Chapter 45
OLLY
I'm still furious, even an hour later, that my unhinged stepbrother and his two brainless friends think they can intimidate me.
I keep checking my burner phone, and the school newspaper's social media accounts, a swarm of nervous, angry vipers nesting in my stomach and causing nausea to rise.
Come on, why haven't they broken the story yet about Rawdon?
Surely something this colossal would be posted by now.
Did I underestimate my target? Does he have more influence with the student body than I gave him credit for?
Fuck, what am I going to do if this doesn't work?
I run through my other options, and short of kidnapping the fucker and putting a blade to his throat, to force him to confess what he did to Cheyanne and me all those years ago, I'm starting to run low on ideas on how to thrust his crimes out into the open, without more physical proof.
It's okay, Olly, you did your best, Cheyanne's soft voice whispers through my mind, but it's incorrect.
I haven't done my best, I've allowed four muscled and tattooed distractions to have taken my focus away from my job here in Soule.
I want to instantly chastise myself for them, and I search deep for the regret I should be feeling for sleeping with Sim, and my interactions with Damon, Cross, and River, but I don't find any.
Life is too short for regrets, and I know that better than anyone.
I just need to keep on task and see this through, then I can reevaluate my life choices, and how to move forward.
Fuck it, if the paper won't post what I need them to, I'll find another way.
There have to be others that would break the story, even if it's just for clickbait on their accounts.
I post the image and the heading to my account, with a sticker blocking out the poor girl's face, and cropping her breast. You can still tell what's happening in it, and clearly see Rawdon.
If anyone wants the full photo, I'll make sure to send it.
I did my homework and know who the popular people on campus are.
I tag a bunch of the jocks, cheerleaders, science and drama students, and go from there.
I repeat it over and over, tagging new people with every post, until my wall is nothing but a grid of that photo, twelve posts deep.
I know I'll probably get this account shut down, but screenshots and the internet are forever, and I'm betting others will help me spread the word like wildfire.
I'm partially hidden, close to the administrative building that holds the dean's office, the rest of my classes for the day forgotten, as I wait to see if Professor Rawdon will be summoned.
It's a risk I'm taking, being this close to the heat, but I can't seem to keep myself away.
I need to witness the look on his face as he faces the judgment he failed to receive years ago.
The one that Cheyanne missed out on, before she ended her suffering in a bathtub filled with blood.
I've acquired a few strange looks from students heading back and forth to classes, but I just disregard them.
I don't give a crap what they think of me.
I caught a glimpse of Ava rushing across campus toward the parking lot a while ago.
Poor girl looked out of sorts, and that song 'I Kissed a Girl' by Katy Perry has been rolling nonstop in my head since.
Do I feel bad for kissing her like that?
Not in the slightest. She came at me first, and she's lucky that was my response instead of my usual violence, but it would have been a shame to ruin that pretty face of hers.
"What are you doing, Hellstorm?" The words are whispered against my exposed neck, and a shiver runs down my spine. I go to swirl around, my fist ready, but a large, muscular arm wraps itself around my waist, crushing my other arm against my body, and grabbing my wrist and crushing it between his fingers. I’m yanked into a hard chest, while thick fingers dig into the back of my head, grasping my hair and holding it in a harsh grip.
The scent of rich, heady smoke and sandalwood instantly infiltrates my senses.
My grip on my burner phone loosens, and I feel it fall from my grasp onto the ground. Shit.
"Release me, River," I demand, lifting my foot and preparing to slam it down on his instep.
"If you try to break my hold, Livy, I'll rip these sexy tights down your legs and have you bent over, and my cock shoved in your ass, quicker than you can say no.
Don't fucking test me. My patience with your antics is limited, after that fucking stunt earlier at the house with Melfort.
" I notice he doesn't mention me kissing his plaything at all. I kind of figured that was all for show, and he really couldn’t have cared less what happened to Ava.
We are all just playthings after all to these three monsters.
"What do you want?" I try to slow my breathing and conserve my strength, as his nose presses against my neck, and he takes a deep inhale of my scent before his lips press to my flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
"So many things, pretty girl. To start with, I'd love to be balls deep in your perfect cunt right now, as I stop you from breathing, while everyone watches me claim what belongs to me," he growls, and the sound has my traitorous core clenching, with the vivid image he paints.
Dammit, I can already feel myself getting wet, and that doesn't bode well for me.
Wasn't I just admonishing myself for my loss of control, and allowing distractions to get in the way of what I need to do?
"Your body likes that idea, I can tell by how your breathing has hitched up, and your pulse has quickened.
If I slipped my fingers into your panties right now, I'd bet everything I own that I'd find you wet, Hellstorm.
You can pretend all you like that I'm not under your skin, like you're under mine, but we both know that's a fucking lie. "
"You're delusional," my voice breaks into a hoarse whisper as his grip around my waist changes, and he relinquishes his hold on my wrist, only to have the tips of his fingers slip beneath the band of my tights. “Why don’t you go play with your Barbie doll, or one of your other sluts?” I question in desperation to stop the forward progress of his digits.
My whole body stills at the threat, as my eyes quickly look around at who's watching us.
A few people are looking our way, a couple of girls are whispering to each other while shooting me daggers, but that doesn't seem to deter River in the slightest, as his fingers slip beneath the edge of my panties and still.
Surely he wouldn't dare to do this here in front of a bunch of witnesses.
He has to have some common sense, right?
"You're thinking right now that I won't do it, that I have some line I won't cross, but you're utterly wrong, Hellstorm.
When it comes to you and making you mine, there's very little I won't do.
You should remember that, Livy, when you decide to constantly push me over the breaking point.
" His teeth sink into the soft spot where my neck and shoulder meet, and I release a cry filled with an intoxicating blend of pain, and sexual need.
His fingers slip down another few inches, until one of his digits presses right against my needy clit, and all my oxygen ceases to reach my lungs.
"Beg me not to fuck you right here, Livy.
Lie to me, and tell me that you don't want me to fill this tight cunt. "
Alarm bells are ringing in my head, and the sober part of me, not intoxicated by River's scent, words, and actions, is demanding that I break free of his hold, and teach him a lesson about sneaking up on me, and making unhinged demands.
The other part of me wants to let the dice roll and see how far he'll take this.
I hesitate, and that's apparently all the permission he needs, as one of his fingers slips between my slick pussy lips and thrusts inside of my tight heat, right here in the open, while students watch.
"They wish they were you right now, Hellstorm.
That's it, pretty girl, part your legs, let me in," he moans into my neck, as he slips another digit inside my channel, and his thumb rubs circles on my nub.
I subconsciously widen my stance, to allow him more room to thrust and press against the soft spot that makes me lose my mind.
I can feel the beginning of an orgasm rising inside of me.
Electric shocks sprint up my spine and through my limbs as my body undulates for him, taking him deeper as his heavy breath, and satisfied moans, whisper in my ear.
I'm lost in the blissful sensations he's stirring inside me, but a part of me is still aware that we have an audience watching this depravity unfold.
Instead of repulsing me like it should, it only causes the heat inside of me to rise further as I barrel toward my release, and I have to bite down on my bottom lip to stem the scream that wishes to flee my lips.
"That's my perfect slut, drench my fingers with your cum.
This pussy was made for me," River growls, as he forces my head to lean further back against his chest, before releasing his grip on my hair, wrapping his fingers around my neck, and squeezing.
"Cum for me, Livy. Be a good girl and show these fuckers how this pussy floods for me. "
My body obeys his command against my will, and I detonate, a scream lodged in my throat as spasm after spasm rocks my body, and makes my knees go weak.
River's tight grip on my neck is the only thing holding me up at the moment, as my fingers claw at his arms, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
He doesn't stop thrusting, even though his hand is now drenched, and I can hear the wet sounds his fingers are making, as they press into my flesh.
Heat continues to rise within my body, like a volcano erupting, as aftershocks race under my skin.
"That's my girl, see, Hellstorm, this tight cunt knows who its owner is. "
Fuck, why is that so hot when it absolutely shouldn't be?
Loud clapping breaks through my momentary fog and catches my attention, and I search in front of me for its source, only to realize a few football players are watching us, and celebrating River's accomplishment.
Horror and embarrassment finally break the spell River has on me, and I slam my foot down on his instep, followed by a kick backward to his shin.
His hold goes slack on my neck, and I instantly siphon in huge gasps of ragged air as I pull away from him, and his fingers slip out of my pants.
What the fuck was I thinking? How could I have let that happen?
There is something seriously wrong with me that I can't seem to control myself around these assholes.
"Stay the fuck away from me, River, or I'll make sure you're never able to procreate!
" I take another step away from him, meeting his smoldering green eyes that are filled with heat.
"On second thought, I should do the world a fucking favor, and make sure you never can.
" I lunge forward and throw a punch in his direction, which he quickly dodges, but he's not fast enough to get out of the way of my knee, as it slams into his groin, and he crumples to the ground, clutching his cock in pain.
Yeah, and women are the weaker sex, right?
"FUCK, LIVY! I'm fucking hard already! Are you trying to fucking kill me?" He whines in pain, as he tucks himself tight to avoid another of my kicks, and I hear the guys behind me groaning in sympathy pains.
I scrunch down and fist his light blond hair, that shines in the sunlight like spun gold.
I force him to stare at me even through the pain he's in.
"I don't belong to you, River Brackley, or Mayhem, or either of those two fools you call friends.
You can keep trying to come at me and break me down, but I'll fight you with everything I have in me. "
I release my grip and swipe my sweaty palms down my pants, aware that my crotch is all sticky from my cum.
A part of me is feeling an emotion I don't want to analyze too closely, as I watch him writhing in pain on the ground, after he just gave me so much pleasure.
Walk away, Olly. Don't feel sympathy for monsters, who would hurt and humiliate you without a second thought.
I turn to walk away, but his voice calls me back, "You're wrong, Hellstorm. You were made for us, for Mayhem. It's why you're here, it's why we've let you keep breathing after all your attempts to defy us. You can run, Livy, but that won't change the fact that you're ours."
I take quick strides away from him, his voice ringing in my ears as I push past the assholes that were watching us, and sucker punch one of them in the ribs, when he dares to call me a slut. River's wrong, he has to be. I don't belong to them, I don't belong to anyone but myself, right?