Chapter 46 River
RIVER
I'm still gripping my cock in pain, when Cross finds me on a wooden bench outside the administrative building, the bright sun blaring down on me.
My little Hellstorm's violence toward me is getting out of hand.
She could have seriously damaged my family jewels.
How am I going to fill her womb with my babies if she destroys my ability to procreate?
The thought of the three of us breeding Livy over and over, watching her stomach round with our kids, and a bunch of mini-mes running around, brings an unhinged smile to my face.
She's going to hate that, and that's why I need to make it happen, and I know for sure Damon will be on board.
Maybe motherhood will mellow her out some, but then again, it might make her even more violent.
Is it wild that I'm thinking about knocking up this chick we barely know?
Sure. Will it dissuade me from doing it?
Hell no, I meant what I said to Olly, she belongs to us, she was made for us, and I'll hold on to her any way I can.
"What the hell has you smiling like that, fucker?
" Cross sits down next to me, his posture relaxed and deceiving.
I take him in, his long, toned frame encased in dark jeans, and a tight black shirt that molds to his abs.
The sleeves of tattoos are visible on his thick forearms thanks to his shirtsleeves being pushed upwards, and I know from firsthand experience they follow his torso until they meet the veins in his neck, which bounce when he swallows.
His chiseled square jaw is currently clenched, making me want to lick and nibble on it.
His lips are in a straight line, and his mocha eyes survey everything around us closely, always looking for the next threat.
I can't remember a time he wasn't always on guard, always ready to take out any enemy.
His instincts are sharp, but they have to be, he's Gerald Weyburn's son and heir, and with that will invariably come danger.
Rather than answer him, I bring my fingers up against his lips.
"Take a deep whiff, brother, that's the scent of Livy's perfect cunt, and the orgasm I ripped from her, right here in public.
" I'm expecting him to push my hand away in disbelief, or even in anger.
What I'm not expecting is for him to lick my fingers, and suck them into his warm mouth.
Jesus fuck, now I'm hard as a rock again, and my nuts feel like they're going to explode.
My lips open and close, unable to utter a single word, as groans of satisfaction exit Cross before he pulls back, and my hand drops to his lap, and I feel his stiff cock standing at attention.
"Ummm, well fuck, I wasn't expecting that to be your reaction. "
Cross cocks an eyebrow in my direction before a wicked smile traverses his face, and we hear a cry, as a girl who was too busy watching us walks into a pole. "Why? My dear stepsister tastes delicious. It would be a shame to let her cum on your fingers go to waste."
I stare at him, unable to process his new mood.
Just an hour ago, he was ready to set the whole school on fire, with Livy trapped inside it.
What has changed in the time we parted ways, besides the fact that I just made Olly cum?
"You have something you wanna tell me, Cross, or shall we play twenty questions like we used to when we were kids?
" I wag my eyebrows at him, playfully as I squeeze his cock through his jeans, and he groans deep in his throat at the contact.
It gives me some pleasure to know I'm not the only one who's worked up now.
"I take it you've been too busy to check your phone?" He grabs the cell sitting next to me on the bench that Livy discarded in her haste to flee from me. I'm about to tell him that's not mine when I catch a look of surprise on his face. "Whose phone is this, it's not yours?"
I reach for it, but he holds it out of my grasp, as he continues to stare at something that has his full attention on the screen.
"I was about to tell you that Livy dropped that before she took off like a violent bat out of hell.
It's hers. I was hoping she'd realize that she dropped it, and come back for round two. "
"So you haven't looked through it?" Cross finally meets my gaze, and I'm confused about what he's going on about.
"Naw, I was too busy trying not to puke up my nuts, which crawled back into my body after Livy kneed me.
I kinda figured there was a lock screen or something on it, to be honest, so I didn't give it much thought.
" I reach for the phone again, and this time Cross lets me take it from him.
The minute I take a look at the screen, my eyebrows shoot into my hairline.
On the screen is a social media account, with post after post of the same picture of a guy snorting drugs off a coked-out girl's naked body.
A close look has me choking on my own spit.
It's a photo of a much younger Professor Jacob Rawdon, from when he attended Soule and was part of our fraternity. "Oh, fuck."
"Oh fuck, indeed. Now, why would my new sister, who's only been in Soule for a week, have this photo of Rawdon when he attended here, and yet the better question is, why would she be actively attempting to destroy Rawdon's life, and career?
" I swipe through the rest of the phone, but it's clean, other than a text to an unregistered number instructing them to go ahead with something asap. What the fuck is going on here?
"The plot thickens, brother. I knew there was something that didn't add up here. My violent little psycho has secrets as deep as the Mariana Trench, and by the looks of it, just as deadly."
"You think she knew Rawdon before coming here?
" I question, going back to the post and enlarging it, to see if I missed anything important.
There's no way Livy would be in it. She would have been in her mid-teens when Rawdon was in school here.
I try to replay all the interactions I've witnessed between the two of them quickly in my mind.
He came to her defense in class, but I didn't get the impression he knew her.
Didn't Damon say something about Rawdon confronting him, to allow Livy to escape when he was trying to hurt her?
This is all so bizarre. I feel myself growing excited at the suspense. I love a good mystery.
"I'm sure of it. I think that's why she chose to move into the mansion with her mom, and agreed to my father's domineering terms. Going to school here was part of whatever plan she's working on.
She's actively attempting to destroy Jacob Rawdon, and if I know Olivia like I think I do, he's done something to deserve it.
The question is what, and how far is she willing to go? "
Before I can reply, we observe as a furious Professor Rawdon races across the quad, heading toward the dean's building, his face flushed and hair disheveled.
Cross is up and charging at him, before I can even get on my feet.
"Your daddy's not gonna be able to use his money, or political power, to sweep this under the rug this time, Rawdon!
" Cross shoves him hard, and Rawdon stumbles, a mask of murderous rage across his face.
"Was this you, Weyburn?! Did you post this shit all over campus, huh?
!" Rawdon gets right up in Cross's face, and that's a huge mistake.
I can tell from where I'm standing, not even two feet away, that Cross is ready to blow.
Once he starts swinging, there won't be any stopping him.
I hesitate for a moment to get between them.
The truth is, I would love Cross to end Rawdon.
The guy's a piece of shit, and if that photo is real, it's just one more fucked up, abusive situation we tack on to the guy, to add to the mountain we already know about.
"What does Olivia have on you? What did you do to her?" Cross demands.
"Olivia? Olivia who? I have no idea what the fuck you're on about, Weyburn!" Rawdon looks momentarily confused.
"Olivia Springhill, my stepsister! What the fuck did you do to her, for her to come after you?
" Cross strikes forward, hitting Rawdon's face with an upper cut that causes it to swing backward.
Before he can hit him again, I push my way between them, my glare on all the bystanders now filming on their phones.
"Too many eyes, Cross!" I grit through clenched teeth, as I have to work to hold him back.
"I don't give a shit. He deserves so much worse.
You hear me, Rawdon?! I'm going to make sure they bury you where no one will ever find you!
" Rawdon tears himself out of my grip, his shirt ripping in the process, as he storms away from us and toward the admin building.
He reaches the top of the stone stairs that lead inside the building, and with one further glare in our direction, he disappears within the stone walls.
I turn and face the small crowd that had formed to watch Cross lose his shit. "If that gets posted anywhere, you'll be getting a visit from Damon and me." They scamper off immediately, like rodents fleeing a sinking ship. Dammit, this day has been a clusterfuck.
"Where is my stepsister now?" Cross demands, his body still visibly vibrating with rage, as he flexes his hand, his knuckles split and already bleeding.
"She took off in that direction," I nod toward the science building.
"What do you want to do here, Cross? Should we call Damon back from looking for Sim?
We could just let whatever is happening here blow up, and watch from the sidelines.
" There's a gnawing feeling in my stomach now, something unsettled, and it has all to do with Livy and her motives.
Why is she putting herself in danger? What could all of this mean?
Fuck, Hellstorm, how many secrets are you hiding, and what's your end goal?
"No, let Damon loose on Sim, while we find her, and once we do, she's going to tell us the truth about who she is, and what her involvement with Jacob Rawdon is," he growls, and starts moving in the same direction Livy fled, his large frame radiating malice.
"What if she refuses, Cross? What are you going to do then?
" I move to keep pace with him, a sliver of fear gripping me.
Would he kill her? He has feelings for her, stronger than he wants to admit even to himself.
I just don't think that's enough to override his need to be in complete control of her, and everything in our world.
A part of me hopes we don't find her, not that I want to utter those betraying thoughts out loud to my best friend.
Cross is already past the breaking point, and it's doubtful Livy will just hand over the information.
No, she'll fight us tooth and nail, and with the way things are right now, I can't see Cross holding back.
He's going to rip it out of her any way he can.
I don't want to see my Hellstorm hurt again.
It fucking gutted me to see her condition when we took her out of those woods.
"Then we'll dig two graves, River. She and Rawdon can go meet the devil together." Fuck.