Vicious Secret: A Dark College Romance

Chapter 27

Idon’t move. I’m not sure I can.

“It wasn’t a request,” he says, his tone firmer than before.

“I’m still not coming.”

“You will be.”

He rips off his mask. With fear clawing at my insides, I dart to the side, attempting to slip past him.

Xavier moves with a speed that defies the laws of nature, intercepting my path effortlessly. Before I can process his nearness, he’s yanking my body against his, the hair pin flying out of my hand.

I slam into him, my back to his front, the scent of him flooding my nose. It’s like a secret in the dark, mysterious and alluring with a hint of citrus and leather.

The warmth from his body seeps through the thin fabric of my dress, his strength evident with every corded muscle that presses into my soft curves. He brushes his lips over the shell of my ear, and I stiffen in his embrace, preventing my body from melting into his. The traitorous bitch.

“You can’t escape me, no matter where you run,” he murmurs. “The Order can’t have you. And neither can your foster brother. You’re mine.”

His voice is a seductive purr. With each word, his breath fans over the sensitive skin of my neck, causing tingles to shoot through my body. He drags his hand up my spine until his fingers tangle in my hair, pulling my head back to rest against his shoulder. When he stares down at me, his eyes burn into mine, stealing the air from my lungs.

“Why?” I whisper.

“Because,” he says, his lips a mere inch from mine, “I’ve never wanted anyone more.”

With the moon hanging overhead and the stars as witness, Xavier sweeps his lips over mine. I tense, waiting for the brutality, for his kiss to be nothing more than a weapon. Instead, it’s an act of gentle persuasion, a subtle pleading that catches me off guard.

And it’s with complete reverence.

It’s in every point of contact, from his lips to his touch, a contrast to the harshness he’s always shown. This inconsistency surprises me, leaving me frozen. How can he threaten me in one breath and in the next treat me as if I’m precious?

He only kisses me once. Then he’s lifting his head before I’ve thought about pushing him away. He wraps his long fingers around my throat and brushes his thumb over my jaw, making my heart stutter in my chest.

“What was that for?” I ask, my words thin and airy.

“A test.”

I blink up at him in confusion. “For what?”

“Your response. Or lack thereof.”

“Listen, I do?—”

He uses his hand on my throat to silence me. This time when he brings his mouth to mine, it’s different.

The kiss is possessive.

He sweeps his tongue over my bottom lip before darting it inside my mouth, laying claim to every inch.

I don’t even realize I’m kissing him back until he growls low in his throat and rubs his erection against me. He fists the material of my dress before his hand drifts downward…

I gasp at the feel of his fingers on my bare skin as they snake under my skirt. With the same gentleness as before, he trails the seam of my thighs before cupping me fully, his thumb pressing against my clit. Arousal sparks a flame inside that could burn me alive.

The intensity of my reaction causes me to rear back, breaking the kiss. He continues to hold my throat, forcing me to look up at him.

“Stop.” My voice is nothing more than a wheeze. He’s stolen my ability to breathe. To think. Unless it’s about him.

Through my panties, Xavier teases my clit with his thumb, making me clench my thighs. “I will… when you mean it.”

He pinches my clit. It’s the perfect combination of pleasure and pain. I groan. The sound is one of submission, and a plea for more.

“Good girl.” He dips his hand inside my panties, rubbing my tender flesh. “Keep being honest with me, and I’ll give you anything you want. You’re mine. Your body knows it, and your mind will, too. That’s my vow to you, bride.”

I shake my head and pull at his grip on my neck. It doesn’t budge. If anything, he tightens it.

I glare at him. “You’re fucking crazy.”

“And you’re dripping for me.” He presses harder, making me writhe. “Tell me who owns this pussy, and I’ll let you come.”

I shake my head in rebellion, even as my body hums for him.

He dips his head and grazes his teeth over the shell of my ear, nipping at the sensitive skin. “Deny it all you want, but this,” he presses his thumb hard against my clit as I suck in a breath, “belongs to me. Now, you’re going to prove it to both of us. Be a good girl and come for me.”

He tightens his fingers on my neck before working me harder and faster. My body trembles, a physical response to how much his touch affects me. When he grips my throat to the point I can’t draw breath, panic combines with the pleasure, heightening all my senses.

I reach up and yank on his hand to release me even as my orgasm builds. Xavier doesn’t move. He grips me harder, making dots appear before my eyes.

“Shh. Trust me.” He presses a kiss to my temple, a gesture so tender at odds with him choking me. “I’m thirsty, Delilah. I want to you fucking drench my hand.”

My vision blurs from the lack of oxygen, but my need to come has never been clearer. That doesn’t stop my instincts from taking over. I know I’m drawing blood from him as I claw at his hand, trying to wrench it from throat.

Something about the violence spurs him on. As it does to me.

Xavier bites down on my ear, and the pain is the catalyst that sends me over the edge. Only then does he release his hold on my neck, allowing me to suck in a breath. So I can scream.

And come.

Hard.

“Such a good fucking girl,” he rasps against my ear, grinding his cock into my ass.

I buck my hips as wave after wave of ecstasy rolls through me. The pleasure is so intense, my legs shake uncontrollably, and I collapse. The only thing keeping me upright is Xavier’s hand on my pussy. He continues to stroke me, his touch prolonging the high, wringing out every bit of my release until I slump against him, still trembling.

The entire time, he murmurs words of praise. It’s the tenderness in his voice that has me looking up at him. The expression on his face is a mixture of arrogance and awe. I can handle his ego. It’s the amazement that throws me.

No one’s ever looked at me like they wanted to worship and fuck me at the same time.

“What are you staring at?” I snap.

“My bride.”

“I’m not your fucking bride. I don’t belong to anyone, least of all you.”

Xavier reaches out and brushes his knuckles across my cheek, the gesture almost affectionate. He removes his other hand from my panties and holds it in front of my face. It glistens with my cum.

He leans forward to lick the entire length of his palm. Slowly and thoroughly. When I imagine his tongue on my clit, I flinch in shame at the renewed desire pooling in my belly.

“So fucking good,” he says with a groan. “I’ll never forget the way you taste. Now that I know, I’ll crave it.”

I squeeze my thighs together, still feeling the effects of my orgasm. And his words. They shock me, scandalize me. And make me burn. I want to hate him and myself, but I’m too lethargic, too satisfied to care.

“Open,” he commands.

I part my lips. My obedience is immediate. I blame my bewildered state on him and how he took control over my body. He’s right: I didn’t want him to stop.

Before I can close my mouth, his fingers slip inside, and I taste myself on his skin. He growls in my ear, the sound full of praise and frustration. After removing his fingers, he grabs my jaw and crushes his lips to mine, making me taste myself on his tongue.

The salty taste is a reminder of what just happened, of the pleasure I experienced. And the weakness I showed.

I shove him away. Surprisingly, he lets me go. When I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, he grins.

“Delilah—”

“Get fucked.”

He chuckles, the sound a rumble in his chest. “I’ll take that as an invitation for another round.”

I flick my gaze to the clearing. Freedom is so close I can feel it, but I have no idea how to get there with Xavier in my way. After what I let him do, after the way he made me feel, he’s more dangerous than the Order.

“Don’t even think about it,” he says. “If you run, I’ll catch you. And this time when I do, you won’t be the only one who comes.”

I shiver at his threat, at the intensity in his words. As well as the truth behind them. “You”re an asshole.”

“Yeah, a horny one, thanks to you.” He adjusts his cock, and I stare, unable to help myself. When he catches me watching, he smirks. “Don’t worry, little raptor, soon enough you’ll know what it feels like to have it fill that tight pussy of yours.”

My mouth goes dry. I want to tell him to go to hell, but my voice deserts me. I don’t want to think about why that is.

I avert my gaze. The clearing is so close. If I could just slip past him, this would all be over. But there’s no way he’d let me. This man is too determined. And powerful. That only leaves me with one choice.

“Let me go,” I say, softening my voice. “Please.”

He shakes his head. “Never.”

“Why are you doing this? What does any of this have to do with the fraternity?”

“This isn’t about them. It’s about you.”

I blink up at him, confused. “Me? How?”

“I’ll explain everything later. But right now, you need to understand that I’m the only one who can protect you.”

I shake my head, unable to wrap my mind around his words. “I don”t want your help.”

“I know. You want your freedom. However, you need my protection, even if you don’t want it. The Order has made you a person of interest, or else you wouldn’t be part of this ceremony for the recruits. The only way you’ll get your freedom is through me.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.”

He shrugs. “It will.”

“So, you’re saying I’m stuck with you?”

He nods, a smile curling his lips. “Until death do us part, bride.”

I lift my chin. “My contract is only for a year.”

“For now.”