8. Ava
CHAPTER 8
AVA
Wes wastes no time in guiding me off the dance floor, leading me to an open staircase on the side of the room that escaped my notice when I first arrived here with the girls. I follow behind him as he ascends, my hand still firmly in his grip and my heart still slamming against my ribs.
I’m not the kind of girl who indulges in random hookups. Ever . I’ve barely even kissed boys, but right now there’s just enough liquor in my system to have me making questionable decisions– such as following a guy I barely know to god knows where, to do god knows what.
Shit, I should probably think this through…
I don’t have time to, though, because we reach the top of the staircase and I’m immediately distracted by my new surroundings, taking in the large balcony that overlooks the rest of the room and the low-riding black leather sectional spread out across it. The sofa is strategically placed near the rail to give whoever sits on it a full view of the crowd below, but everyone else can see up here, too– and at that realization, my throat tightens with trepidation.
Sneaking off somewhere to make out with Wes is already bad enough, but doing it up here on display for the entire party raging below…
I definitely don’t want that kind of attention as the new girl on campus.
I snap my head toward him, eyes wide and lips parting to speak up in protest, but then I see that he’s reaching for the handle of a door along the wall– something else I failed to notice.
Jeez, I really need to be better about scoping out my surroundings rather than just following blindly.
Wes pushes it open, glancing back at me with that easy grin of his, and all my nerves seem to melt away.
God, he’s gorgeous.
He ushers me through the door, the two of us stepping into a sizable private hangout space complete with a well-stocked bar, leather furniture, a huge flatscreen TV, and a pool table. This loft is basically a bachelor’s paradise, and I’m both shocked and impressed that Wes has access to a place like this; a haven tucked away from the chaos of the party downstairs.
Red flag number two that I blow past.
When he closes the door behind us, I realize that the loft is also impressively soundproofed. Now that we’re sealed inside, all I can hear is the dull thump of the music below.
“What is this place?” I ask, taking it all in with wide-eyed awe as I advance into the room.
“Somewhere quieter,” he replies smugly.
I aim a smirk his way, stepping up to the pool table and trailing my fingertips along the edge of the smooth wood.
Wes strides toward me, the heat in his gaze unmistakable. He doesn’t stop until he’s right up on me, crowding my body in against the side of the pool table, my ass meeting the edge. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy,” he murmurs, threading his fingers into my hair at the nape of my neck.
My breath catches as I gaze up at him, my lips parting slightly. His eyes flicker down to them, then he leans in, crushing his lips against mine in a dominant, demanding kiss. It happens so fast that I can barely even react. He swallows my little whimper of surprise, my body melting against his as his tongue traces the seam of my lips, then plunges into my mouth, sliding against my own.
I may not be experienced, but it’s easy to follow my instincts. My arms wind around his neck, liquid heat rushing to my core. His own thick arms tighten around my waist, lifting me up to sit on the edge of the pool table. He nudges my knees apart with one of his, and completely forgetting that I’m wearing a dress, I spread my legs, allowing him to step between them. Our chests come crashing together as he angles his head to deepen the kiss, seemingly bent on devouring me.
The sensations flooding through my body are almost too much, the ache between my legs drowning out any sense of rationality as Wes continues to kiss me within an inch of my life. It gets hot and heavy fast, his hands landing on my bare thighs and pushing at the hem of my dress. His lips leave mine to trail a path down my jaw, sucking against the column of my throat as I pant beneath him. My head falls back, and when his thumb brushes my clit through my panties, a needy moan escapes my lips.
“Aw, you started without us?” a deep voice asks, cutting through my lusty haze like a knife.
I jerk my head up with a start, eyes landing on a guy I’ve never seen before.
He’s the embodiment of a bad boy fantasy– taller and leaner than Wes, his body wrapped in muscle and every inch of exposed skin covered in tattoos except his face, which is alarmingly handsome. He’s dressed in a faded pair of ripped jeans and a leather jacket, ink crawling up his neck from the collar of his white t-shirt and splashed across his knuckles and the backs of his hands. His dark hair is long on top, flopping in front of his hazel eyes, and the unhinged look in them as he starts toward us makes my skin crawl.
Who is this guy and where the hell did he come from?
My blood turns to ice in my veins when I register movement behind him and realize that someone else is following.
My new stepbrother.
“What is this?” I gasp, whirling on Wes in shock.
The corners of his mouth lift smugly, and suddenly that grin isn’t so charming anymore.
My gaze snaps between the three of them, and I finally wake up to all the red flags waving in my fucking face.
The Kings .
“Hey, don’t stop on our account,” the hot tattooed guy says, holding up his hands in mock-surrender as he closes in on us, lips sliding into a sinister smirk. “As long as you moan like that for me too, Ava baby,” he adds with a wink.
“Of course she will, Ford, that’s what whores do,” Raf growls, the eerie monotone of his low voice dripping with malice.
My stomach swoops, a deep sense of foreboding washing over me.
I need to get out of here.
I slide my palms to Wes’ chest and shove, only to realize that he’s got me pinned in place, his strong grip on my body unrelenting. I can’t even move him an inch.
“What are you doing?” I choke, panic lacing every syllable.
Raf and the tattooed guy he called Ford circle in like vultures. Suddenly, my back’s slamming down against the pool table, Ford’s inked hands pinning my wrists to the felt surface.
“You get her nice and wet for us?” Ford asks Wes, who’s keeping a commanding grip on my thighs as I struggle against him.
“You know I did,” Wes chuckles cruelly.
Raf slides in beside Wes, the two of them prying my thighs apart while I scream in objection. Then Raf reaches in and yanks my panties to the side, my body jolting as cool air rushes over my bare center and a little piece of me dies.
“You’re right, she’s fucking dripping,” Raf murmurs, spreading me open with his fingers.
“Get off!” I scream as I fight harder to break free, tears of humiliation slipping from my eyes as they continue their rough perusal of my most intimate parts. “Don’t touch me, you assholes! Let me go!”
My desperate pleas fall on deaf ears, hands still holding fast.
“You want a taste, dontcha Wes?” Ford urges.
I kick and flail against their harsh grip, screaming louder for them to set me free.
That scream turns into something else when I feel the rough brush of stubble against my inner thighs, followed by Wes’ warm, wet tongue stroking along my slit. I choke on a gasp as he licks into me, then suctions his mouth over my clit, stars exploding behind my eyelids.
“Does that feel good?” Ford asks in a low, sultry voice, and I crack my lids to see his face hovering above mine, hazel eyes alight with sick fascination.
I wish it didn’t feel good. I wish my body wasn’t such a damn traitor right now, but what Wes is doing between my thighs has my screams dissolving into moans, my panic twisting into some disgusting semblance of pleasure.
“Get off,” I whimper weakly, even as I rock my hips up into Wes’ face, chasing his skilled tongue as it flicks and teases my clit.
“Oh, he’ll get you off,” Ford chuckles, stroking my hair back from my face like a lover.
The coil in my belly winds tighter and tighter as Wes works his magic, my thighs trembling, the fight draining out of me as he brings me closer to orgasm. The spike of fear heightens every sensation– the rasp of his stubble against my skin, the heat of his mouth, the sweep of his tongue…
This isn’t right.
It shouldn’t feel as good as it does, but when Wes suctions his lips over my clit again and pinches it between his teeth, I lose control. I cry out as the tightrope I’ve been walking snaps, my climax crashing over me with the force of a hurricane. My body jerks beneath their hands, belligerent curses and moans leaving my lips as waves of bliss wash over me, threatening to pull me under.
When I come back into myself, I wish they’d drowned me. Because not only was that the most intense orgasm of my life, but also the most shameful, humiliating thing I’ve ever experienced, my body betraying my mind in a way I can never come back from.
It was a violation. I didn’t want it.
My eyes flutter open to meet Raf’s, his pupils blown wide as he stares back at me. Then he shakes his head like he’s trying to snap himself out of a daze, that same cruel, detached expression returning to his face. “I think the little slut wants some cock now, don’t you?” he sneers.
“No!” I scream, trying to jerk upright, but Ford slams my shoulders back down against the pool table with a laugh, like this is all some fucked-up game to them.
Raf nudges Wes aside and takes his place between my thighs, belt clinking as he starts unfastening it. I begin panicking in earnest, twisting and writhing and practically choking on the gulps of air that I try to drag into my lungs.
“Don’t! Please!” I beg through a choked sob, tears obscuring my vision and my chest tightening painfully. “Please, not that! I’ve never!”
Raf freezes with his hands on his belt, a look of genuine confusion playing across his features. “You’re not seriously trying to tell me you’re a virgin, are you?” he scoffs cruelly. Then he throws his head back and laughs– actually laughs – like the devil he is. “There’s no fucking way!”
For the first time since the other guys walked in, Wes’ mask of savage indifference slips and he actually looks uncomfortable for a second, edging closer to my stepbrother. “Raf…”
Raf holds up a hand, his friend going silent.
So I guess it’s clear who the leader is amongst them.
Not that I was suddenly expecting Wes to transform into my white knight after he lured me in here, let his friends hold me down, and licked me to a mind-numbing orgasm without my consent. But for a split second, I allowed myself to have a glimmer of hope that maybe he’d come through for me and help me out of this.
Any hope I had dies when Raf spears a finger into me.
A scream tears from my throat at the intrusion, so loud that it’s instantly raw and aching. My stepbrother is undeterred by my pained cries, brows drawing together in concentration as he moves his thick digit inside me. My entire body tenses as I brace for the worst, only to realize that he’s being strangely gentle, just… stroking . Prodding.
Something flickers in his eyes when he apparently gets the confirmation he’s been seeking.
“Well shit,” he breathes, slipping his finger back out as he looks up at his friends. “Little slut’s telling the truth.”
My cheeks burn, a ragged breath leaving my lips and a tear slipping from the corner of my eye. Ford immediately leans down to lick it off like a creep. Though I want to feel relieved that Raf’s no longer touching me, I doubt my intact hymen will deter these monsters from taking what they want.
Raf’s hand lands on his belt again and my heart clenches in fear.
“Please don’t! Please …” I rasp.
To my surprise, he re-fastens it, lips curling into a sickening smile as his dark gaze flickers up to meet my own. “Oh, I’m not gonna fuck you, Ava,” he drawls, his deep voice smooth as silk. “Not right now, anyway. But know this: your cherry belongs to me . I will fuck you, and when I rip through your virginity, you’re going to want it.” He leans over me, his eyes so dark they’re almost black. “Better yet, you’ll be begging me for it.”
I shake my head, glaring daggers at him. “ Never .”
“We’ll see about that.” He pushes off from the pool table and takes a step back, nodding to his friends. They immediately relinquish their grip on me, and for a minute, I think he’s letting me go; that this torment has finally ended.
Because I underestimate how evil my stepbrother really is.
“Climb down from there and get on your knees,” Raf orders, his tone eerily devoid of emotion.
I push myself up with shaky hands, slamming my thighs together and tugging the hem of my dress down over them as I blink at him in disbelief. “What?”
“Wes made you feel good, didn’t he?” Raf asks, shrugging a shoulder like this is just some casual, normal request. “The least you could do is finish him off.” He looks toward Wes. “Wouldn’t you agree?”
A grin spreads across Wes’ face– ironically, the very same one that gave me butterflies when he approached me on the deck downstairs. Now, that grin has a sense of dread washing over me, unease curling in my gut.
“Don’t you wanna suck his dick, pretty girl?” Ford asks, that devious gleam igniting in his hazel eyes again.
I can’t even form words. My stomach churns, bile crawling up my throat as I shake my head adamantly, eyes frantically searching the room for the nearest exit.
As if he can sense I’m about to make a run for it, Raf lunges in my direction, his hand latching around my throat. He yanks me off the edge of the pool table to my feet, hand sliding up to my chin and pinching my cheeks together painfully between his fingers and thumb. “Play nice, Ava,” he warns as he draws my face in closer to his. “If you bite, I’ll bend you over this pool table and fuck you bloody.”
I tremble at the warning, not doubting for a second he’d make good on that threat.
Seemingly satisfied by the fear reflected in my eyes, he lets go of my face, pressing his hands firmly to my shoulders and pushing me down to the floor. I’m still trembling as I let him guide me to my knees, then he smiles, tipping up my chin with a finger until my eyes meet his soulless ones.
“ Good girl .”
Those two words simultaneously feel like a slap and a caress.
Raf moves out of the way and Wes steps in to take his place in front of me, fisting his hard cock in his palm. My eyes widen at the size of it, thick veins protruding from his shaft and a drop of precum leaking from the tip.
“Open wide, sweetheart,” Wes croons, angling his monstrous dick toward my mouth.
In a last act of defiance, I press my lips closed tightly, glaring up at him so he can see the rage and hatred burning in my eyes.
Wes just chuckles in amusement as he reaches down to grab my chin, pinching my cheeks until my lips pop open. Then he punches his hips forward, forcing his cock past them.
I gag around his thickness as he thrusts into my mouth with a grunt, my hands flying to his thighs and pushing back against him instinctively when I start to choke.
Ford springs into action, yanking my arms behind my back and restraining both my wrists in a single hand. I continue choking on Wes’ dick as he starts ruthlessly fucking my face, the smooth head of his cock bumping the back of my throat with every thrust.
Black spots dot my vision, my lungs burning with the need for oxygen. In a bid not to suffocate, I try to relax my jaw, moving my tongue against the underside of Wes’ shaft on instinct. He groans in pleasure, the sound of it going straight to my core, that traitorous throb starting up again between my thighs. Wes sinks a hand into my hair, guiding my head as I swallow his cock, his lust-filled gaze burning into mine.
“Fuck, this is turning you on, isn’t it?” Ford marvels, watching me with rapt fascination. With my wrists still clutched tightly in one of his hands, he dips the other between my legs.
I wish I’d fixed my underwear.
They’re still pulled to the side, granting him easy access to drag a finger through my slit before sinking it deep inside me. I clench around him, my traitorous body again reacting against my will.
Shit, do I have a degradation kink or something?
I’m not experienced, so I have no idea what I’m into, but my body sure seems to think so.
Ford’s thumb brushes my clit and I moan around Wes’ cock, eliciting a moan of his own in response to the vibration of my throat.
“Shit, she’s loving this,” Ford announces gleefully, rubbing my clit expertly with his thumb as he pumps his finger in and out of me.
No, I’m not . This is wrong. It’s shameful and disgusting and wrong , but that coil in my belly is wound up tight again, and before I even realize what’s happening, I’m falling apart around Ford’s finger, moaning around Wes’ cock, freefalling into another orgasm that I never even saw coming.
I can’t breathe, can’t think– my eyes squeeze shut as I shudder through my release, and when I open them, Ford’s lifting his hand, his tattooed fingers glistening with my juices. He lewdly licks them clean, and with a final hard snap of his hips, Wes shoves his dick all the way to the back of my throat, grunting as he comes.
I choke as his salty release coats my tongue, pushing back against him. He holds me in place until he finishes, then pulls out, grabbing my chin and forcing my mouth closed.
“Swallow,” Raf commands from somewhere nearby.
I stare into Wes’ eyes, conveying my loathing in my glare as I comply.
Raf steps up beside Wes and my gaze snaps to my stepbrother, the ghost of a smile on his lips. “Good girl,” he praises.
Those words light me up from the inside, even as hot tears of humiliation leak from my eyes and slide down my cheeks.
He lifts his chin arrogantly, giving a little flick of his head. “You can go now.”
I don’t need to be told twice. Jolting to my feet, I make a break for the door to the balcony, the three of them cackling behind me. I yank it open and dart for the stairs, nearly tripping over my own feet in my haste to descend them.
The party downstairs is still raging, the music deafening, and as soon as I spring off the last step, I take off running for the exit. I push my way through the crowd until I’m out the door, gulping fresh air into my lungs and racing in a dead sprint down the path back to my dorm.
Tears blur my vision as I run, lungs burning with exertion and mind reeling over what just happened.
Richelle was right, the Kings are dangerous.
Because these men aren’t Kings. They’re fucking monsters .