Chapter 21
21
AGE 20
T he party is still going strong, and I’m completely locked. My eyes haven’t strayed from Vivien’s for long tonight, much to Breda’s annoyance. She’s driving me insane—groping me, trying to grab my dick, and attempting to kiss me. “Come on, Dillon,” Breda pleads in a whiny voice. “I’m dying to fuck you again.”
I almost roll my eyes. These bitches are so unoriginal. Doesn’t she realize desperation is a major fucking turn-off? She’s been nagging me all night, and I seriously regret inviting her. I tune her out as my gaze lands on Vivien again. She’s still in the middle of a group of classmates, deep in conversation with Cat and two other girls. It’s safe to say she’ll be preoccupied for a while. Time to do some snooping. “Come with me.” Grabbing Breda’s hand, I shove my way through the crowd dancing on the living room floor and out to the hallway where the bedrooms are.
A couple are dry humping at the end of the hallway, thoroughly engrossed in one another. Three girls are chatting and laughing as they line up outside the main bathroom. No one is paying us any attention as I remove a small flathead screwdriver from my back pocket and pick the lock. “What’re you doing?” Breda asks as I open the door to Vivien’s room and switch on the light.
“Stay out here and keep watch.” I kiss her hard and fast, purely to obtain her obedience. It’s a miracle I don’t puke in her mouth because I have never felt less into a kiss than this one. “Rap three times on the door if you see the princess returning.”
“Princess?” She scoffs, looking offended. “Don’t you mean skank?”
Pretty sure the one thing Vivien Mills isn’t is a skank. “Sure, babe.” I squeeze her arse and force a sexy smile. “Be a good girl, and you might get rewarded,” I lie.
I slip into the room and shut the door behind me before Breda can start mouthing off. My eyes flit around the room, taking note of everything. It’s neat and tidy. She gets bonus points for that. All the accessories are girly in the extreme, but there aren’t many personal touches.
After opening her wardrobe, I trail my fingers along all the designer clothing hanging inside. Pulling some drawers open, I discover neatly folded shirts and jumpers and another drawer with exercise gear. Then I hit the jackpot. I’m grinning like a bona fide perv as I rifle through her underwear drawer, my fingers toying with lacy knickers and bras and other sexy lingerie. My cock is at full mast, straining against my zip as I lift a pair of virginal white silk and lace panties to my nose and inhale. I’m leaking precum imagining Vivien’s hot, tight body wearing these and only these. Before I can talk myself out of it, I stuff the knickers in my back pocket and shut the drawer.
Wandering over to her bed, I study the two framed photos on top of her locker. It’s telling there are no pictures of her and Reeve. It’s a solid piece of evidence that he no longer has a place in her life. Lifting the photo of her with her famous parents, I trail the tip of my finger over her gorgeous face, pretending the longing surging through my veins and the blood pumping into my hard dick doesn’t exist because I can’t lust after this girl.
“Dillon!” The door creaks open, and I curse under my breath. I whip around, discreetly setting the photo down before Breda notices.
“Get out,” I snap as she enters the room, shuts the door, and walks towards me. I don’t like her invading Vivien’s private space. She was a complete bitch to her earlier, not that I did anything about it. It was fun watching the Yank get her knickers in a twist.
Hypocrite , the devil in my ear whispers. I know . You can add stalker and pervert to that list too, I silently snark.
“Let me take care of that.” Breda grabs my junk through my jeans.
I’m about to open my mouth to tell her to fuck off when I see them. A massive bunch of pale purple roses sitting pretty in a large glass vase on her desk. The florist card is propped against the vase, in plain sight, the writing easy to read.
Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.
I miss you. I love you.
Yours always, Reeve.
Rage is instantaneous, so I don’t protest when Breda tugs my zip down and pushes me back onto the bed. I fist my hands in Vivien’s spotless white duvet as I quietly seethe. Why the fuck is she going around acting all mopey and sad if she’s still with him? What kind of sick fucking game is this?
I’m vaguely aware of Breda shoving my boxers and jeans to my ankles and spreading my thighs wide. My eyes land on Vivien’s face in the photo of her with her red-haired friend, and as Breda lowers her lips over my erection, I imagine it’s Vivien’s mouth going down over me. I glance down at Breda’s bobbing head, but her hair is too black to be Vivien’s rich chocolate brown, and it shatters the illusion. So, I close my eyes, arch my head back, and visualize Vivien in my mind as Breda slurps on my cock like it’s a lollipop.
Air whistles over my dick when Breda suddenly drops me from her mouth. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snarls, and my eyes pop open.
Turning my head, I find Vivien standing at the end of the bed, her wide eyes pinned to my dick. She’s staring at my cock piercing like she’s an innocent virgin seeing a dick for the first time. I had it done last year, and though I had to abstain from sex for six weeks while it healed, it was the best decision I ever made. Birds go crazy for it, and I’m not surprised Vivien is staring.
My erection swells, hardening to the point of pain the longer she looks. I need to come so fucking badly, and I want to yank Vivien Mills to her knees, tug down her top, and blow my load all over those gorgeous tits.
Of course, whiny fucking Breda has to ruin things, like usual.
“Get the fuck out!” she screeches, and Vivien blinks rapidly, finally tearing her eyes from my aching cock.
Spreading my thighs wider, I fix her with a smug grin as I say, “You’re welcome to join us, princess. The more, the merrier.” I keep my eyes trained on her face as I stroke my hard-on and lick my lips, loving the flush crawling up her neck and onto her cheeks. Her chest is heaving, and I bet if I thrust my fingers inside her knickers the evidence of her arousal would be coating my skin.
“Get lost, bitch,” Breda says because the cunt is determined to ruin all the best parts of tonight.
My mouth hangs open a little as Vivien rushes out of the room. What the hell? I crack up laughing. This is comedy gold. This is Vivien’s room. Vivien’s apartment. And she’s going to let some little tart speak to her like that? Where’s the feisty attitude she’s shown me gone?
Seconds after the thought lands in my brain, Vivien rushes back into the room and grabs Breda by the hair, tugging her away from me. “This is my room and my apartment, and you’ve outstayed your welcome. Get the fuck out!”
That’s my girl.
Not your girl . She’s Reeve’s, the devil in my ear reminds me.
Not if I have anything to do with it.
“Let go of me, you stupid bitch!” Breda looks at me with pleading eyes.
Yeah, I’m not interfering in this. I’m happy to let it play out and see how far Vivien takes it. Girl fights are spank-bank ammunition gold.
“Jesus,” Ro says, bursting into the room quickly followed by Ash.
My sister shrieks. “For fuck’s sake, Dil, put your cock away unless you want to scar me for life.”
I’m smirking as I lean back on the bed, not in any hurry to re-dress as long as Vivien keeps sneaking looks at me. This night is turning out to be immensely entertaining. “Liking what you see, princess?” I ask, flicking my tongue out so she gets a look at that piercing too. I want her imagining what it’d feel like if I fucked her with my tongue and my cock.
She fakes disgust as she eyeballs me, but her body language doesn’t lie. She wants me. She wishes she was riding my dick and reaping the benefits of my piercings. “You’re every bit as disgusting as your friend. And stop calling me that.”
“Are you decent yet?” Ash asks, still hiding her eyes.
“Nope.” I waggle my brows and throw a flirty grin in Vivien’s direction. “I might just stay like this. There’s nothing more freeing than being at one with nature.”
The look on the princess’s face is priceless. “I think your brother is an exhibitionist, or he likes trying to shock people. Pity it won’t work on me.”
She’s such a little liar. I’m loving this, and I could do it all day with her.
“Get fucking dressed, Dil,” Ash barks, losing all semblance of patience. “Or I’m telling Ma you flashed my new best friend.”
Ash would do it too. “You sure about that, Princess Grace .” I wind Vivien up on purpose as I slowly tuck my cock away and fix my clothes into place.
“Think what you like about me. I don’t care.” She shrugs, but her shoulders are tense.
That got to her. Interesting. Deciding to push her buttons a little more, I put my face all up in hers. Fuck, she is exquisite. I know I sound like a broken record, but I can’t help it. Her beauty blows me away every time I’m near her. I spot a smattering of freckles across her nose, barely visible under her makeup, I haven’t noticed before. Her pretty eyes flare with anger, and this is my kryptonite. “I think you do care. You want everyone to love you because Mommy and Daddy always told you what a precious princess you were. It bugs you that I can’t stand you. That everything you represent annoys the fuck out of me.” There’s some truth mixed in with the lies.
“Everything I represent?” she shouts, forcibly pushing me back.
That definitely hit a nerve. My gaze snags on the roses again, twisting my emotions and cranking my rage higher. I unleash it all on her without hesitation. “Pretty little princess with her pathetic purple roses in her palace rented with Mommy and Daddy’s money,” I hiss. Who the fuck is she to act so indignant?
Ash hits me and yells some, but it’s like background noise as I face off with Vivien in a silent battle.
“Wow. That’s some fucked-up generalization right there. You know nothing about me. Nothing about my life. And you don’t get to come into my apartment and spout this shit at me.”
Oh, she’s really pissed now. Good. I like seeing her all riled up when she drops the crowd-pleasing facade and her claws come out. Show me the real Vivien Grace Mills, princess . Show me you’re not a pathetic rich bitch who lets her cheating boyfriend stomp all over her heart. I can’t help pushing her further. “You think you’re so superior, like all arrogant rich wankers.”
“How did you get in here?” she snaps, folding her arms. The motion pushes her magnificent tits up higher on her chest, offering a tantalizing glimpse of tanned, soft mounds that has my cock swelling to life again.
She’s glaring at me, and it only makes me smile wider. “I picked the lock.”
Shock splays across her face while Ash loses the plot, screeching and screaming at me.
Vivien shakes her head. “Wow. You’re really something else.”
“I am.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.” She turns to Ash as Ronan reenters the room. I didn’t even realize he had left, but I’m guessing he took the trash out, which I’m grateful for. “I’m sorry, Ash,” she continues. “I know he’s your brother, but he’s a giant bag of dicks, and I don’t want him here. I’m not going to be insulted in my own fucking home just because he’s got some massive stick shoved up his ass.”
I have to smother my snort of laughter. Giant bag of dicks . She’s so American. It’s fucking adorable and downright intriguing. She has hypnotized me like no other woman ever has before. “Careful, princess. You’ve just used up your cursing quota for the year.”
“Fucking hell, bro. Stop annoying the girl,” my brother says. “You need to lay off the weed and the booze, man.”
“Either that or get a personality transplant,” Vivien deadpans, and inside, I’m grinning large. This is the real Vivien. I want to see more of this girl, not the pale imitation my twin forced her to be.
“I’ll talk to him,” Ash says, beseeching me with her eyes to cut the crap. “We were coming to get you because we kicked everyone out except our friends. We’re up on the roof, and the guys are going to play their guitars. Let me knock some sense into this dumbass, and we’ll follow you up.”
“If he says one more nasty thing to me or he calls me fucking princess again, I’ll throw him off the roof and make no apology for it,” Vivien says.
“Come on, Grace. Let’s get fucked up,” Ro says.
I bet he’s loving being her knight to my devil. Enjoy it, brother, because it won’t be lasting long. Even in my inebriated state, the seeds of an idea are forming.
“Sounds like a plan.” Vivien links her arm through my brother’s and pointedly ignores me as they exit her bedroom.