12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
I really was dreaming. Or rather, nightmare-ing.
I hid in the library, watching the professor and the twins, when a voice said, “Wake up, sweetheart.”
My mom’s voice.
I spun, and there she stood. But she looked so pale, and her eye sockets were black holes.
I reached out for her. “Mom?”
But I blinked, and she was gone.
“Wake up, sweetheart.”
The voice, her voice, came from behind me.
I spun once more, but someone grabbed me from behind and shoved me up against the library wall, their hot breath against my neck.
“I warned you what would happen if you didn’t leave Whispering Ivy.” The voice changed from Mom’s to a weird mix of hers and Ghostface’s. “Time to die, whore, but don’t worry. Mommy’s here to drag you straight to hell.”
I woke with a start, gasping as I sat up. Cold sweat coated my skin, and my heart rioted like a rabid animal in my chest. Shadows blurred in the dark, shapes that felt like monsters lurking just out of sight. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting to steady my breaths.
“You woke me up.”
My eyes flew open at the accented voice. Malcolm stood at the foot of my bed, watching me with his signature smirk, half amused, half sinister. His large, very naked frame loomed over me, arms crossed, the dim light from the hallway painting his tan skin with an eerie glow.
“What are you doing here?” The words came out small, raw. Ragged.
He sighed. “Hello? I already told you. You woke me up. Thanks for that, by the way.”
My cheeks heated. “How—”
“You were shrieking like a damned banshee getting gang-banged.” He cocked his head. “Dreaming of me giving you a pounding, eh?”
“No, I really wasn’t. And I’m awake now, so you can go back to bed. I won’t disturb you again.”
Because no way in hell was I ever going back to sleep after that nightmare.
Malcolm made no move to leave.
“Get out,” I snapped, lying back and pulling the blankets over my head.
But a moment later, he ripped them off, leaving me feeling exposed under his probing gaze.
He snorted. “Not so fast, sweetheart. If you want privacy, I suggest a door with a lock.”
Yeah, we both knew I didn’t remove my own damn door.
I kicked out at him to make him leave, my foot connecting with his knee. I must’ve caught him off guard because the move actually made him stumble backwards. He instantly regained his footing.
Judging from his growl, I’d done nothing but piss him off.
He lunged forward and wrapped his fingers around my wrist. “Come on. You’re awake. I’m awake—because of you—and you’re going to keep me company.”
I tried to tug my arm back, but his fingers only tightened with bruising strength.
“No. Get the fuck out.” I pulled back again, but he didn’t release me.
In fact, he was already hauling me to my feet, pushing me ahead of him into the hall. “I don’t really care that much what you want.”
With each step, my stomach twisted, a mess of mixed emotions.
Did I want to be with Malcolm? No. Did I want to be alone? Also no. Not after that nightmare.
Had the rendezvous with Xander left me hornier than ever, even needier for a proper fuck? Yes. Did I want that fuck to be with Xander? Obviously, but it wasn’t like we’d ever be a couple or anything.
I needed to hold out as long as I could for him. I needed to wait until he begged me for it. Until I knew we’d be doing it again and again and again.
But I had no idea what sort of relationship Malcolm and Kade actually had, what sort of sexual game they were playing. Still, it was obvious Kade wanted Malcolm all to himself…and I had no doubts that Malcolm could have serious influence over Kade as a result.
So maybe if I could endear myself to Malcolm, he could convince Kade, to, you know, not kill me?
Because it had to have been Kade who attacked me in the library. It had to have been.
I stopped fighting and dragging my feet into Malcolm’s room.
He closed and locked his door, all the while sweeping his heated, pale-gray eyes over my body. “On top of the covers.”
“Don’t want to risk me getting my bedbugs on your sheets?” I narrowed my eyes, giving him a look of pure disdain.
Malcolm chuckled, the sound rippling through the room like dark silk.
“Get naked,” he ordered. “We’re gonna fuck.”
I opened my mouth to retort, but he closed the space between us in an instant. His lips crashed down onto mine. I gasped, the sound swallowed by his mouth as he pressed me down onto the mattress. His hands were everywhere at once, gripping my hips, sliding up my back, holding me in place like he owned me. His hard cock rubbed against my stomach.
“I’m gonna fuck you like the slut you are, Tuesday,” he growled against my lips. “Play with you like you’re the little toy you are. My own personal cock sleeve.”
My pulse whooshed in my ears. Blood thrummed to my clit, my pussy already slippery wet for his massive cock.
“I thought you didn’t put your D anywhere. Isn’t that what you said?”
He grinned. “Eh, a cunt’s a cunt. But you can fight if you want to. It’ll make it even hotter.”
“Damn, you know how to make a girl feel special,” I panted out, already pulling my nightshirt over my head and wiggling out of my panties.
“Roll over,” he said. “On your stomach.”
“Why?”
“Prone bone, bitch,” he said. “No offense, but while I was fucking your tits, looking at your face was kind of a bummer.”
Lucky for him, I wasn’t opposed to a hatefuck.
“Offense taken, asshole.”
He groaned as he tweaked my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. “You have a great bod, so it’s not a total loss. Roll over.”
I flipped onto my belly since I didn’t really want to gaze deeply into his eyes while we bumped uglies, either. He wanted me, and he would give me what I wanted. For now, that would be enough.
I just hoped the fuck would be a good one so we could make it a regular thing, and he would get Kade to back the fuck off.
His fingers trailed down my back, and he laughed as I tensed under his touch.
“Bet you’re wet as fuck, so don’t pretend like you don’t want me,” he said.
He pressed his hand into the back of my head, so I twisted my neck, freeing my mouth and nose so I could breathe. I gasped as he slapped my ass hard.
“Open those legs, baby. We both know you’re an expert at it.” He shoved my thighs apart before I had the chance, spreading them wide enough that I winced.
He groaned as he took his position behind me, his cock hot against my inner thigh.
Without warning, he took me with one swift thrust, both of us grunting.
“Oh, yeah, take it all. Take every inch of me, whore.”
His weight landed on my back, essentially paralyzing me as he thrusted harder and deeper. I could only clutch the covers and moan as he pounded into me over and over, the stretch, the fullness, so fucking delicious. I didn’t mind that it felt like he was more interested in punishing me than pleasuring himself.
It felt so good to finally not be empty.
I squeezed my eyes closed, pretending it was Xander inside me, fucking my brains out.
Geulia, baby , he’d say. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. Roll over so I can see your beautiful face when you come for me.
With great effort, I worked my arm underneath me, squeezing it between my body and the mattress, until my fingers found my clit. Since Malcolm was completely uninterested in my needs, only seeming to care about pushing my uterus into my skull, I frantically rubbed myself while the whole bed creaked and bounced as he increased his pace, his force, the volume of his groans.
Oh, fuck yes. God, his huge cock felt good inside me.
The bed dipped, and his breath blew hot against my skin as he pressed his lips against my neck.
“How does it feel?” he growled.
I moaned and shivered in response.
He grunted. “You can scream, moan, beg, and shiver all you want, little toy, but you’re not getting out of this bed until you answer the fucking question. How does my cock feel inside your tight cunt?”
He angled my hips up off the bed slightly, filling me even more.
My pussy spasmed as I climbed higher toward that peak. “So…amazing…”
“Mmm.” He opened his mouth and sank his teeth into the flesh just underneath my ear.
Okaaaaaaaaay, so Malcolm was into biting. Everybody’s got their kinks, and I wasn’t opposed to—
Twin ice picks stabbed into my neck.
“FUCK!” I screamed.
I tried to jerk away, but I was impaled by his cock, pinned down by his body, and his hand clamped down on my hip, further immobilizing me. I thrashed, helpless, useless.
Then I threw my head, the only part of me I could move, back. My skull connected with his with a sickening crack. In a burst of pain-blind, panic-fueled strength, I reared up, bucking him out of me, off of me.
Something crashed behind me. I scrambled up, scooting back against the headboard. I touched my neck where it stung, and when I drew my fingers back—blood. Not a lot, but still.
That fucker had broken my skin.
Malcolm lay in a crumpled heap on the floor all the way across the room, as if some invisible force had hurled him off me.
Had I…?
Surely not.
He straightened up, sitting with his back against the wall.
For a split second, we just stared at each other, both of us stunned into silence. Then something shifted in his gaze, a dark gleam in his gray eyes as he picked himself up, his stare locked on me. A slow, twisted smile spread across his face as he moved toward me, deliberate and unhurried.
My heart beat an aggressive heavy metal song in my rib cage. My breath came out in shallow heaves.
The lamps cast shadows that stretched and twisted across his face, exaggerating every dark line, distorting every sharp angle, turning his eyes a glowing silver instead of gray. He looked monstrous. I wanted to look away, wanted to scream, but all I could do was stare, mesmerized and horrified.
“You fucking bitch,” he snarled.
Then he launched himself at me with inhuman speed. He trapped me against the headboard, his hands on the wall behind my head, his muscled arms a cage.
He stretched his mouth open, his lips peeled back to reveal teeth that were far too sharp, too pointed, too white.
Fangs.
“Hold still,” he whispered. “This won’t hurt…much.”
A vampire. Malcolm was a fucking vampire.
Push him off again , my brain screamed. Right now!
But he grabbed my head, pushing it to the side, fully exposing my neck.
I struggled and fought and screamed as his fangs pierced my flesh. I waited for them to sink in farther. Waited for the pain.
Waited to die.
“FUCK!” Malcolm drew back, his fangs still on display, staring at me with terror in his wide eyes. “What the fuck are you?”
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