Chapter 1
CHAPTER ONE
EMMETT
“ Fuckk ,” I grunt. The sounds of slurping and gagging fill the living room of the house. “ Just a little deeper.” I tighten my grip on the red strands of hair I have wrapped around my fist and shove my cock to the back of her throat.
I’m met with resistance as she places her hands on my thighs, pushing against them lightly and preventing herself from taking my full length down her throat.
I pull out of her mouth and lightly slap her cheek with my cock, “ Open up. You can take it, can’t you?” I tilt my head to the side while I meet her eyes. The smell of her over the top perfume hits my nose, it’s fucking gross. Tears flow down her face, creating a mess out of her eyeliner and mascara as she sniffles and gags. Her lipstick is smeared from her lousy attempts at swallowing my cock.
Unfortunately , she’s not any fucking good at it. I let her bob up and down for a few more minutes before I sigh and yank her head off my now limp dick .
“ Alright . You can g o .” She freezes and blinks up at me with wide, tear filled eyes.
Once . Twice .
“ G -go? But we just started?” She hesitantly questions. It dawns on me then that I never got her name and after this waste of my time, I don’t care to learn it.
Irritated with her asking questions, I begin to stand up from the couch, so I can shove myself back into my pants, causing her to fall backward. Narrowing my eyes down at her, I huff my next words out with annoyance.
“ Did I not make myself clear? I told you to go.” She opens her mouth to make a retort, but before she can say anything, the front door flings open. Grimm , my best friend and one of my roommates, fills its frame.
I’m 6’3” and even compared to me, he’s a big, burly motherfucker, standing at 6’6” and not someone I would want to fuck with. Grimm looks over at me as I finish zipping up my pants with a glint of humor in his eyes.
“ Jesus Christ , Blackwood . It wouldn’t hurt for you to get the fuck out of the living room and take your festivities to the privacy of your room.” He grumbles. I let out a chuckle. Like I didn’t catch him balls deep in some girl in this very living room just last week.
I wouldn’t be surprised if it was the same girl currently sitting at my feet, wiping the snot and tears from her face.
“ Oh , hey Lorelei . Back so soon?” Grimm snickers as he walks past us and toward his room. And now, we have a name. Lorelei , which means a temptress. I try to swallow down the laugh that builds in my throat at the irony. Wish she could live up to her fucking name .
I’ve been stressed as hell with our senior year of school starting soon. My dad has been on my ass about my grades, even though they couldn’t be better. Being the Dean’s son means holding the perfect image. I just needed a stress reliever. Sometimes , if you want things done right, you need to take matters into your own hands.
Annoyingly for me and my dick, that’s been an issue for weeks now.
Grimm exits his room, making his way back toward us. He faces Lorelei , who is still wiping the smeared makeup from around her eyes and preparing for her reluctant walk of shame.
“ Time to go, sweetheart.” He quips. Her gaze swings to me once more. When she doesn’t see whatever the fuck she was looking for, she nods. Her eyes are laced with confusion, yet I feel I made myself perfectly clear. Rolling my eyes, I head to the kitchen to grab a drink without giving her another glance. Goodbye , Lorelei .
Never again.
As I hear the door slam shut, I let out an irritated sigh. Walking over to the fridge, I grab a water bottle, then make my way over to the island and sit on a stool. Grimm trails in shortly after, looking at me like I have two heads.
“ Why aren’t you ready? It’s the first weekend before classes start, dumbass. The ceremony begins in an hour. Get dressed, we need to leave and I will not be late on account of your boyish needs. You have five minutes.” Fuck . Fuck this ceremony. Fuck this school. And most importantly, fuck the dean. I let out a sigh, wishing this would be the last ceremony I’d be in attendance for.
Blackwood University is a prestigious college for pricks and th e rich. But what many aren’t aware of is the elite society that's housed under the grounds of the campus, the Red Skull Brotherhood . Rumors are spread here and there. To most, it’s more of a conspiracy than a fact.
Every year before the first week of classes, the Red Skull Brotherhood holds its annual initiation ceremony. Pledges who have completed their assignment during the prior school year come together with those who came before them. It’s your basic slicing of the hand, bonding through blood, and a small humiliation segment kept as blackmail, should anyone try to turn their backs on us.
I would much rather have a girl sucking the life out of me right now, or to indulge in any kind of activity that will release this stress, but duty calls. I groan and head to my room, changing into my uniform that the society requires. In every meeting, it is crucial for us to wear all black and dress to impress.
Standing in front of my mirror, I adjust my all black, form fitting button-down and stare into my forest green eyes. Not only are they the same pair of disapproving eyes my father has, but they hold all of my soul’s splintered pieces out on display that I’ve worked so hard to cover up.
A familiar ringing begins to quietly seep into my ears and the feeling of disgust creeps in with it. It courses through my veins like it has many times before. My heart pounds a little harder, a sensation I know all too well.
I am being forced to partake in this life. The things I have to see and do that only benefit my father, have obliterated any sense of normalcy for me. Any sense of humanity I may have had left. But that started long before my time here at Blackw ood University . Moments of my childhood flash through my mind. The ringing in my ears gets louder as I -
“ Yo Em , let’s go!” I faintly hear Grimm from outside my room. Noises slowly start trickling back in as I realize how hard my teeth are clenched and that my fists have balled. I look down at my tattooed hands and shake them out. Looking at some of the open spaces, I make a mental note that I’m due for a new piece. The pricks of the needles help me feel something other than this self-loathing that sits heavy on my heart.
Now is not the time to be weak, especially when I’ll be seeing my father soon. He doesn’t need any more ammunition against me. Blowing out a short puff of breath, I curse while attempting to pull myself together.
“ Alright , alright, I’m coming!” I shout as I brush back the lone strand of onyx hair that has fallen in front of my eyes. Once I’m satisfied with my appearance, I swing open my bedroom door, immediately coming nose to nose with Grimm .
He stands before me, a smug grin on his face. I’ve never wanted to slap him more than I do right now.
“ If you wanted to join us last week, you could’ve just asked. Unless you wanted her all to yourself.” He chuckles and shrugs. I shove past him while shaking my head.
“ Grimm . Please , Shut . The . Fuck . Up .” I grumble while making my way to the front door. Grimm catches up with me while throwing an arm around my shoulder.
“ No can do, man. Now , let’s get the fuck out of here.”