Chapter 20
AMELIA
Staring into the harsh gaze of his haunting blue-grey eyes isn’t the easiest, but I refuse to cower and look away. Just moments ago, I slipped off my aching heels in the entryway of the mansion. Now he stands before me, arms crossed, exuding a fierce and authoritative aura that borders on intimidating. He looks like a modern-day Greek God, carved from marble.
Why did I agree to come back here with him? I don’t know. Or maybe I do know, but I’d rather step into a pit of snakes than admit it to myself.
“Go upstairs,” he commands.
My stupid body wants to obey him, God , does it want to. But I won’t. Not when less than six hours ago he was all over another girl.
I give a subtle shake of my head, drawing in a steady breath as I resist the pull. “Why don’t you invite Catalina upstairs instead? I’m sure she’d love to. As for me, I’m going to go find Frankie.”
“Up. Stairs.” His voice hardens, and it sends my heart thumping, a warmth spreading over my skin. No, please don’t use that voice. Then it’ll be hard to resist.
“You don’t own me,” I say, forcing confidence into my voice. “And I’m not yours, so no.”
He tilts his head, his eyes narrowing into fiery slits that seem to burn right through me. He steps forward, and I instinctively take a step back. Shit, maybe I said the wrong thing. He moves closer, driving me back until the cold surface of the front door presses against my spine.
I’m trapped now.
“Say it again,” he warns, his voice dangerously unrecognizable. I bite back a whimper as his breath grazes my ear. I feel weak and strong all at once, leaving a confusing blend of defiance and desire swirling inside me. “Say you’re not mine again. I dare you.”
He pulls me close, positioning me in front of him with my back pressed against his chest.
His warm breath teases against the curve of my ear. “Let’s get one thing straight, Amelia. Your entire body is mine, and you will not let anyone else touch it.” He presses himself further into me, his growing hard-on right on my ass. “This ass that’s perfectly curved to my dick right now—mine.” He pinches my nipples through my dress with his free hand. “These beautiful tits—mine.”
My breath hitches when he moves my panties to the side, giving him access to plunge two fingers into me. “And this cunt—well, we both know it only comes alive for me. Your body belongs to me, and while I have it, now and forever, I will be the only one who gets to worship it. Understand?”
I don’t know if it’s the couple of drinks I’ve had, or the incessant need to see what he’ll do, but I muster the courage to whisper, “I’m not yours.”
Before I can blink, Blade’s hand moves to my neck in a blur. My pulse skyrockets. Instinct takes over, and I start running, heading for the stairs. Each step pounds under my feet, and I’m glad I took my heels off at the door. I can feel his presence right behind me, like a shadow tied to my body with an invisible string.
I’m almost at the top of the staircase when my foot catches on the edge of the last step, causing me to trip onto the floor above. No, no, no. My terrible freaking athleticism will be the death of me one day. What if I was running from a serial killer? I scramble to get up, but before I can, I feel the press of a boot on my back, pinning me down.
“Caught you,” Blade drawls, his voice dripping with amusement.
I struggle beneath the weight of his boot, trying to wiggle free, but it’s no use. I eventually tire myself out, my body going limp against the floor. I’m panting so damn hard. After being an asshole and taunting me for a little longer, he lifts his foot, finally giving me room to move. I start to push myself up when his voice cuts through the air, sharp and taunting. “Ah, ah, ah. You’re going to crawl the rest of the way.”
“C-crawl?” The idea shocks me, but the way my heart races… the rush that floods through me feels disturbingly addictive.
“Yes.” His voice is like sin. “Crawl to my room. Show me how much of a good girl you can be for me.”
A sharp breath escapes me, and my tongue darts out to lick my bottom lip. I should be angry, humiliated at the very thought. I should say no. But the thrill of it… the way his commanding voice is like a puppet master with a direct line to my body.
Slowly, I prop myself up on my hands and knees, the cool floor beneath me sending goosebumps across my skin. I crawl, the only sound in my ears being my pounding heart and his boot steps trailing behind me.
When we reach his room, he sits on the edge of the bed, his eyes locked on mine with a fiery blaze. He doesn’t even have to ask and I start crawling in his direction.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” he murmurs. I watch his fingers work the buckle of his belt, the smooth leather making a crack in the air as he pulls it free. The sight alone sends my head spinning, a dizzying rush of heat pooling between my legs. I’m getting drunk on lust.
When I finish crawling to him, he slips the belt around my neck, and before I can even catch my breath, he yanks it tight. My head jerks up, the sudden pressure making my neck strain. He leans down and we’re face-to-face, so close I can feel his breath on my lips.
“Look at you, right where you belong,” he rasps, brushing his thumb across my cheek. “Only I get to see you like this. On your knees and waiting for my next command.” The belt constricts tighter around my neck. “Isn’t that right?”
I nod, because it’s all I can do.
“If any man touches you again, I’m going to cut off his head and make you dig a hole in the ground to bury it.”
“Why do you do that?” I blurt out the best I can. “Why do you always have to be so… so like that ?” I ask, more out of curiosity than anything. Or, maybe I’m trying to figure out why I like it.
“Because,” he says softly, trailing his finger down my arm, leaving a path of goosebumps in its wake. “That’s just who I am. Some people are born to lead, and some to follow. I say what goes, and people go along with it.”
“And what gives you all the power?”
“I give it to myself. That’s the difference between leaders and followers. Followers wait for someone else to give it, leaders take it by force.” He pauses and tilts his head, studying me. “You like that.”
“W-what? Why would I like that?” I hope my increasingly warm cheeks aren’t turning red and giving me away.
He hums like he doesn’t believe me.
Then he leans over, his expression unreadable as he hands me a tablet.
“What’s this?” I ask, tilting my head in curiosity.
“Look,” he demands.
I swipe the screen to life, and my heart races as the video begins to play. It shows Blade and Catalina walking down the hall, looking casual, a far cry from what the pictures showed. They stop in front of the music room. I lean in closer, my breath catching as Rhys steps into view, pulling Catalina inside.
The pieces click together in my mind, and I feel a wave of relief wash over me, mixed with disbelief. The lovey-dovey pictures I’d seen were all staged. But from who? Catalina? Did she really go through the trouble of photoshopping pictures just to send them around the school? But someone else must’ve taken the pictures, they looked like they were shot from a couple of feet away.
I look up at Blade, a bright smile breaking across my face. “So, it was all fa—”
“Did I give you permission to talk?” When my lips part, he continues, “The only thing you should be doing with your mouth right now is stuffing my cock in it, not running it.”
The way he looks at me—dark and predatory—makes me both nervous and excited. I swallow hard, suddenly aware of how close we are, and the weight of his words hangs between us like a promise.
Without warning, he grabs a fistful of my hair and shoves his dick into my mouth. My throat struggles to accommodate his growing length.
“Mmm fuck,” he grunts. Loud gags fill the air, mingling with his heavy breathing and subtle groans of pleasure. “You dirty little slut, choking on my cock.” I feel a moan slip from my lips, vibrating on his dick. “Fuuuuuck.” He tilts his head back.
He tightens his grip on my hair, the silky strands wrapping around his fist, hurting my scalp. When I start to tire and slow my movements after a few minutes, he sends a slap to my face with the end of the belt. “Sluts don’t get tired, keep going. Here, you want help?” He thrusts his hips up from the bed, driving his entire length deep to the back of my throat while he face-fucks me. Spit is drooling out of my mouth as I struggle to keep pace with his relentless pounding. If he’s this hard in my mouth, I can’t imagine when he ravishes my poor pussy.
“That’s more fucking like it. Take all of me down your pretty little throat until you can’t breathe.”