10. Chapter 10
Chapter 10
Carlton
I wait for her in the alcove, arms crossed over my chest. I’m leaning with my back against the window wall, so she wouldn’t be able to see me until the last moment. I didn’t want to give her a chance to turn around. Escaping me just isn’t in the cards for her anymore.
She halts, her doe eyes widening behind her glasses.
“Are you avoiding me, Lolita?” My voice comes out low and hard.
She licks those plump lips, holding on to her stuff like her life depends on it. “It’s in your best interest too, don’t you think?” she argues, her voice shaky. “We wouldn’t want your fiancée to get the wrong impression.”
I tilt my head to the side, inspecting her from head to toe.
“So you’re doing it for my benefit, yes? ”
She takes a step back. My eyes shoot down at her feet then back at her eyes, making her freeze in place.
“It’s my job to protect you , Lolita.”
“What you’re doing is psychological terror.” The reaction comes from her gut, and by the way she glances around, worried she spoke too loudly, she already regrets it.
A smile pulls at my lips.
“Is that so?”
“How else would you describe sending me bloody roses and severed limbs?” Her voice is a whispered scream, but she’s stepping closer to the alcove to avoid being overheard.
“Sit down.” I glance at the cushioned seat arching away from me and toward the opening of the alcove. The space is too small for a group of people to study together, which is why it’s almost always empty, and it’s pretty tight for us both too, but that’s the whole idea.
She glances down at the table standing between us and takes a step back. My eyes narrow in a flash.
“Don’t even,” I warn through my teeth. “I can tear it out of its bolts and catch you in a split second. And when I do, I’ll pin you down and fuck you right here on the floor where everyone can see.”
She shifts her weight awkwardly, arranging the bag slung over her shoulder.
“Carlton, this doesn’t make any sense,” she says, still trying to reason with me. No better time to make her understand once and for all how this is going to be.
“Sit. Down.”
Slowly, she slides into the seat, keeping as much distance from me as she can. She drops her bag between us, glancing nervously around.
“Worried about being seen with me?”
“More like worried someone might come talk to me, and then find a necklace made of their fingers between my sheets,” she replies under her breath.
“You probably shouldn’t give your psycho stalker any new ideas,” I say darkly, already thinking about a new name to add to my list. “Such as starting with your dear Professor Huang.”
Her head snaps to me. “Why would you do that?”
My jaw clenches. “Because you seem to like him.”
“Do you watch everything I do? ”
“Yes. But I might spare your professor if you drop his class.”
“Why the hell would you ask that?” she shrieks. I hate that she defends attending pretty boy’s classes.
I grab her jaw. “Have you ever thought about sex with him?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she mumbles.
“Now that you satisfied your curiosity with me, have you already moved on to a new love interest?”
“Why would you think that?” She grips my wrist with both hands, but she can’t even move me. My fingers clamp harder on the sides of her face, my eyes dropping to her lips.
“We both know you’re as obsessive as I am.” I tilt my head to the side, preying on the secrets in her eyes. “Only more fickle. My interest is hard to arouse, making a fixation next to impossible, but when it does happen—” I plant a light kiss on her lips, barely restraining the impulse of biting into them, of drawing blood. I remain gentle, but it costs a world of fucking effort.
“When it does happen,” I continue in a deceivingly caressing voice, “it fucking sticks. If you thought you could just taunt me, enjoy an exciting little affair and then fly back to your cozy little life, you were very fucking wrong. Because you see, Lolita, you didn’t just put butterflies in my stomach. You put a fucking missile that’s ready to take down the whole damn world.”
She stares up at me spellbound, going completely slack in my hold.
I drag her closer by her jaw and kiss her hard, even though I’m still holding back. She doesn’t resist me even as my other hand pushes into her cleavage. I cup her breast harshly, making it hurt.
She whimpers when I release her mouth only to leave a trail of kisses down her neck, trapping her between the back of her seat and my body. My other hand travels down to scoop her other breast out of her dress, freeing them both.
“Carlton, someone might see—” she protests but I shut her up with a brutal kiss, damn sure that everyone is going to hear, but no one is going to see.
“Your naked breasts are for my eyes only,” I say before I go down and suck her nipple into my mouth. She moans, arching her back, offering herself to me .
She moans and I clamp a hand over her mouth, but it’s too late. The studying groups in the neighboring alcoves go suspiciously quiet. Soon, at least one curious bastard is going to try and get a visual, too, so I cover Annie’s tits back up. She grumbles in protest, her eyebrows knitting over her glasses.
“Don’t worry, Lolita,” I growl. “Big boy’s going to take care of you.”
I grab a handful of her hair with one hand, and push the other under her dress, cupping her pussy while kissing her wildly. Her panties are soaking wet. I deepen the kiss, my self-control hanging by a thread. I fucking love that her body responds to me like this.
“No woman has ever done this to me before, Annie,” I say hotly as my lips hover over hers, slipping my fingers along the side of her panties and shoving them inside her pussy. This isn’t about sensuality. It’s a statement of ownership.
I go knuckle-deep, causing her to hiss and try to back up, but she has nowhere to go. I shove harder, my mouth pressing on hers, one hand tight in her hair. Her cries turn to whimpers inside my mouth as I thrust my fingers in and out, biting down on her lower lip .
She’s going light-headed from my harsh finger-fucking, her pussy so wet that her arousal coats my knuckles. Neither of us can resist. My breathing is ragged, and her little whimpers and moans escape between my angry kisses, but I don’t give a fuck. I would kill any guy who lays eyes on her naked body, but let them hear us. Let the whole world know that Annie Jones belongs to me. I’ll fucking destroy anyone who challenges that.
Even the other Kings.
Even Rosalind’s family.
Even the fucking Elders.
My cock is rock hard. I’m burning to ram that bastard deep into her cunt, split open her soul and scatter any thoughts she might have of any other man, but this isn’t about that either. It’s about claiming her in a way she understands. In a way that will make her scared to ever try and leave me.
I’m completely focused on her, but my instincts have sharpened too damn much in years of training with the Heathens. I pick up the whispers and murmurs as people draw closer to get a peek at what happens in the turret alcove. My fingers slow down, but my greedy little Annie grabs my wrist to keep me pounding, reaching for my painfully hard cock with the other hand. I growl like a fucking animal, my erect cock twitching at her touch. The murmuring stops, and so does the shuffling of steps.
It takes a world of effort, but I rip myself away from her and slide all the way to the back of the U-shaped seat. Annie’s pretty face distorts as she makes irresistible little sounds, unhappy to be parted from my fingers and my mouth. Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her over. She licks her lips while I work on my fly.
“I don’t want Hayden Huang anywhere near you again,” I demand, my voice thick with lust.
She stares at me baffled for a few seconds before she replies.
“He’s my professor. I’ve been around him for a year.”
“Yeah, but a year ago Aragon Kovac hadn’t put a target on your back.” I free my cock, and her eyes fly down to it. She bites into her lip. “Kovac extracted Hayden Huang from North Korea five years ago, where he’d been infiltrated as a spy. I won’t tolerate a man with his skills or his criminal record around you, not when his boss is after you.” I grip my tattooed cock harder. “And I sure as fuck won’t tolerate him complimenting you.”
“C-complimenting me?” she mumbles, her eyes still down at my cock. I squeeze, pre-cum glinting on the crest.
“Bend down and take it into your mouth,” I order.
She whimpers in her little voice that drives me crazy.
“Do it, or I’m going to shove it down your throat. Make it clear I’m the only man who ever gets within inches of you.”
“Professor Huang never came close to me.”
My teeth grind at the mere mention of his name from her lips. It makes me want to force my cock into her mouth, then come all over it while making her cry out my name like it’s a prayer.
“He praised your intelligence as if it’s his fucking merit. You’re smart because you were born that way. He should be grateful that I didn’t storm in the moment he told you that you shouldn’t be focusing on me. He deserves that I put his name at the very top of my list.”
“Please don’t.”
“Because you like the pretty boy?” I can already taste the fucker’s blood on my tongue.
“He’s not prettier than you,” she retorts, giving me pause. I don’t think she stopped to think about that one. She shakes her head, trying to dismiss what she just said. “See, this is exactly our problem, Carlton. It’s why I think we should stop now, before it’s too late.”
“Stop?” My hand tightens on the back of her neck. “Didn’t I make it clear by now there’s no stopping for us?”
“Very much so,” she whispers, leaning into my grip. “With roses soaked in blood and body parts served in jewelry boxes. Don’t you see, Carlton? You’re losing control, and I’m—” She licks her lips, searching my eyes. “I’m scared.”
“It was the only way to keep you safe,” I murmur. “To keep evil bastards from coming after you.”
“Really? That’s all it was? You never took pleasure in any of it? ”
Big eyes search mine from behind her glasses, and I can’t lie to her. I feel her deeply enough to know that’s the only thing she’d never forgive me for.
I bring her close to me, brushing her lips with mine.
“And you? Can you honestly tell me you didn’t take pleasure in seeing those bastards punished?”
I can sense how badly she wants me to kiss her again, but I keep just out of reach, causing her to seek my mouth.
“I would cut them into pieces in front of you,” I purr against her lips, resisting the kiss. “I’d have them worshiping you like a queen before I’d put salt on their wounds. I’d burn down their whole empires just to put a smile on your face. That’s how special you are to me.”
“Carlton,” she whispers, her skin heated. I squeeze my cock in my hand, trying to keep myself in check.
“Ah, I love my name on your lips, Annie.” I clench my jaw, my sanity hanging by a thread from how much I want to crush her mouth with mine. “I want it to be the only name you ever say.”
She smiles, lifting her hand to trace the hard edges of my face with her fingers .
“That’s an absurd desire,” she whispers. “As absurd as the idea of us. We don’t make any sense, Carlton. You’re going to marry Rosalind. That’s a fate you can’t escape even if you wanted to, not with two Kings already having already gone rogue.”
Her hand lowers as if she’s giving up on us, but I catch it.
“That doesn’t mean that you and I can’t—”
People shuffle outside the alcove, and my eyes fly in the direction of the sound.
“You want to keep all men away from me while not actually being with me yourself,” she says. “That’s not fair. And I’m not going to play that game.”
The jealousy in her tone sends a nice prickling through my stomach, but her determination to break this off, to break us up, overshadows it.
“And even if you weren’t engaged to be married, there would still be the matter of the sexual liberties you like to take. The chat rooms, the rituals, the girls paying for your cock.”
“What if I let all that go? What if I promise there will be only you? ”
Her eyes sparkle, but only for a second, as if what she just heard were too good to be true.
“You’d still be fucking Rosalind.” Her tone is bitter, her cheeks growing crimson with jealousy. I wonder if she’d hate-fuck me right now. I grip her chin, not wanting to miss a single emotion in her eyes. I’m so fucking hungry for everything she feels.
“Would you still sleep with me if I only married her for show?”
“I’d rather die—or kill her . I can’t tolerate another woman in your heart.”
“Do you want my heart for yourself?” I stroke her pretty chin. She doesn’t know, but her reply is going to seal her fate.
“I want all of you,” comes the reply, and it feels like fucking angels singing. Like the sky just opened up and heaven is shining down on me for the first time in my filthy life.
“Only me?” I rasp.
“You’re the only man I ever wanted.” Tears sparkle in her eyes, and I’m fucking done for. “Remember what I did just to get a taste of you.” She laughs, and it’s a liberating sound. “Okay, so maybe we’re both not right in the head. Maybe that’s the thing that connected us in the first place. But I can’t live like this, Carlton. I can feel the blood slick on my hands. Rosalind breathing down my nape. She’s even got eyes and ears in my classes, and once you and she get married, she’ll do everything to flaunt your relationship in my face just to see me crumble in pain.” Tears roll down her face. I brush them off with my thumb, the tip running under her glasses.
She’s so fucking beautiful, and she’s not even aware of it. She doesn’t understand why I feel so insecure all the damn time. Of course, it’s not just her exquisite beauty that’s got me tethered to her, and I didn’t fully understand the reason at first either. But I do know it’s potentially deadly.
Which is why I have to do this.
It will make the world a safer place.
I was a block of disciplined, unfeeling concrete before she forced her way past my resistance, and now the insane feelings she aroused are coming down on her like a landslide.
Without a word, I cup her nape harder and push her down, not bothering to take off her glasses .
“Carlton—”
“Do it,” I command. “You said you wanted the bloodshed to stop. You want to keep everyone safe. This is what you have to do to make that happen.”
“Give you a blow job?” She tries to sound outraged, but the way she squirms as she says it betrays how much my demand turns her on.
“Before you let me fuck your cunt and your ass and put my cum in every hole of your body and all over your face to show everyone you are fucking mine.” She shudders as lust surges through her. I force her down, and she doesn’t resist. “Suck my dick, or I’ll take down pretty boy Huang next. I swear I’ll cut his tongue off for telling you not to think of me.”
My balls clench the moment her small mouth wraps around the crest of my dick, her tongue running along the back of it. I hiss at the sensation. I’m the only man she’s ever had, and that lack of experience paired with how much she craves my rough treatment drives me fucking crazy.
“Ah, how your mouth feels around my cock, Lolita.” I fucked many women before Annie Jones, but there’s something about her body that messes with my head big time. That’s another reason why I feel every guy wants her. Once a guy feels this woman, her skin, her lips, her thighs wrapped around his hips and her exquisite cunt clenched around his cock, there’s no way he can quit her. There’s only one direction you can go with Annie Jones—to more and more and more.
“Get your knees up on the seat,” I order, and she complies, ass up in the air. “Now sit back on your heels.”
That way the skirt of her dress covers her pussy. Bending a little from my waist, I reach around her, slipping my hand under her dress and under her thong, running my fingers through her arousal, ensuring that no one can see much more than the outline of my knuckles moving under the fabric if they catch an eyeful.
“Fuck, you’re soaked.”
She moans, taking my dick deeper into her mouth, her small hand wrapped around it at the root. She strokes up and down using the wetness from her greedy little mouth, even though she can barely take in half .
I sink two fingers inside of her cunt, but just as she starts rocking into it, I pull out. She groans in protest, but I push her head further down to keep her blowing me. She gags, but forces herself through it. I watch her head bobbing up and down before I run my middle finger through the crack of her ass and find her pucker.
She stiffens, realizing what I’m going to do, and tries to wiggle away from me.
I don’t let her.
I push my finger inside, causing her to jerk forward.
“Don’t fight it,” I order gruffly. “You’re only going to make it harder. Relax into it, and you’ll enjoy it sooner rather than later.”
She obeys, and I push my finger in deeper, starting to fuck her. Going from easy to hard and then harder. She whimpers from the discomfort of it, but takes it out on my dick, sucking like she means it, forgetting to shield her teeth. My thighs flex as I hiss and push myself into the inexperienced but deeply-felt suction, groaning as she ends up taking me in to my balls.
“That’s a good girl,” I growl, pushing her as low as it goes by her hair. She gags, and I lift her up just to shove her back down. “That’s it, suck me off. And let me stretch that ass out because I’ll be fucking it real soon.”
That makes her writhe into my fingers like a dirty little whore just as a small group led by a bespectacled librarian reach the alcove. The woman looks ready to reprimand the unspeakable behavior, but then she recognizes me and her mouth falls shut.
Their eyes fly to where my hand moves under Annie’s dress, and I let them watch. They can’t see much beyond my knuckles moving under her dress, and they can’t tell who she is because she’s bent with her head on my lap and getting face-fucked, but they know. The entire campus heard that I fucked Annie Jones, and that I liked it enough that I’m now ready to set my King status on fire just to have her again.
And they can tell that it’s her ass getting fucked under that dress, and not her cunt.
I didn’t let her come all the way while I finger-fucked her before, and that was on purpose. This isn’t about her pleasure. It’s about pain and control and learning the price for ever trying to break up with me .
Her text from this morning returns to my head with a vengeance, and my cock surges angrily inside her mouth.
“You’re never breaking up with me, Lolita.” I hold her down roughly, making her struggle as she gags. “Sure as fuck not by text, and you can bet your overflowing little cunt it’ll never be for another man.” I shove my finger to the knuckles inside her ass while I release my cum into her mouth, feeling it squirt to the back of her throat.
I growl my pleasure without restraint, not giving a fuck who sees and hears it. I keep her down until I’ve completely emptied myself, satisfaction rolling through my body. My head spins from the release. The pleasure this woman gives me is out of this world. She works fucking magic on my body, and that gives her more power than she could ever imagine.
Once I’ve emptied myself I yank her up by her hair, dying to see her face, to take in how she’s feeling. Her eyes are red and wet behind slightly fogged glasses, her mouth puffy from the abuse of my cock but she smiles, her eyes rolling back as if she’s just had an orgasm, too .
Easing my finger out of her ass I bring my palm to her pussy to find it coated in thick cream.
“Did you come for me, Lolita? Did you come from my finger-fucking your ass?” I raise an eyebrow, but she’s too busy trying to catch her breath.
I shoot the group a mean-ass glare, making them jump from what seems to be a trance. Annie doesn’t even seem to be aware of them, smiling like she’s high.
“Come with me,” I tell her, not bothering to keep it low. Let everyone hear it loud and clear. “Be mine. Despite Rosalind. Despite everything.”
Her eyes focus to take a good look at me. If I were standing, it would probably knock me off my fucking feet. My chest fills with a kind of affection I’ve never felt before.
Fuck. Me.
I have serious feelings for this woman. Feelings that make me want to take that pretty face in my hands and pepper it with kisses. But there’s also a possessive madness that drives me over the edge with fear that I’ll lose her. It’s torture picturing her just looking at another guy the way she’s looking at me now. And her shaking her head in denial now isn’t helping things.
“Not if you still plan on marrying Rosalind. Which you do because you can’t change it, and we both know it. You live by the Heathens’ rules, and I’m just a fun exception, an interesting kink at best. But I won’t be your side-chick, Carlton. You can’t ask me to throw away my entire life while you sacrifice nothing of yours.”
Her rejection feels like a baseball bat knocking into the back of my head.
“Annie,” I begin, but she puts her hands on my chest, splaying her fingers over it, and I stop talking because my voice is about to fucking crack. She’s basically still breaking up with me, but then why does this possessive little gesture give me hope?
“I promise I won’t see other men until you’ve gotten over this, over us, whatever we are—”
“Nothing,” I cut her off. Her face falls as she looks into my eyes because I must be glaring like the fires of hell. “I’ve sacrificed nothing of my life? My life started to fall apart when you first walked into that church, Annie.” I raise my hand, running my knuckles down her cheek. “Just looking at you turned me on like nothing had before. There was something about your scent, the texture of your skin, your essence. I should have known it was you from that very first second because no woman had ever turned me on just by looking at her before—except you, Annie Jones, whenever you came flaunting your perfect little ass at the table in the cafeteria.”
She gawks at me, finally understanding why I always seemed so annoyed by her. She awakened a beastly desire in me that I didn’t want to subject her to. But that ship has sailed.
“I would have probably broken every bone in Roy’s body even if I hadn’t discovered who you truly were. Later, at the pub, I tried to keep away from you, but every time a fucker laid his eyes on you it injected a murderous poison into my fucking bloodstream. I killed a man for you, Annie Jones, I maimed two, and I’ll leave a trail of corpses in my wake if you try to leave me again.”
She stares at me with huge eyes and a slack jaw, her mouth beautifully puffy from how I used it. I don’t give a damn that people are still eavesdropping, even if they’ve pulled back out of sight. Let them know that I’m a killer for her.
“You’ll end up hurt, Carlton. The Elders—”
“It seems I’m still not making myself clear.” I stand up while tucking my dick back in and zipping up. Then I grab the table from both sides and shake it out of its bolts. They rattle, and then it rips out of the ground with a clang. I haul the table into the library’s bulletproof glass wall, causing it to shatter into a million little patterns while still holding together.
Annie gasps.
I’ve never done something like this before, not in front of people, but to hell with it. It’s not the first time I’ve crossed a line for Annie Jones, and it sure as fuck won’t be the last. She pushes her glasses up her nose, still staring at the shattered wall like she can’t believe it when I reach down, scoop her up and throw her over my shoulder barbarian-style.
“Carlton, what the hell,” she yelps.
I pull her dress down to make sure it covers her entire ass, then I slap it over the fabric.
“You’re mine, Annie Jones. And if this is the only way you get it, so be it.”