35. Knox
Chapter 35
Knox
I lied about Hart Falls. Even in the middle of winter, the desolation of this place takes my breath away. Fuck it—I don’t think there’s any time of year it’s not fucking awe-inspiring and that’s coming from someone who wouldn’t appreciate natural beauty if it slapped him on the ass and called him Sally.
We have a myth about Hart Falls and it goes hand in hand with the one about Scarstone Lake. I don’t believe a word of it, of course—monsters and magical creatures aren’t my thing—but I get where their inspiration comes from.
I’m not interested in any of that right now.
Nim Winters fucked up. She did the one thing she wasn’t supposed to, and I’ve had to call in a favor from someone I despise owing anything . It’s becoming a habit with her, fucking shit up. I swear she does it on purpose, like she’s punishing us for what we did.
As if we aren’t being punished enough.
Murder isn’t easy. It’s fucking difficult...and that’s just getting to the point where you’ve agreed to pull the metaphorical trigger. The act itself?
I know I have darkness inside me. I know where it comes from. But killing Lorenzo was so much harder than I thought. I’ll never regret doing it—I don’t live in the past—but I wish it had gone smoother.For one, I wish Nim fucking Winters hadn’t been there to witness it.
But I can’t change that. None of us can. We can only move forward.
Mason’s jacket is twenty sizes too big for her, but it does an admirable job of keeping her covered. From a distance it probably looks like she’s wearing a thigh-length dress.
Up close, she looks like our prisoner. Our captive. That shouldn’t excite me as much as it does, but I’ve stopped fighting the darkness inside me a long time ago.
The Falls itself is less of a waterfall and more of a persistent flow of water down the side of a black mountain. When you stand on the small island in the middle of the wide, shallow stream that runs from the Falls to Scarstone Lake some hundred yards away, it looks like hot tar cascading down the black rock.
This island isn’t some lush little paradise, though...it’s a mummified beach.
Soft, gray sand. A cluster of dead, bony-white trees reaching with skeletal fingers for an uncaring sky. A few rocks scattered about.
Legend has it this island is where the Black Hart died. That’s why nothing grows on this patch of soft sand anymore. Why there are never any insects or birds or animals here.
There’s a blackened fire pit surrounded by smooth white pebbles nearby. Students came here to drink and fuck...but that was before the Galantis took over the frat house nearby.
I don’t know what’ll happen with this stretch of land once they’ve moved out. Obviously a new frat or sorority will take over the building in a week or two—soon as I’ve decided which one. Honestly, I couldn’t care. I’m not a fan of Greek life. I prefer to have all the students under my control, not just a handful who pledge. But things are changing around here—hopefully for the better, but I can’t be sure of that. Mason and Silas and I...we can’t stay here forever. We have less than a year to get our shit done, and then we’ll have to move on.
What happens after we’ve left...that’s anyone’s guess.But our four-year reign was good…up until now.
“This place gives me the fucking creeps,” Mason mutters. I almost roll my eyes at him, but Nim is looking my way and I don’t want her to think that I’m human even for a second.
Monsters are always more terrifying than humans.
I snap my fingers toward a patch of gray sand a few yards away. “Get her on her knees.”
Mason chuckles when Nim goes pale. Silas comes to stand beside me, but for once he’s not wearing a full-on scowl. Instead, he watches the girl like he’s wondering what trick she’s going to pull next.
“Did you get it?” I ask quietly.
He taps his pocket.”Of course.”
“And?”
“It’s…comprehensive.”
“She just can’t help herself, can she?” I say as we watch Mason forcing Nim to her knees in the soft sand. He pets her head, cooing. The hatred in her eyes makes it obvious how she feels about being treated like a pet.
“I get that feeling too.” Silas turns a little as if he doesn’t want Nim to read his lips. “She doesn’t know who sponsored her.”
“Or she just didn’t want to tell you.”
“No.” Silas’s blue eyes bore into me. When he’s outside, they often reflect the color of the sky. Right now, they’re the same frigid blue. “She has no fucking clue.”
I bite at the inside of my bottom lip, fixing him with a stare. “None?”
He cocks his head. “Why would her parents keep a secret like that from her?”
“That’s not the only thing they kept from her.”
Another crease forms between Silas’s brows as I fill him in on the conversation I overheard in the library yesterday. I wasn’t intentionally keeping it from them—we haven’t really had much time to talk. When we did, the two of them were prattling on about their family visits today.
Not that I’m not glad I went home. Of course I am. It was a much-needed breath of fresh air in what’s swiftly becoming a very toxic environment. But I don’t have the propensity for chit-chat like they do. Sometimes I wonder if I’m missing out on the social element of college life. Then I remember I have better things to do.
Like Nim.
As soon as Mason takes the belt off Nim’s head, she screams, rendering further discussion with Silas impossible. I nod toward her, and he turns to watch as Mason swipes a thumb over her lips and laughs.
“Look into it when we get back,” I tell him.
He just nods—his attention is already diverted to Nim. Amazing how she holds such fascination for us. I’ve never seen Silas intrigued with anything that had tits, and Mason tires so quickly of girls he’s never fucked the same one twice.
After what happened with Amy, I don’t allow myself to be intimate with girls anymore.
Silas and I walk over to Mason and Nim. He’s got my belt looped, brushing it against Nim’s cheek, following her when she recoils. The front of Mason’s jacket is gaping open, leaving little of her curvy body to the imagination. When we get closer, her eyes latch first onto Silas, and then me.Defiance flares in them as we cluster around her. She sits back on her heels to put distance between us, but I don’t like that one bit. If I want her close enough to feel her breath on my fucking body, then that’s where she’ll stay.
I grab my belt from Mason’s hand, sling it around her neck and slip it through the buckle. I don’t fasten it, because now it’s a choke chain. If she pulls away, it tightens. If she stays still, then it’s loose enough for her to breathe.
Her lips tremble, but she quickly bites down on them as if she doesn’t want to show us just how terrified she is.
Pity. I might have gone a little easier on her.
I smile, and she cringes back for a second before straightening, coughing quietly.
Who am I kidding? She’ll get no mercy from me.
“You’ve been a bad little bitch,” I tell her, pulling on the belt. Her bound hands come up to grab onto my wrists, but all I have to do is tut and she lets go. “It’s time you made it up to us.”
“Let me guess. You want me to suck your dick,” she says dryly. “But I’ll need a magnifying glass if you want me to find?—”
I snap the belt, and she bobs forward. She grabs the top of my thighs to stop her from crashing face-first into my crotch. Her touch sends a tiny shudder through me. It’s been a while since I’ve had a girl’s hands on me and hers are particularly dainty...particularly girly. I’m starting to understand what gets Mason so hot under the collar. We’re giants compared with her small frame. Mason especially would probably crush her if he tried fucking her.
“Every time you disrespect us, we’ll punish you,” I tell her.
Silas reaches out and grabs her hair in a fist. “She’s not all that bright, Knox,” he says, tipping her head back until her neck is taut. “The only way she’s going to learn is if we teach her.”
“Good idea,” Mason says, moving behind her. “I think we’ll start with the basics.” He slides a hand over her jaw, caressing her almost sensually for a moment. Her eyelashes flutter as she tries to look at him, but with Silas’s grip on her hair she can’t turn her head even an inch to the side. “Can you pull down Knox’s fly, baby girl? Go on, give it a try.” From his tone, she’s just learned to walk and still keeps falling down every few steps.
Even beneath his baggy jacket, I can see her perky little tits heaving as she takes one furious breath after the other.
“Fuck you,” she spits out, tugging her face away and then flinching in pain when Silas tightens his hand in her hair.
Silas shoves a hand down the front of her body and pinches her nipple. Nim gasps and tries to get away from his touch, but she’s trapped between the two of them. Tears brim in her eyes when he finally releases her, but there’s also anger.
Fuck, that gets me so hard my dick is starting to ache.
“Let’s try again,” Mason says patiently. “Open Knox’s fly and take out his dick.”
Nim’s hands tremble, but I suppose she really didn’t like having her nipple pinched because she reaches out and slowly unbuttons my jeans, then pulls down my zipper.
My engorged dick slaps her in the face when it springs out of my jeans. She gasps and tries to push back. But when Silas twists his hand in her hair, her eyes flutter with pain and she stays where she is as my dick bobs less than an inch away from her mouth.
“Get those lips nice and wet,” I tell her. “I don’t want to fuck a dry mouth.”
Nim hesitates, and then looks up at me.
My cock gets twice as hard from the hatred blazing in her hazel eyes. Slowly, maliciously, she licks her lips with the point of her tongue. Mason sinks down onto his knees beside her, but still manages to tower a foot over her small body.
“That’s it,” he purrs, sliding a hand down the front of her body. “Who’s my good girl?”
I watch his hand go between her legs, and Nim’s eyelashes flutter before she forces her eyes open wide.
“Now suck him,” Mason whispers into her ear like the fucking devil he is.
But Nim doesn’t take me into her mouth. She glares up at me with fluttering lashes as Mason toys with her cunt.
“Today, princess,” Silas snaps. But when she still doesn’t move, he pushes her head forward until she bumps into the tip of my cock.
Christ, I barely hold back the groan that shudders through me. I grab my dick in a hand, giving it a slow, hard stroke, holding it steady. Still, Nim doesn’t come to me.
So Silas brings her to me, pushing the back of her head, forcing her closer. Anticipating him, Mason stops fondling our disobedient captive and grabs Nim’s jaw in a massive hand, forcing her mouth open and her teeth out of harm’s way.
Which I’m glad about, because looking at the loathing in Nim’s eyes, I feel like I’m about to shove my dick into a garbage disposal.
With Mason wedging her jaw open, and Silas forcing her head forward, my cock slips between her glistening lips and deep into her wet, hot little mouth. This time I can’t hold back my groan, despite the scrape of Nim’s teeth top and bottom of my rock-hard shaft.
“Wider,” I say through gritted teeth.
Mason complies, forcing his fingers deeper into her cheeks. Nim’s furious eyes stay locked onto mine as my cock hits the back of her throat. Then Silas shoves her head forward violently, and those eyes go wide with shock, fear, and panic as I go inches down her tight throat.
She gags, retching when Silas pulls her back.
“Good girl,” Mason murmurs into her ear, and then kisses her cheek, her jaw, the side of her neck. He keeps his hand on her face, but the other goes between her legs again.
I shove my foot between those clamped thighs and kick her legs open wider so I can see what he’s doing. My eyes are on her scar for a moment, and I recall the blood that oozed from her flesh when that machete blade bit into her. It’s with an effort that I force my eyes away. Mason brushes his thumb over her clit a few times—long, lingering strokes—and then dips lower. When his fingers come back, they’re gleaming with arousal.
“See what happens when you behave?” Mason asks, licking her juices off his fingers. “Now open wide.”
Silas barely waits for Mason to force open Nim’s mouth before he shoves her mouth over my dick. I grunt as my cock rams into the back of her mouth, shuddering when her throat opens to take me deeper. I yank on the belt, pulling her even closer, and she starts gagging around my shaft again.
Tears spring into her eyes, and when Silas drags her head back, she bursts into tears. “P-please,” she blubbers, her body starting to shake as saliva drips from her chin. “You’re choking me.”
“My dick too big for you, love?” I ask, calm despite how close I am to coming all over her pretty fucking face.
“This little slut can take every inch,” Silas grates out. “We just got to train her.”
Mason holds her open, and Silas shoves her over my dick again. This time he doesn’t pull her away—with his grip in her hair, he forces her to fuck my dick with every inch of her mouth, dragging her head rhythmically back and forth over my shaft until my balls are aching for release.
As if sensing I’m about to come, Mason gets to his feet and whips out his dick. If I hadn’t been so far gone, this moment would have felt weird as fuck...but when he starts jerking off inches from the mouth my dick is stretching to capacity, it only heightens my own lust.
Silas watches for all of five seconds before he takes his cock out. Nim’s eyes go wide, flashing from Mason’s dick, to Silas’s, then up to my face. Silas pulls her mouth off my dick, and I grab my shaft, pumping it hard to try and keep my orgasm at bay while Silas shoves her lips over Mason’s dick.
Mason groans like a fucking bear, his hand fisting Nim’s hair too. Not that he needs to direct her—Silas forces Nim to take even more of his cock than she did mine.Little Nim gags and retches around him too, tears now streaming freely down her face—but she doesn’t fight, doesn’t bite. I guess she knows she’d be in a world of pain if she tried.
“Jesus, you’re sucking me so good, baby girl,” Mason rumbles. “Is your pussy as hot and wet as your mouth?”
He lets out a grumbling, “Mmm,” when she retches especially hard as Silas forces her to take him balls deep down her throat.
As soon as Mason’s cock has had a few good thrusts, he pulls out, turns her head, and forces her to take Silas’s dick. I’m still jerking off, going slow, impatiently waiting my turn.
It’s near fucking impossible. I’ve never seen anything this rapturously hot and fucked up in my life...and the kind of shit I like is dark. But watching Nim being forced to take all three of our cocks in her mouth in turn, the terror and panic in her eyes as we punish her...
“Open wide, little bitch,” I mutter. “And if you spill a single drop...” I leave the threat hanging, and Nim must see something dangerous in my eyes because she holds open her mouth and sticks out her tongue before Mason or Silas can make her obey.
Silas starts groaning, his hand speeding up. Mason’s barely keeping his fucking eyes open, moving slower and slower as he jerks off in her face.
I yank on Nim’s choke collar, point my cock into her mouth, and come like a fucking fire hydrant. She jerks when my cum hits her tongue, immediately gagging and spluttering. But by then Mason’s coming too. Our dicks are almost touching how close he is as he tries to get every spurt of cum into her waiting mouth.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” Silas mutters. “You’re such a dirty little slut.” And then he comes so violently he almost gets cum over both me and Mason’s dicks. I stroke myself, reeling from my orgasm, watching as Silas’s seed coats Nim’s already cum-soaked tongue.
“Swallow it all, baby girl,” Mason says, stroking her cheek with his knuckles as he ekes out the last drop onto her bottom lip.
Nim closes her mouth, her throat moving behind the belt as she swallows. I see it happening, and barely manage to step back in time as she falls forward and pukes onto the sand.
She’s barely done retching when Silas grabs her belt and wrenches her up onto her knees again.
He slaps her cheek so hard, her head snaps to the side. “Bad bitch,” he says.