Chapter 25
Chapter Twenty-Five
SINCLAIR
A ugust is furious. His face is red and his eyes are blazing with anger and I’ve never seen him look hotter. He pulled that gross guy off of me like he weighed nothing and the way he told him to keep his fucking hands off me? I melted. Who knew I liked violence? Who knew I’d find it so freaking sexy?
But I’m also mad. Who does he think he is, interrupting us like he just did? That guy was making me uncomfortable, but I could handle it on my own. I don’t need August Lancaster running to my rescue. Though he’s looking at me currently like he’d rather toss me out on my ass than want to help me.
We’re glaring at each other silently, but it feels like we’re communicating with our eyes. His broad chest rises and falls at a rapid rate and I can feel everyone else is watching us too. We have an audience.
His gaze cuts across the crowd before it returns to me and he grabs hold of my upper arm. “You’re leaving.”
He wouldn’t kick me out of his frat, would he? Nooo…
I can tell from the serious intent in his gaze that yes. Yes, he would kick me out. God, he’s a dick .
“I am not!” I try to tug out of his grip, but he’s too strong. I glance around the room, trying to spot Elise, but she’s nowhere. I know she was looking for Tim or Rafe and I’m guessing she found them.
Meaning I’m all alone and about to get escorted out of this frat party by the freaking president.
“You are.” He drags me through the crowd, leading me toward the front door and my anger grows. Rising inside of me and getting bigger and bigger until I’m sure I’m about to blow.
At the last second, he doesn’t take me to the front door. Instead, he turns right and leads me up the stairs, his grip never lessening and I swear he’s going to leave a mark. I try and put up a fight, but he just looks at me, his narrowed gaze both intimidating and somehow sexy.
God, I hate him. He’s so fucking bossy and mean. I can’t stand it. I can’t stand him and the way he always fucks with my good time. I knew we shouldn’t have come to this stupid house. I just knew?—
He pushes open a door and shoves me inside the room, which I recognize as his bedroom. I go stumbling in, nearly falling on my knees thanks to the too-high stilettos, and when I turn to face him, he’s still standing by the door, his fingers curled around the handle.
“I should make you stay here and lock the door so you can’t escape.” His voice is more of a growl and the sound of it alone has my core clenching tight.
“Aww and leave me in your room all by myself?” I mock pout, letting my anger drive me. “I don’t know if you can trust me not to go through your stuff.”
“Joke’s on you because I wouldn’t leave shit in this room that I wouldn’t want anyone to find.” And with that, he slams the door, turning the lock and keeping me a prisoner.
A distressed cry leaves me and I look around the room, my breaths coming so fast my lungs ache. Who the hell does he think he is? I should have him arrested for kidnapping! He can’t keep me in here against my will.
I march toward the door and try the handle but nothing happens. Laughter comes from the other side and it dawns on me that he’s standing out there in the hall. Listening to me.
Pressing my mouth to the crack where the door meets the frame, I shout, “Let me out!”
His laughter gets louder.
“August!” I pound on the door with my fists hard enough that it hurts. “Open the door! Now!”
“Fuck you, Sin.”
That only makes me madder. I am banging on the door over and over, tears stinging the corners of my eyes. I need to find my friend. I need to leave. I want to go back to my dorm and take off this stupid dress and these stupid shoes, crawl into bed and never leave it again. I hate it here.
I hate him.
Eventually exhausted, I stop knocking and screaming, slumping against the door and squeezing my eyes shut tight. My chest aches. My eyes do too and I’m on the verge of bawling like a baby out of pure frustration.
“Beg for it,” he says.
I lift away from the door, glaring at it like he can see me. “What did you just say?”
“Beg me to open the door and I will.” His voice gets closer. “Like you did the other night.”
This fucker. He’s sick. Demented.
“Do it, Sin, and I’ll reward you.”
“With what?” I slap my hand over my mouth, wishing I’d never asked.
“Whatever you want.” Oh, he sounds amused. I’m sure he thinks he’s got me, and you know what?
I’m going to let him think that.
“Please, August. Please unlock the door. ”
“You sound too polite.”
He’s deranged, I swear it.
“Cry for me, Sin. Let me know just how badly you want out of there.”
I clear my throat, irritation flowing through my veins. God, he’s insufferable. “Please, August. I’m begging you. Let me out. I’m scared.”
“Scared of what?”
“Being in here alone.” I am lying through my teeth. I’m too pissed off. Fear isn’t even a second thought. “Help me, August. I’m scared.”
“You should be scared of me.” He’s undoing the lock and I step away from the door, watching as it slowly sweeps open and he’s standing there, as handsome as ever, a smug look on his gorgeous face. “Don’t be scared, Sin. I’ll take care of you.”
Is he for real right now? God that was easy.
I put on my best pleading expression and rest my clutched hands against my obvious cleavage. His gaze drops to them, lingering there, and I realize he’s staring at my chest. Figures. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”
“You’re wel?—”
Before he can get the words out, I’m darting out the door, exiting his room and running down the hall toward the stairwell. He chases after me, grabbing me around the waist and picking me up so my feet are dangling. Squealing, I struggle within his hold, kicking my feet and trying to break free, but he just squeezes me closer.
“I can’t trust you for shit,” he mutters close to my ear, his mouth brushing the sensitive skin, making me shiver. “Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“I’m going to scream,” I threaten. “Loud enough for the entire house to hear.”
He slaps his hand over the lower half of my face, effectively silencing me as he drags me back into his bedroom, kicking the door shut. I’m yelling beneath his palm, trying to turn my face, but his grip is too strong. A gasp escapes me when he pushes me onto the bed and I fall backward, landing with a hard bounce. Rising up on my elbows, I watch as he stands at the foot of the bed, taking him in.
His legs are spread and his arms hang at his side, his hands clenched into fists. His breathing is ragged and he licks his lips, his gaze skimming over me, lingering on my thighs, which are completely exposed thanks to my dress rising up.
“You make me fucking insane,” he mutters, taking a step toward the bed. Then another one. “I should punish you for that little stunt you just pulled.”
“Fuck you, August.” I spit his own words back at him, fueled by hatred and lust and some inexplicable emotion that’s swirling within me. An emotion I always seem to feel whenever he’s near. I have no idea what it is, but I hate it. Crave it.
Need it.
He reaches for me, each of his hands locking around my ankles as he jerks my legs open. A gasp escapes me, a trickle of fear and lust pooling in my stomach. Lower. His fingers are gentle, streaking up the inside of my calves, making goosebumps rise on my skin and his smile is knowing.
“I can smell you.” His gaze lifts, locking with mine, the color of his eyes fiery pools of blue. “Your cunt.”
I stare back, unable to speak. Too overcome.
“You like this, you sick little fuck.” His hands shift higher, spreading my thighs wide, palms against my flesh pinning me open for his gaze. “No panties.”
I’m dripping down my thighs at having him touch me, looming over me. Big and powerful and filled with the capability to snap me like a twig if he wanted. His fingers crawl up my left thigh, encountering nothing but smooth skin and the pleased growl that leaves him makes me nearly hum with pleasure .
“Bare.” His gaze is fixed on my pussy, which is fully exposed, thanks to my dress riding up past my hips. “You did as I asked.”
I remain quiet, closing my eyes to fight off the humiliation that wants to take over. I’m weak when it comes to him and I hate it. Worse, I don’t understand it. It doesn’t feel right, to like this. To want this. With him.
“A pretty little pink pussy, just like I knew it would be.” He dips his head, dropping a kiss right at the top of my slit. I nearly jerk off the bed. His lips are burning hot against my wet skin. “You dressed like a complete slut tonight.”
I try to close my legs, but I can’t. He’s got them wide open, his torso pressing against my embarrassingly wet pussy, and he thrusts his face into mine. “Don’t try and hide yourself, little whore. You were trying to catch someone’s attention? Well, you got it.”
He lets go of my leg and reaches in between us, his fingers curling around the top of my dress. Slowly he pulls it down, exposing my breasts, the cool air kissing my skin and making my nipples harden even more. His gaze drops and he rubs his lips together, his tongue peeking out. Reminding me of a hungry predator about to devour its prey.
I swallow hard when his gaze returns to mine, his pupils so blown out I see nothing but black. He looks crazed. I feel crazed. I want him to do something horrible to me—what, I don’t know, and I close my eyes when shame washes over my skin at my confusing thoughts.
“Open your eyes.” His fingers curl around my chin, giving my head a little shake, and I do as he says, staring into his icy blue gaze, terror making my heart pump twice as hard. I’m afraid. Shaking. Quivering with need and fear. “You need to remember who’s doing this to you.”
“Wh-what a-are you going t-to d-do t-to me-ee?” My words are a harsh whisper. I’m barely able to speak, I’m so scared and overwhelmed, and oh God, so stupidly horny for this man.
“Fuck you in the ass so your virginity stays intact? Is that what you want?” He nips at my lips and I cry out at the sting of his teeth. “Force you to suck my dick? It’s what I promised the last time we were together.”
I’ve never seen his dick and I’m dying to. I’m dying to see him completely naked, if I’m being truthful. I reach for him without thought and he grabs hold of my wrist, stopping me. Gathering up both of my wrists and raising my arms above my head, pinning me there. I say nothing, unsure of what he wants. Wondering if he even knows because he seems as baffled as I feel.
“Take off that shitty dress.” He lets go of my wrists and moves away from me as if he’s disgusted by my mere presence. I scramble on the bed, sitting up. “Now.”
I whip the offensive dress off, tossing it onto the floor without hesitation, eager to get naked for him. I like the way I feel when his eyes roam all over me and he’s doing it now, examining every inch of my exposed skin, his lips curling in a barely-there smile. I reach for the sandals, ready to take them off, but his command stops me.
“Keep the shoes on.” He shakes his head, rubbing his chin with his fingers. “Fucking tacky. You look like a cheap hooker.”
“You’re an asshole,” I tell him, not holding back.
“I think you like it.” His expression hardens and I scramble backward on the bed until my butt hits the stack of pillows. “Spread your legs for me, Sin. Touch yourself. Show me how wet that pussy is.”
I automatically do as he says, spreading my thighs as far as they’ll go and bracing my feet on the mattress, dragging my fingers along my slit and holding them out to him. They shine with my juices and the pleased grunt that leaves him when he sees my glistening fingers has my pussy flooding even more .
“You love it when I treat you like shit.” He grabs hold of my hand and bends over, drawing my fingers into his mouth and sucking them dry. A whimper leaves me when his tongue swirls around them, lapping up every bit of my juices before he pulls them out of his mouth. He takes a few steps back as if he needs the distance, standing at the foot of the bed. “Take my pants off.”
I crawl across the mattress over to him and rise up on my knees, working the snap and then the zipper of his black pants, my fumbling fingers eager. He’s got on black boxer briefs underneath, his cock straining against the fabric and I sit back, staring at him. Staring at it.
I’ve never touched a dick before. I have no idea what I’m doing and I know, I just know, he’s going to make fun of me for it.
“Take it out,” he demands, and I tug his underwear down, his erect cock thrusting toward me. I stare at it, unsure of what to do next. “Don’t be so fucking shy, Sin. Act like the whore you came as and touch it.”
I tilt my head back, glaring at him. My mouth trembles at the corners and I’m so mad, I could almost cry. I despise him. He’s the worst. I should grab hold of his dick and squeeze until he’s screaming in pain. I’m about to do exactly that when he does the most unexpected thing ever.
His hand cups my cheek, his touch gentle as his fingers skim over my skin, leaving me confused. He guides my head and tilts it back, our gazes clashing once again and while his still appears somewhat angry, his voice softens.
“I dream of that mouth. That cunt,” he admits, his deep voice twisting my insides. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
The words are familiar and I’m about to ask him if he sent that one mysterious text to me, but his mouth finds mine before I can speak. His lips are soft. Persuasive. Coaxing mine to part, his tongue sliding in, circling mine. I kiss him back, drowning in the taste of him, the commanding way he possesses me with his mouth, the low sounds of pleasure coming from deep in his chest.
He's enjoying this as much as I am. We’re both completely fucked up.
And I never want it to stop.