Chapter 21 #2
He trailed his lips up my ear. “Because I use those secrets against them. I turn them into their undoing.”
My body throbbed, aching for more.
Finding a good angle, he shifted to stroke the skin that led between my legs. Instead of pushing him away, I relaxed my body, letting my weight sink into the soft leather. I turned my head in shame, refusing to meet the devil’s eyes as I sinned with him.
As his lips brushed my skin, his face returned to my neck, and I felt the cruel curve of his smirk. A shiver ran through me, my nerves crackling, as his stiff cock grazed my leg through his pants.
It twitched once, twice, and I arched my hips, craving more, even though it was the opposite of what any sane person would do.
His wicked fingers danced over the delicate fabric of my panties as he freed my other hand. His grip loosened so much that he wasn’t even holding my wrist anymore. The frigid air from the car vent stung my exposed thighs as he pushed my dress up.
His threatening to use my secrets against me should’ve had me slamming my thighs shut, but I opened them wider, silently begging for his touch. It was cramped and awkward, but of course the devil managed to slip his fingers under my panties.
“So wet for a man she wants to hide herself from,” he muttered with a scoff, craning his neck to stare into my eyes. “I wonder if teasing your pussy and playing with this clit will have you singing your secrets out in any way I want.” His thumb applied pressure to my clit before massaging it.
I arched my back as high as I could, his body blocking the movement, as my lower lip quivered. To stop myself from begging him for more, I bit down on my tongue, feeling the sharp sting.
He repositioned himself again, the cramped space giving him limited room, and when that proved not enough, he tore my panties off. My knees buckled as he ripped them down my legs and threw them in the back seat.
There I was, fully bare to him.
His free hand rested on the seat, over my head, as his other ran a line down my slit.
A low moan escaped my lips as I whimpered, and my eyes fell on his gaze. It was full of concentration, completely emotionless.
His thumb returned to my clit as he whispered, “E,” tracing a capital E with the pad.
“N,” he said, shaping the letter with his finger.
“Z,” he added, doing the same, and then finished with, “O.” His lip curled, revealing his canine, and his words dripped with arrogance as he said, “Next time, I’ll spell out my name with my tongue. ”
My body jerked up the seat, my muscles tensing, as he plunged two thick fingers inside me. An ache radiated through my core before my body eased as he slowly started pumping his fingers in and out of me.
He rolled to his side, moving his hand from over my head, and braced himself by digging his fingers into the skin of my hip. His eyes drank in the sight of the space between my thighs, to my most intimate part, as he sank his fingers inside me.
When he added another finger, an embarrassing moan left my lips. Like that turned him on, he increased his speed, pumping them into me faster.
His face contorted, as if touching me was injecting the same pleasure I felt inside him.
My entire core was burning up, my skin no longer sensitive to the air floating through the car.
I tilted my hips forward to meet his thrusts. My muscles tightened around his fingers, clenching in short spasms.
I’d never felt so desperate for something, for a release, my entire life.
As if knowing this, he slowed his pace, his fingers now lazily dragging in and out of me.
The fuck?
I thrust my hips, deciding to pick up the speed myself.
He moved his hand from my hip to push down on my belly to keep me in place. “Will you give me your secrets, Blair?”
I kept trying to gyrate my hips against him, wriggling as much as possible. He pressed down on my belly harder.
He traced my slit with a single finger. “All you have to do is say yes, and I’ll put my fingers back inside your pretty little pussy and make you come all over them.
” He collected my wetness around a finger and smeared it down my thigh.
“An orgasm is worth some secrets …” His words lingered, unspoken in the air, and he met my eyes, raising a brow. “It’s such a simple exchange.”
At this moment, the bastard could demand I give him my eye to toss out the window, and I’d say yes. My body was desperate for anything.
My insides hummed, begging me to give him whatever he wanted.
The words hurt as they slid up my throat and fell out with a pleading moan, “Fine, yes, just …” I jerked my chin toward my thighs in a silent demand.
“You just struck another deal with the devil,” he muttered, shoving his fingers back inside me. He lowered himself off the seat, onto the floorboard, and his fingers continued their dance inside me.
My chest heaved forward when he lowered his head, latching his lips onto my clit and sucking.
That was it.
The final thing my body needed.
I fell apart, my knees colliding with his cheeks. As my muscles went limp, the sound of my moans filled the car.
Enzo kept his face between my legs, sliding his tongue through my slit to collect my juices.
When he lifted his gaze, he rested his chin on my belly.
“For your homework tonight, you’re going to write me fifteen sentences like you did in your notebook that day in class.
But this time, each sentence will be a secret.
If you don’t have it ready for me by morning, you’ll regret it.
” He gave my pussy a firm slap and climbed off my lap.
“Blair!” Daphne shrieked, springing off her bed when I walked into our dorm. “There you are! I was just about to organize a search party, not caring if I ended up on Enzo’s murder list.”
Her slippers scuffed against the floor as she walked toward me. I dropped my heels, and they landed with a soft thud, one of them turning over.
As I shut the door, my legs were still shaky from the car orgasm. It had taken me twice as long to climb the steps to get here.
Earlier, once Enzo had finished sucking the cum from between my legs—just thinking about it made my cheeks turn a crimson red—I expected him to say I had to return the favor.
It was what he’d done earlier before we left for the funeral.
That was what was expected from women most of the time. A quid pro quo with men whenever they gave pleasure.
Or anything at all, really.
At least in the world where I had grown up.
There, pleasure wasn’t made for women.
Women who enjoyed it were evil.
Daphne held my shoulders when she reached me, keeping me at arm’s length. As if examining me, she looked me up and down, keeping one eye closed. “Are you okay?”
“It depends on your definition of okay,” I replied.
My eyes were intact, which was a luxury Enzo’s other victim today hadn’t had. I’d also had two orgasms, which increased my lifetime total to two.
I gently freed myself from her hold with a soft shrug. My dry mouth and rumbling stomach reminded me that I hadn’t eaten.
All I’d had were the electrolytes Enzo had administered through the IV. If that was what had truly been flowing through the IV. I didn’t trust him enough to take his word.
I padded toward my bed, seeing the sheets half torn off from when they’d dragged me out of bed.
My body ached as I collapsed face-first onto my mattress. The crisp sheets were cool against my skin.
Daphne climbed in behind me, making herself comfortable. She wasn’t leaving until I provided her with details about the Initiation.
I’d most likely broken the rules when I told her that Enzo had said Friday was the night of my Initiation. I didn’t care because I needed someone to know that if I vanished, he and the Sons were the ones to blame.
I’d asked if she knew anything about her mother’s Initiation, but she shook her head, telling me no, but that she thought it varied for each Fawn so that they couldn’t tell other prospective Fawns what to expect during theirs.
I craned my neck upward, my jaw popping as I stretched it, then situated myself to rest my back against the headboard.
Daphne drummed her pink-manicured nails against her cheek.
“I’ve texted Seraphina literally all day to check on Enzo’s location to make sure you were still alive.
When she told me he’d taken you to a funeral, I nearly choked on my Coke Zero, worried it was yours and you hadn’t made it through Initiation.
Thank God it was just that senator’s son’s funeral. ”
She raised her finger, waggling it in the air. “Who, by the way, was a total douchebag. We went to private school together. He had a favorite date-rape drug.” She leaned in closer, lowering her voice. “So the rumors say.”
My roomie rarely felt sorry for guys dying if she didn’t like them.
Not going to lie, I liked her style. Even though I hadn’t grown up in politics, I’d seen too many men in my life abuse their power.
She had a moment of hesitation, and her voice softened as she asked, “Are you okay?”
“Barely,” I said honestly, stretching out my legs.
“That bad?”
With a silent curse, I nodded, and a tear slipped down my cheek. Since I’d been on alert with Enzo all day, my body hadn’t processed what’d happened during the Initiation.
Now that I was finally safe in my dorm room, curled up in my cozy nook with Daphne, I could break down.
The lullaby had been the worst part.
Worse than the sheer trauma of the masked Sons terrorizing me in the woods.
Some people might never understand. A court-appointed therapist, though paid by my stepfather, had once told me I needed to get over those childhood memories.
That wouldn’t happen.
Daphne carefully scooted closer, taking a moment to make sure I was comfortable before sitting next to me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, and pulling me tight against her.
“Hey,” she said. “We don’t have to talk about it.
Just know that I’m a listening ear if you want to vent, or cry, or scream.
I’m here if you want to drink to numb it.
I’m here if you want to tape Enzo’s face to the wall and throw darts at it.
” She squeezed my shoulder. “In fact, I’ll probably throw some darts at his face too. ”
A light giggle left me as I sniffled and wiped a tear off my cheek. “We definitely need a picture of Enzo to use for target practice.”
“That’s my girl. Also, if it makes you feel any better, Enzo has been … different with you.”
“A good different or bad different?”
“Good … I think.”
I waited for her to continue.
“He’s never taken a Fawn in public before. Most Sons don’t.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “They usually leave their Fawns tucked away here at the university, only going to them when they need something.” She glanced away, us both knowing what that something was.
I’d already given the asshole that something.
Well, half of that something, I guess.
“The only times Fawns tend to make appearances with their Sons is if they end up marrying later,” Daphne went on.
“That’ll definitely never be Enzo and me,” I said with a snort.
A playfulness glinted in her eyes. “You never know. You could be the Fawn who captures the heart of the cruelest Son of them all.”
Fifteen sentences.
Fifteen sentences.
That repeated in my head as I lay on my stomach on my bed, an open notebook sprawled out in front of me. I tapped my pen against the lined paper.
I’d been here for two hours and not written a single word.
Fifteen sentences.
Writing them wasn’t an issue. My father’s punishment sentences had always been at least four hundred lines.
“I’ll give you fifteen sentences,” I muttered to myself. “Fifteen sentences that start with fuck and end with off.”
A knot screwed in my belly as my thoughts rambled, and I started writing.
1. My mother gave birth at home.
2. My favorite color is purple.
I tapped my foot against the bed, brainstorming, deciding that my secrets didn’t have to be the most personal. The definition of secrets was broad. I could give him boring ones.
I could keep my deepest, most sacred secrets hidden.
No one got those.
My phone vibrated on the shelf above my bed, nearly sliding off, and I hurriedly grabbed it before it whacked me in the face. My head hurt when I saw a notification from Enzo.
The Man Who Owns Me: Change of plans. I want your homework tonight.
I’d tried to change his contact name numerous times, and every time, it said Permission Denied.
I tossed my phone to the side, deciding to pretend I never saw his text, and go about my night.
My phone vibrated again.
Against my better judgment, I grabbed it, checking the screen. My heartbeat stuttered as I opened the photo Enzo had texted.
It was a photo of me on my knees.
His hand was fisted in my hair, and while you couldn’t see my face, I knew it was me. He could tell everyone it was me.
When did he take that?
I’m going to kill him.
A knock on the door disrupted my thoughts. Daphne paused doing her homework and jumped off the bed to answer it.
Seraphina walked in, lightly shutting the door behind her.
I sucked in a long breath. Anyone related to Enzo at this point always made me nervous.
“Come on.” She straightened her black headband that nearly blended in with her hair and snapped her fingers. “We’re going to the Lair.”
I closed my notebook, scooting closer to eavesdrop on what this Lair was.
“You too, Blair!” she called out. “Enzo said to bring your homework, whatever the hell that means.”
I ripped the paper from the notebook and stuffed it inside my pocket. Daphne was talking to Seraphina as I grabbed my jacket. We left the room and headed for the Lair.