Chapter 18 #2
Avalon tenses. It’s only for a split second, but both Grace and I notice it. She relaxes soon after, clearing her throat. “Is he? I mean, I guess he’d be considered handsome for his age.”
“He’s in his late thirties; he isn’t ancient.”
“He’s forty-four,” Avalon corrects. “And he’s greying.”
“Yum,” Grace’s smirk widens. “I do like a good silver fox. Do you think he’d be interested?”
Avalon’s eyes widen. “Pardon? Interested? In you?”
“Why not? I’m pretty, I’m smart, and I come from a good family. Why wouldn’t he be interested in me?”
“Because you’re a student at a school he works at.”
Grace shrugs. “But we’re both consenting adults.”
“I just… don’t think it’s a very good idea, you know?”
At this point, Avalon’s grasping for straws. Grace has always had the mindset ‘if I want it, I’ll get it’, and now that it’s directed toward Colton, she’s trying to get her as far as possible from him.
“You know,” I clear my throat, leaning in a little, my eyes on Avalon. “Aside from being very, very handsome, there’s something interesting I found out about Colton.”
Avalon’s eyes perk. “Oh? What did you find out?”
“Apparently, the man adores rubies.”
Avalon blinks. “What?”
“Yeah, isn’t it strange?” I grin, teasing. “The earring you lost somehow found its way to his office. How strange.”
Avalon’s face falls.
“You two know.”
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When I return to the dorms, it’s rather late. Avalon, Grace, and I went for a walk, and Avalon eventually spilled the beans on Colton. She’s still a little pissed that we baited it out of her, but I can see just how much the weight lifted off her shoulders when she shared it with us.
Grace went to meet with some of her other friends, since they’re supposed to have a study group. I asked to join, but apparently, they don’t want a know-it-all ruining the evening. Well, it might just be Grace, because she keeps saying my brain can get irritating.
Avalon sneaked into Colton’s room somehow, and at this point, I’m starting to get worried about the two getting caught.
It’s different from Soren’s relationship with Ms. Ellie, because in the case of Ava and Colton, there are actually feelings involved.
Both of them have a lot to lose if this gets out, and quite frankly, it’s terrifying to even think about.
With a sigh, I push the key into the keyhole, only to frown.
It’s jammed, and I’m confused. Since Avalon’s away, and no one else has the key to my dorm, I’m perplexed as to why the key isn’t working.
My heart slowly starts picking up the pace, beating faster in my chest, while my hand reaches for the door handle, something churning in my stomach when I find it unlocked.
“It’s okay, Soph,” I mutter, trying to convince myself. “You just left the door unlocked. It happens.”
Except, it doesn’t. These days, I never forget to lock the door, and if I do, I know for a fact I left it unlocked because the key is left on the inside.
I’m not that careless, and the handful of times I did leave the door unlocked, I always came back because I’m too paranoid of anyone entering my dorm without my permission.
My steps are slow, deliberate, my heels clicking as I enter my dorm.
I’m not even properly inside the room before an overwhelming sense of fear rushes through my veins.
My entire body freezes, my body goes rigid, and I think I’m as pale as a sheet of paper.
My throat tightens, and even breathing is a struggle.
On my bed, and on Avalon’s, are snakes. Real snakes, reptiles that are on the smaller side, but there are at least seven of them scattered around, hissing, and moving.
My stomach drops, and my heart sinks to my feet, and I feel like throwing up.
However, as I’m about to leave the dorm and quite literally burn the entire building down, I hear the door slam behind me, and in an instant, it’s locked. I’m trapped inside with my biggest fear of all time, and I can’t even move from the spot.
“Fear smells delicious on you, Princess,” Soren’s dark, hoarse voice comes from behind me, and I flinch. He’s too close, his front pressed against my back firmly, his hand gripping my hip. I swallow a thick knot that forms in my throat, trying my best to figure out a way out of this situation.
“Soren,” my voice borders on desperation, my heart hammering against my ribcage, almost leaping straight out from the sheer terror that freezes the blood in my veins, my hands coated in sweat that’s growing cold. “What are you doing?”
“Not so bold now, are you, Princess?” He mocks with a chuckle.
He pushes me forward gently, and my body moves of its own accord, while I’m struggling not to have a heart attack.
The green reptiles are all I can see, though my vision blurs with tears.
“And here I thought you wouldn’t be phased by something as silly as a couple of snakes. ”
“Why?” My voice is a broken sound, barely leaving my lips. Soren chuckles, his hot breath hitting the back of my head. All the small hairs stand up, and I shudder when one of the snakes slowly slithers down to the floor, getting too close for my liking.
“Why?” He repeats, then a low chuckle comes from the depths of his throat, reverberating through the room.
“You leaked my fucking sex tape, tarnished my reputation, then had the fucking audacity to drug me and tattoo me while I was sleeping, and you’re asking me why?
You’re not stupid like that, Sophia,” he murmurs, and I flinch, closing my eyes.
“I’m getting my sweet, sweet revenge on you. ”
“B-but they will bite me.”
“They won’t,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the spot where my shoulder and neck meet. “They’re not venomous.”
Somehow, that doesn’t help. I can’t tell if he’s lying or not, and even if he’s being truthful, it doesn’t matter.
Two of the snakes are now on the floor, and tears slowly start running down my cheeks.
Soren’s hand leaves my hip, only to go lower, to the edge of my skirt.
His fingers dig into my thigh, and he drags them upward, underneath the thin fabric.
He’s squeezing my flesh, mapping it out, and groaning against my neck.
“It should be a crime to taste this good,” he says through gritted teeth, as if it pains him physically to admit to this.
His grip on my thighs tightens drastically, provoking a gasp from my throat.
“You’re sin, Sophia. A temptress of the highest caliber, and I’m not strong enough to resist. You're a devil incarnate, sent to be my ruin. And the worst part? I’m a willing participant. ”
That earns a small moan from me, especially when he gets impatient. With a soft snarl, my skirt falls to the floor, torn into two pieces, and my underwear follows suit. I’m left in a blouse and a pair of high heels, and yet, even with the additional height, I’m not even close to his own.
His body towers over mine from behind, his fingers slowly reaching my pussy. He moans when he feels the moisture between my legs, and I hate myself for allowing this to happen. The fear makes me rooted in the spot, but my tongue still works. I can still reject and deny him.
But I can’t.
The snakes are still there, but I’m able to focus on his touch, on the way his skillful fingers rub my clit, the scent of my arousal starting to spread through the room.
Soren pushes me forward a little more until I’m right in front of my desk.
He steps away from me for a moment, and this is the perfect chance to run, yet apparently, my feet don’t get the memo.
Soren pulls the chair toward us, and within a second, he bends me over, returning to his previous position behind me.
I swallow a knot in my throat, my back arching on its own accord.
He uses his feet to push mine aside, spreading me open to his hungry eyes.
I don’t dare turn around and look at him, because I’m terrified that if I so much as look away from the damned reptiles, even for a split second, they’ll get even closer, and I’ll die from the petrifying fear that causes goosebumps to rise on my skin.
The sound of Soren pulling his sweats down reaches my ears, and the moment I feel the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy, desire wakes inside of me.
His piercing is cold against my hot skin, the stark contrast making me shudder.
“So soaked for me,” he murmurs, pushing only the tip inside of me. My inner walls clench on him, and I bite my lip to prevent a moan from coming out. “Such a good little slut you’ve become, Sophia.”
“Drop dead, bastard,” I hiss.
Soren reaches for my hair, tangling his fingers with the silken locks, and yanks my head back.
At the same time, he pushes his hips forward, shoving his cock as deep as possible.
He bottoms out inside of me, my eyes widening at the sudden intrusion, and the scream of his name that falls from my lips is unpreventable.
“I hate you,” I cry out.
Soren chuckles. “Yet your cunt is gripping me like a vice. You’ve always been a terrible liar, Princess,” he murmurs. “But I have to say – fear is one of your best looks.”
His fingers grip my hair tighter, his other hand coming to wrap around my throat.
His thumb presses against my pulse point, and he starts thrusting into me.
It’s wild, it’s animalistic, and it’s filled with deeply rooted hatred.
There isn’t a single romantic thing about this – my body is his toy to use, and the thought sends exhilarating pleasure down my spine.
“Soren,” I moan, my back arching further as he pulls me into his chest. His brutal thrusts don’t stop; if anything, they get rougher, more violent with each passing moment. I can feel him deeper than ever, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
“That’s it,” he encourages, squeezing my throat.
“Scream for me, you slut. The property of Sophia Sloane?” He quotes the tattoo with a chuckle.
“You’re my fucking property, Sophia. Everything you are, belongs to me.
Your body, your mind, your damned soul. Your pleasure is mine, and every single orgasm belongs to me.
I let you have your fun, but I think it’s time I reminded you who the fuck is in charge. ”
I scream out his name louder, and he releases his hold on me, bending me over the chair once again. His cock slams into me, and it’s ruthless–brutal, even. He’s punishing me, and he has no intention of stopping anytime soon.
“Soren,” I scream out his name hatefully, tears streaming down my cheeks.
The bastard leans in, whispering in my ear. His voice is deceivingly soft, just enough to have me freeze in the moment, and slightly start to panic.
“I’m going to breed you, Princess,” he promises, not once stopping, slamming inside of me, his free hand coming to spank my ass a couple of times, just enough for the skin to burn in the wake of his fingers.
“I’m going to continue to fill your cunt with my cum until you’re all swollen with my baby, Princess.
I’ll make sure everyone knows I fucking own you, and that you’re mine, and mine only. ”
A deep moan comes from the depths of my throat, coming out in a hoarse tune.
He grips my chin, turning my head to the side for a brief moment, our eyes locking.
The man is absolutely feral, his eyes almost entirely pitch black.
The desire to own me is written all over him, and it’s terrifying to witness an obsession this deep.
“Open your mouth.”
Soren’s command makes me obey immediately. He’s always rather unpredictable, but in this moment, when his cock is reaching the deepest parts of me, and with each thrust, hitting that sweet spot inside of me, I don’t want to challenge the authority he clearly holds over me. So, I open my mouth wide.
And the bastard spits in my mouth.
“Swallow, or I swear to God, Sophia, I’ll drag you outside and fuck you for all the world to see.”
Immediately, I swallow, and a wicked gleam forms in his eyes. It’s a mix between clear triumph and something much darker, so wicked that it makes my blood run cold.
“Good girl.”
I shiver at his words, and when he releases the hold on my chin, the fear overwhelms me again.
One of the snakes is too fucking close, and when I blink, it starts slithering up my leg.
I freeze, my heart dropping to my stomach, but Soren doesn’t stop.
He continues to use me through my fear, unapologetically trying to bring me to an orgasm even through a situation this scary.
He laughs when he sees the snake reaching my thigh, and I can’t stop the tears that roll down my cheeks freely.
I’m close to passing out, and I’m scared of what will happen if I let myself.
“As I said, fear is your best look, Princess,” he murmurs. “Come for me. Come on my cock while I breed your sweet cunt, Princess.”
Despite the fear that’s threatening to send me into a spiral, my body listens.
I scream out his name, feeling the snake slowly reach my upper body, going right under my chest, and simply staying there.
I convulse around him, my pussy squeezing his cock tightly as I come undone, the orgasm hitting me like a ton of bricks.
“That’s it,” he groans, slamming into me one last time, coming deep inside.
“Take my cum like a good little slut.” When he’s done, he doesn’t pull out.
Instead, he gently takes the snake off me, and that’s when I sigh out in relief, but the overwhelming fear only makes black dots appear in my vision, and before I can even register what’s happening, my vision goes black.