Chapter 37 #2
“Holy fuck,” Brody muttered, hand still on my cheek, smoothing his thumb along my jaw. “No one can touch me like you do,” he continued. “No one can compare.”
I hummed, and the vibration traveled along his cock. Salty precum filled my mouth. He liked that.
“You’re making some kind of sex-addicted fiend out of me, Selena. Someone who goes around hard all day, just thinking about the taste of your cunt and the sound of your laugh. I hear the sound you make when you come when I close my eyes. I’m losing my goddamn mind, and it’s all your fault.”
I put my hand at the base of his dick—there was no way I could fit it all in my mouth—and found a rhythm.
“Are you going to take responsibility for the mess you’ve caused, heathen?” Brody continued, his voice heavy with pleasure. “My life was pretty fucking comfortable before you, safe, predictable—”
“Boring,” I mouthed around his dick.
He chuckled, pulling my hair back from my face and twisting it in a loop around his fist.
“Yeah, but I didn’t realize it until I met you. And now I have… there’s no going back, you get that, right?”
I moved faster, his muscles tensing, and knew he was close. Spit dribbled from the sides of my mouth, easing my way as I moved up and down on him, my tongue licking the underside of his tip as I went, and my hand moving quickly below.
“There’s no going back, for either of us,” he said firmly.
Before I could even register that statement, he was coming. He let out a growl; his dick throbbed in my mouth, and his cum hit the back of my throat. There was so much of it, I didn’t know what to do except swallow. His dick kept pulsing, again and again, and I drank down as much as I could.
After he was finally done, I took my mouth off him with a pop. He stared at me. His thumb went to my mouth and stroked my lips. I opened my mouth to let him see that it was empty.
“You swallowed me, heathen?” His voice was rough, like coming that hard had cost him.
“You said you wanted to come inside me,” I reminded him.
“Fuck,” he murmured and lifted me effortlessly to my feet. I leaned back on the wall, worn out by it all, but sated in the best way.
He leaned in and kissed me hard, his tongue sliding over mine. I tasted myself in his mouth, and a trace of him on the back of my tongue.
“Don’t forget what I said, Selena. I meant it. There is no going back from this.”
“What do you mean?” I wondered. My heart was beating abnormally fast.
He opened his mouth to answer, and then an ear-splitting shriek filled the air.
“What is that?” I yelled to Brody.
I covered my ears and jogged beside him down the stairs.
“The burglar alarm,” he yelled back. “Fuck! I have to go find where to switch it off.”
The doorbell rang three times in quick succession as we hit the ground floor.
“You get the door, I’ll get the alarm,” Brody instructed.
I nodded and went for the front hallway.
Partiers were still everywhere, the throng of bodies making it hard to reach the door. Finally, I managed to pull it open, then stopped short.
A police cruiser sat just outside the door, behind Brody’s. There was one cop, a guy I didn’t recognize, standing by the cop car, scanning the people messing around on the front lawn.
Then there was the cop standing at the door.
Officer Preston.
A familiar and unwanted sight.
“How can I help you, Officer?” I decided to play dumb. Maybe I could convince him that I didn’t even remember our last conversation.
“We’ve had a noise complaint.” He looked me over.
I had pulled on the first long-sleeved undershirt I could find, followed by a T-shirt Brody had tossed to me. It had turned out to be his Hellions hockey jersey. I had leggings on my bottom half, and my wet hair was up in a topknot.
Despite my body being more than covered, Officer Preston’s gaze raking over me made me feel naked and vulnerable.
“Yeah, we’re just having a few people over, and I guess the music got too loud. I’ll turn it down.”
“And I assume everyone here is over twenty-one?” Preston peered around skeptically.
“Sure, we’re all college students, and over twenty-one, I’m pretty sure.”
“Pretty sure,” Preston repeated, sounding amused. He glanced back at his partner, who was out of earshot. “You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you didn’t remember me.”
“I’m sorry, what?” I asked, my pulse picking up. Where is he going with this?
“You and this ‘pretending not to remember me’ act.”
“Why would I remember you? We don’t know each other except for you coming here before.”
“You’re wrong. I know you. I know all kinds of things about you, like how you look naked, and how you sound when you cry.”
I stared at him, shocked and terrified. Ice spread through my veins, freezing me to the spot.
Since I hadn’t seen nor heard from this man since our last encounter and his awkward way of telling me that he knew what had happened to me, I’d convinced myself that he didn’t mean any harm. Seemed like I was wrong.
“I watched it just last night, you know. I watch it all the time. I’ve practically got it memorized. Who needs porn sites when I’ve got the best shit at home?”
Preston chuckled when he took in my face.
“Oh, do I have your attention now? You can’t pretend to ignore me now, right?”
The alarm in the background cut off suddenly.
The hubbub of the party continued. No one was close enough to hear what he was saying.
“What do you want?” I managed to force out of my closing throat.
“What do I want? Some fucking respect, first of all. Understand the dynamic between us. I have the video, and unless you want it posted to HHU’s intranet and emailed to every last student and staff member, you’ll do what I say.”
He chuckled. “The best part about it is that without the sound, you can’t even tell you’re crying and screaming.
It just looks like you’re happy to be there.
Can you even imagine the headlines a muted sex tape like that would create for your new rich family?
The great Sinclairs, uptight, aristocratic British snobs, with a wild whore of a stepdaughter and stepsister who likes to take it from multiple guys at once.
Who’ll let them do anything to her, and I mean anything. ”
A wave of nausea passed over me, and I fought to stay upright.
Preston’s partner called to him. “Problems?”
“No, everything’s fine. Just giving them a warning,” he called back, jovial smile in place. Then he turned to me, and that smile turned darker.
“So, here’s the warning. Do what I fucking say, go where I tell you, when I tell you, and don’t tell a soul about this, and your video stays under wraps.
Do anything other than that, and it’s going to be playing on every news site in the world, and a screengrab in every newspaper.
The media loves a good downfall of a billionaire family, and they would eat you alive. Get it?”
I nodded quickly, hearing Brody’s voice in the hall behind me.
Preston stared over my shoulder. “Yeah, you’ve got it. Unless you want your new family to see what a whore you are, don’t fucking test me, Selena. I’ll be in touch.”
Then he was gone, walking toward his squad car, and Brody was beside me.
“What did he want?” He put a hand on the small of my back.
I nearly screamed.
Brody’s presence always seemed to derail my panic attacks, but not this time. This time, there was no escape from the freight train of panic about to slam into me.
“Nothing, everything is fine. Just a warning.” I pulled back, out of Brody’s reach.
He narrowed his eyes at me.
“I need to finish getting ready,” I managed to choke out. I backed away from his hand as he reached for me.
“Okay,” he said slowly. “Then come outside and find us.”
I nodded, turned on my heel, and ran for the stairs.