ll need to get a membership and she’ll be here. Tonight, we have other appointments for our little Butterfly.”

Glancing up at Mac, I can see how white his knuckles get in those fists, even under the red light. “She’s mine,” Mac says. “How much? I’ll take her.”

“Woah,” Picasso says. “This won’t be cheap.”

“She’s worth it. Name your price.”