Chapter 28 #2
Then the other man says something so low that I barely catch it. “One day, this place is going to burn to the ground.”
Tears slide down my cheeks for a different reason now.
I don’t know what a miscarriage is, but I know one thing.
It isn’t my fault.
I didn’t kill my baby sister. I loved her.
My parents are nothing but liars.
“You men sure have a lot to say.”
I clamp my hands over my mouth at the sound of my father’s voice.
A gunshot cracks through the night. Then another.
Then I don’t hear the men anymore.
I jumped, nearly coming out of my seat, when a hand slammed on the desk. My lungs burned as if I were coming up for air after being dunked in the river.
One eye opened, then the other, and I stared up at Professor Nelson standing in front of me.
“Is my lecture boring you, Miss Dupont?” he asked, brows furrowed into an intimidating stare.
“No … I’m so sorry,” I rushed out, my head still spinning. “I just …”
He cocked his head to the side. “You just what?”
“I don’t blame her, Professor.”
My chin lifted as I turned my attention to Cedric sitting at the desk beside mine.
His cold glare stayed locked on Professor Nelson. “Your lectures are boring as fuck, and your teaching style is subpar. I don’t blame her for falling asleep.”
I couldn’t stop the grateful smile from spreading over my face.
Is this what they meant when they said Fawns were protected?
“Go teach, Professor,” Cedric demanded, using his phone to motion for the professor to step away from my desk. “Let’s see if you can do a better job this time.”
Professor Nelson turned on his heel and walked back to the front of the lecture hall.
My throat felt dry, and I rummaged through my bag until I found my water bottle while he resumed his lecture. I lightly slapped my cheeks, trying to keep myself awake.
I couldn’t let myself go there again.
Why am I suddenly going back to my past?
The nightmares had come and gone over the years and always returned when I was stressed.
Thankfully, I managed to stay awake for the rest of class, but when it ended, Professor Nelson said, “Blair, a word before you leave.”
As the class cleared out, Cedric stayed at his desk, watching me approach Professor Nelson.
Professor Nelson ducked his head and kept his voice low. “Blair, you do not want to cause problems for yourself—”
“Speak louder, Professor!” Cedric shouted. “I’d like to hear whatever it is you need to say to Blair.” He dropped his feet from the desk.
The steps seemed to vibrate as he stomped down them and cracked his neck as he came to Nelson’s desk.
He ran his hand over the corner, sweeping everything there to the floor, including Nelson’s coffee, and sat on the now-empty space. He rested his elbow on his knee, cradling his face with the palm, and stared Nelson down.
“Do go on,” he told him. “Tell her whatever was so necessary that you made her stay after class.”
Professor Nelson turned his back to us, circling his desk, and grabbed his bag from the back of his desk chair.
“I’m waiting.” Cedric tapped his fingers against the desk.
Professor Nelson’s mouth snapped shut.
“Exactly.” Cedric slid off the desk, smashing his foot against the professor’s glasses on the floor. “Come on, Blair.”
I held my bag against my stomach as I scurried behind him, leaving the lecture hall. Cedric was already on his phone, texting, as we walked around the corner.
I was almost positive Professor Nelson would fail me in his class now. Even though I had a nearly perfect grade. I was used to shady professors who took it out on my grades when they didn’t like me denying them.
“Stay here,” Cedric told me. He held his phone to his ear and said, “Nelson was being a fucking asshole to her. Can someone please give me the go-ahead to skin that ugly motherfucker so I don’t have to keep attending his classes?” He chuckled. “Yeah, got it.”
He ended the call, and I wasn’t sure what to do. So I started tiptoeing away.
“Don’t move,” he said to get me to freeze.
I stood there awkwardly as he typed on his phone.
Checking my watch, I muttered, “I, uh … have my next class to get to.”
“No, you don’t,” he replied, as if knowing that for a fact.
“Who do I need to kill for hurting my Fawn?”
I turned around to find Enzo only inches away from me.
He jerked his head toward Cedric. “Thanks, man.”
Cedric nodded back and walked away.
“Let’s go.” Enzo made a follow-me motion.
I stood there, staring, as warmth spread through my blood. I hadn’t seen him in so long that my body somehow ached to get closer to him.
Like he was the devil that could rid the demons that had come back to haunt me.
Someone shoved into my body, pushing me forward, and knocked sense into me.
“Watch where the fuck you’re going,” Enzo warned them.
The guy’s eyes widened when he noticed Enzo, and he took off running.
I stood planted in place, shaking my head. “I have English.”
He shook his head. “English can wait. You speak it plenty fine. You know your ABCs.”
I crossed my arms, glaring at him.
“Come on, Blair.” He clicked his tongue. “Don’t make me ask again.” He turned around and started walking, as if knowing that I wasn’t stupid enough not to follow him.
As we walked up the steps, I made sure to stomp up them as loudly as possible. Deep down, there was relief that he’d rescued me. I didn’t want to risk falling asleep in class again and suffering through another nightmare.
I planned to go to Dr. Everette and ask her for sleeping pills. She seemed to like fellow Fawns. Maybe she’d do that for me.
Enzo walked us to the gate that led to his dorm hall and unlocked it. When we were through, he locked it back, and I followed him into his room.
The air was thick with the smell of his cologne, and I inhaled it deep into my nostrils. It’d suddenly become one of my favorite smells. I glanced around, scanning the room for a bottle of it.
Maybe I’ll just steal it on my way out of here.
“Why don’t I ever go to my Fawn room?” I asked, dropping my bag on the floor.
“I don’t care for that room.” He collapsed onto the chair at his desk, doing a spin in it before facing me again.
“But isn’t that where your other Fawns stayed?”
“Yes. It seems Daphne still has a big mouth.” He shot me an unhappy glare.
I shrugged, happy she did. “She said that you never brought Clarissa here, to your dorm, and she always stayed in her Fawn room. She also said that other Fawns stay there.”
I slapped a hand over my mouth, stupidity settling in that I’d ratted Daphne out. I’d just told him how much she knew about the Sons and Fawns.
“Don’t worry about it,” Enzo said, as if reading my mind. “Daphne already knew too much. It’s why she’s allowed in the Devil’s Lair.”
There was more he wasn’t telling me. I knew it.
“If I sent you to your Fawn room, you’d be down there alone,” he went on. “Plus, I like you here better.” He opened a desk drawer, drew out a knife, and began sharpening it in front of me like the maniac he was.
Bending down, I collected my book and MacBook from my bag and walked toward the bed. Enzo dropped his knife, reached out, and snatched the book from my hand before I made it there.
I attempted to grab it back from him, but he held it out of my reach.
“Seriously?” I groaned, hating how annoying he was. “Just because I’m not going to class doesn’t mean I don’t have to do the work.”
“Rebecca, huh?” he asked, reading the book title. Opening it, he fanned through the pages. “Let’s make this a bit more interesting, shall we?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, already nervous about what that entailed. “What do you mean?”
He used the book to motion toward the bed. “You sit. I’ll read to you.”
“You can’t be serious?” I asked around a scoff.
“Sit, Blair.” He playfully smacked my stomach with the book.
With an annoyed sigh, I walked over to his bed and climbed onto it, my feet hanging over the sides. Running my fingers over the black comforter, I remembered what had happened the last time I was here.
Me losing my virginity.
Him panting behind me. Above me.
The heavenly sounds of his groans.
Enzo removed my purple bedazzled bookmark, flicking it across the room, and started reading from a random page. A page I’d already read yesterday, which did nothing for my progress.
His voice flowed through the room, and I shut my eyes, relaxing my shoulders like I was listening to my favorite audiobook. I took in the details of the words, reliving them better than when I’d read yesterday.
After a few pages, he stopped.
“I’m bored.” He tossed the book aside. “Take off your clothes.” He grabbed his knife and returned to sharpening it.
“Excuse me?” I huffed out before violently shaking my head. “No. I told you, I need to read that for class.” I crossed my arms, as if safeguarding myself from not taking off my clothes.
The asshole was so fucking bossy.
So sure of himself that he thought he could simply tell me to get naked and I’d obey him.
It’s what he’s used to, Blair.
People obey and bow down to this man.
“Fine.” He dropped the knife and sharpener on the desk.
I couldn’t help my gaze from falling to the weapon.
“Blair, how I’d love for you to try that,” he said around a chuckle, following my line of vision. “It’d make my day.” He winked at me, keeping our eye contact strong as he grabbed the knife and tucked it inside his back pocket.
He kicked off his shoes and grabbed the book from the floor. “Now, what page was I on?” He pretended to actually search for the page, but when he started reading, it wasn’t where he’d left off.
With the book in one hand, he walked over to me. I stared up, unsure what to do, and bit into my lower lip. My gaze was locked on his lips as the words left his mouth.
He grabbed a handful of my hair with his free hand as he grumbled the words and tugged my face toward his lap.
When he read the line about all of us having our own particular devil who rode and tormented us, I found it too personal in the moment.
He muttered another line about believing old demons had been conquered before releasing my hair and switching the book to his nondominant hand. He untucked his shirt from his pants, then unbuttoned and unzipped his black slacks. “People never conquer their demons.”
He cupped himself, squeezing his erection tight, and undid the bottom buttons of his shirt.
I stared, jaw slack, as he dropped his pants and briefs to his ankles, freeing his stiff cock.
There it was.
Only inches from my face.
It pointed forward with a slight downward curve. The skin looked stretched, and the head was dark.
His skin was warm as I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. Veins protruded along the length.
The last time I had given him a blow job, I still felt half drugged. My anxiety had been on edge as I tried to process the Initiation.
But now, I took in every inch of his cock.
And there were plenty.
I hated that my tongue ran along my lower lip and my mouth watered.
“I’ll keep reading, and you start sucking,” he said, thrusting his hips forward.
I shot my hand out, resting it along his hip bone, and snorted. “You have such a way with words.”
My gaze lifted, meeting his, and we both went silent.
He dropped his hand, resting it along my jawline, cupping my face as if it was something precious. “The devil in our story will always win, sweet Fawn.”
I flinched when his fingers dug into my cheek before he plucked his thumb along my lower lip. As if on instinct, I opened my mouth as he guided his cock toward it.
My gaze stayed on his as I dragged in a slow breath before wrapping my lips around his wide length.
He hissed in a breath as I choked when the tip hit the back of my throat. He held me there, my forehead against his six-pack, while I struggled to breathe through my nose.
My eyes watered as he loosened his hold. I relaxed my jaw before pulling back, sucking him hard.
“Such a good Fawn,” he said around a groan as he threw his head back. “That’s my good girl.”
He held the book with one hand while spreading his palm around the back of my head, keeping me at the pace he liked, and returned to reading the words aloud.
While he was in charge, I’d never felt so powerful as I worked him in my mouth. Reaching out, I wrapped my hand around his length, moving it in rhythm with how I sucked him.
He filled my mouth, and as I gained some courage, I lowered my hand to his balls, tugging on them.
“Yes,” he said, his voice breaking at the end. “What a good girl, sucking this cock.”
At this point, I didn’t hear a word he read. All my focus was on sucking him, impressing him, and dragging myself into the dark world of the Sons.
Maybe his dark world would cancel out mine.
Maybe it’d stop my nightmares.
Saliva fell down my chin as he continued to stop after every sentence he read to praise me.
“Such a good Fawn.”
“Oh, I’m training you well.”
“You suck this cock so perfect, my Fawn.”
Each praise felt like a new achievement.
His legs tensed, his hips tilting forward, and his words started to break up as his breathing grew heavier. I gagged when he pitched his hips forward and hollowed my cheeks as his cock swelled inside my mouth.
I kept sucking on the tip and taking long pulls of his cock as his breathing grew more erratic. His praises were accompanied by longer moans until I felt small drops of cum land on my tongue.
He dropped the book, using both hands to hold my head in place, and he filled my mouth. His eyes slammed shut while every limb in his body shook.
“See, I think we both learned something here,” he said as he came down from his orgasm.
When he pulled out of my mouth, I moved my now-aching jaw to each side to ease the tension.
He patted my cheek before pulling up his pants. “You can go now. I have business to attend to.”
“What?” I stuttered out in disbelief.
He grabbed my elbow, pulling me up from the bed, rested his hands on my shoulders, and guided me toward the door. One of his hands left me to open the door, and he shoved me out of the room.
Right as he was about to slam the door in my face, I pushed him back.
He grunted, falling back a step at my shove.
“You don’t get to talk to or treat me like that.” I pointed my finger in his face as anger spiraled inside me.
A slow smirk built across his face. “Or what?”
I stared him down.
He did the same, like a challenge.
Maybe it was the anger.
Or that I was sleep-deprived.
But I pushed him again … and then I kissed him.