Chapter 10 #2
He flipped me off over her head, reached for the bottle of vodka sitting on the shelf above his head, and took a long drink. Mid-sip, he crooked two fingers at the blond to come back.
She crawled closer.
He tipped the bottle, letting vodka spill down her face and over her chest.
“Squeeze them together,” he instructed her. “I want to see your nipples touch.”
She obeyed, pressing her small tits together, and moaned.
“Now, lick it off.”
She bent forward and did just that.
I checked my watch and yawned.
Nico leaned down to close his mouth around one of her nipples. She gasped and pushed herself closer, pressing her tits into his face.
When he pulled back, he guided her back down, spreading his legs as his head tipped toward the ceiling while he pushed his cock back into her mouth.
The blond was his Fawn. I didn’t know her name, nor did I care to.
Nico had chosen badly.
When you first joined the Sons, the excitement of finally getting a Fawn always made us too impulsive, too impatient to vet our options properly. He’d done exactly that and snatched up the first shiny thing that dropped to her knees for him.
His Fawn was aggressively average. Six out of ten on her best day.
And that wasn’t just about looks. Appearance was a bonus. A true Fawn needed substance. She needed strength, resilience, and logic. Trust was big with your Fawn.
Blondie had none of that.
And now, I hated her.
She was distracting Nico. He’d half-assed my orders to get his dick sucked.
I crossed the room and dropped Blair’s MacBook on his desk, right under his wall of glowing monitors.
Nico groaned and told her to take it deeper.
My irritation spiked.
They were so lost in themselves that they didn’t notice me step behind her. I grabbed the back of her neck and shoved her forward until she choked on Nico’s cock.
Nico flinched, but didn’t pull away. Instead, he held her there.
I released her and stepped back.
She gagged, spit dripping down her chin, and tried to breathe through useless gasps.
Nico groaned again, not even bothering to hide that he liked it.
The girl? Not so much. Her long nails scraped across his bare thighs as she tried to pull herself free.
When reality finally snapped into Nico, he loosened his grip.
She collapsed back on her heels, coughing. Mascara streaked down her cheeks as she dragged in breaths. After a few seconds, she returned to sucking Nico’s cock like nothing had happened.
I grabbed Nico’s computer and ripped it straight off the desk so hard that the cord snapped. I threw it on the floor and drove my heel into it.
The screen shattered, and the plastic cracked.
That sure got Nico’s attention.
He shoved the girl away.
“What the hell?” she shrieked, scrambling upright while Nico dragged his pants up, swearing under his breath.
She snatched up her clothes and bolted for the door.
“Pleasure seeing you suck cock terribly,” I called after her.
The door slammed, and I grabbed Nico’s iPad, smashing it against the edge of the desk. The screen cracked with a dull crunch.
That was when he finally moved.
He lunged at me and swung. His fist clipped my jaw.
I answered with one of my own. His head snapped to the side.
One punch. That was the Sons’ rule.
If we were pissed at each other, that was how we handled it.
We always made sure to make the one count and then moved on.
“The fuck is your problem, Zo?” Nico yelled as I shook out my hand.
“I told you to dig up everything you could on Blair.”
“Who?”
I shot him a cold glare.
“Ah, right. The girl … your Fawn.”
“Blow jobs don’t come before work. They’re a privilege, not a distraction,” I said coldly. “You don’t indulge until after. I told you I wanted everything on her.”
“Did I not do that?”
“You failed to mention her stepfather was a Son.”
He stiffened. “What?”
“That’s called fucking slacking.”
“How the fuck was I supposed to find that?” he shot back. “Someone created a fake file for her, then.”
“No shit, Sherlock.”
“Finding out Son information is difficult. You know that information is locked down.” He rubbed at the back of his neck in frustration. “How’d you find out? Did Blair tell you?”
I shook my head. “Arisono.”
Nico frowned. “She didn’t give you any more information?”
I shook my head again.
“I hate that uptight cunt.”
“You and me both.”
He dragged a hand through his hair before grabbing his glasses from the desk.
“They don’t keep digital records on the Sons.
There’s nothing to hack. Anyone would’ve missed that, especially if the parents listed fake names.
” He looked down at the smashed computer at his feet.
“So, congratulations. You owe me a new computer and iPad. Go to fucking anger management.”
“Did you get into her phone?”
He opened a drawer and tossed it at me. “Reported stolen. Everything was erased from it.”
“You were too slow.”
I grabbed his phone from the desk and hurled it across the room.
It slammed against the wall.
Nico exhaled sharply. “How about you do your own hacking?”
“We all have our jobs.” I gestured toward the mess of his electronics now scattered across the room. “Yours is information. If you can’t handle that, we’ll assign you another job. Cleanup duty. I’ll have you scraping brain matter off walls until you beg to hack into anything.”
He rubbed at his forehead. “I’ll figure out her laptop, but I can’t do anything about the phone. Once it’s wiped, everything is gone.”
I walked toward the door, stopping right before I lost sight of him. “If you don’t figure the laptop out, remember what I said. I’ll also slit your Fawn’s throat and make her suck your cock while she’s bleeding out. Don’t let your distractions fuck up your Sons’ status.” I left his dorm.
My next stop was to punish the girl who’d reported the phone stolen.
I was really making my rounds today.
When I walked into Blair’s dorm room, she and Daphne were both stretched out on their beds.
Their bed curtains hung open, the chandeliers dimmed low, and the air smelled faintly of vanilla.
Daphne sat with her laptop on her thighs, typing fast, headphones on, head bobbing to whatever she was listening to. She didn’t notice my arrival.
Blair did immediately.
She wore no headphones. I’d taken every device she owned.
Her shoulders tensed when she saw me. She slammed her book shut and threw it aside before adjusting the thin strap of her tank.
I waited for her to scream, but she didn’t.
Good. She’s learning already.
As I passed Daphne without breaking stride, Blair’s scowl grew deeper the closer I got to her.
She scooted backward across the bed to get away from me. I dropped to one knee, caught her ankle, and dragged her closer in one smooth pull.
Her mouth opened, most likely to scream, so I sealed my hand over it.
“Don’t say a word.” I angled my gaze toward the window. “Unless you want to test your ability to fly.”
She snarled under my hand.
I eased my hand away, waiting to see if she’d try something stupid. “Come on. Let’s take a walk.”
She kicked at me. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”
My gaze drifted to the window again, and I raised a brow.
“Push me then,” she dared.
My chest tightened at the defiance in her tone.
I hated to admit it was cute.
Cute? Who the fuck am I?
The mattress sank under my weight as I climbed onto her bed.
She scrambled until her back hit the window. Elbows pressing into her sides, she closed herself off from me. I reached past her to crack the window open, and the chilly night air spilled into the room.
When I glanced back at her, I saw the veins in her neck pulsing.
Such a beautiful sight.
I loved how I made her nervous, but she still fought me.
That was what I wanted from a Fawn. I knew deep down that Blair was strong. I needed that.
My gaze left her neck, drifting down, and my pulse jolted. Along with the tank top, she wore black plaid pajama shorts. Her nipples hardened through the thin tank fabric, the tiny pebbles peeking through.
I studied her breasts like they were the only class I was interested in passing here. They moved with her breathing, faster with each shift in tempo.
Deep. Short. Long.
The pattern constantly breaking.
I slid my hand up her calves, my movement controlled and firm, anticipating another kick. She sucked in a quick breath, and goose bumps covered her skin. Suddenly, I had a craving to lick each one with my tongue.
What the fuck is going on with me?
These callous hands, which had committed more sins than any preacher could name, wanted to touch her everywhere.
Blair was delicate but powerful. And while I wanted to fuck her, I couldn’t yet.
I hadn’t come here for that tonight. I had come here to make a deal.
“I’ll throw you out that window.” I stopped at her thigh to squeeze it tight.
She recoiled, her head almost hitting the window at my sudden mood shift.
“And I won’t lose a second of sleep over it,” I continued. “Get up. We’re leaving.”
She crossed her arms, hiding those nipples I’d already grown obsessed with. “Last time I went on a walk with you, you took me to a place that smelled like death and made me watch you torture someone.” She waggled her finger at me. “Oh! Then you ditched me alone in the woods.”
“I was helping you learn your way around campus.” I loosened my grip on her thigh before patting it. “Don’t worry. I won’t do that tonight.”
She narrowed her eyes, untrusting. “Just tonight or ever again?”
I didn’t answer and pulled myself to my feet.
“Come on, Blair.” I held my hand out to her.
“No,” she bit out stubbornly.
I grabbed her wrist, dragged her across the bed, and forced her to her feet. “It’s in your best interest. We need to talk.”
“We can talk here.” She pointed down at her bed.
“We can do this the easy or the hard way. I enjoy the hard way, trust me, but I recommend you choose easy.”
She peered over at Daphne, who had ripped off her headphones and was watching us like she wasn’t sure whether to intervene.
Blair looked straight at her, her voice turning serious. “If I’m not back in an hour, call the police and tell them Enzo Clarissa-and-Jett’d me,” Blair told Daphne.
“Will do.” She brought two fingers to her eyes, holding them there, before pointing them at me.
Since I wanted Blair to behave, I decided to refrain from telling Daphne that the police would do nothing if she called them.
Blair dragged a coat over her pajamas and shoved her feet into a pair of sneakers without bothering with socks.
For Daphne’s little stunt, I paused before passing her. “Brooks says to tell you to fuck yourself.”
“Tell him I’d fuck myself with a pineapple before I fucked him,” Daphne fired back. “So, that doesn’t sting.”
“A pineapple would, though,” Blair commented while crouching to tie her sneakers.
Daphne bit into her cheek, lifting a finger at Blair. “’Tis true.”
I whistled, signaling for Blair to get her ass out the door.
Blair gave Daphne one last anxious look before moving past me and into the hallway. Neither of us spoke as we left Poenas Dare Hall.
It was after curfew, so the hall was mostly deserted.
As we went down the stairs, I took two steps at a time, and she lagged. When we reached the main floor, her pace slowed further.
She trailed me like a naive little doe wandering into traffic.
What she didn’t know was that I’d already started my engine, ready to plow right through her.
A few lingering classmates paused and stared at us. Unless it was Seraphina, I didn’t make a habit of being seen with women.
Not many here knew the Night Sons existed. Blair only did because Jett had been too stupid to keep his mouth shut. Realistically, she should’ve been thanking me. I was about to save her life.
Jett telling her about us had been a death sentence for them both.
After her behavior and threats, my choosing her as a Fawn was risky.
Not as risky as Nico’s Selection, but still not as logical as I’d planned.
For some reason, after I’d seen her, my gut stopped caring about logic. I wanted her to be mine.
My fists tightened as I walked, forcing down the urge to grab her by the hair and haul her forward.
To keep myself in check, I slid a hand into my pocket and brushed my thumb over the ribbon I’d taken from her hair in class.
I was still undecided on how I’d punish her for disobedience.
She was lucky I’d shown restraint in class. I was capable of far worse than ripping up her notes and planting her on my lap.
My restraint wasn’t out of mercy. I believed in no such thing.
I just needed her to cooperate tonight.
When we reached the main entrance, she stopped and took two steps backward.
“Unlike you, I’m not allowed off campus after curfew.” She shook her head and threw her hands through the air.
I grabbed her wrist, opened the door, and shoved her through it. “Looks like you’ve broken it now.”