Chapter 12
“Dekker…”My entire body is frozen as he starts toward me. “I … please … I …”
A hand wraps around my throat as he lets out a growl. “I am going to ask again. What the fuck are you doing in my fucking room?”
He squeezes a little tighter, and I am sure my eyes are bulging out of their sockets. My heart is racing and ready to burst through my chest.
I’m at a loss for words, words that may very well save my life at this point. Because holy fuck he is pissed.
“Sorry,” I choke out through his hold. He starts to walk me back until I hit the side of the bed. “I … I just had to pee.”
He says nothing as his hand releases from my throat. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. Suddenly, I feel his hands on me, picking me up, and I’m being tossed into the air. I land on the bed as I let out a yelp.
Before I can react, Dekker is hovering over me.
“Did you not see the rope that blocked off the stairs?” His body presses into mine, and I start to panic.
“I did! I’m sorry! I just really had to go to the bathroom and the line downstairs was long as fuck! I had no clue this was your room. I didn’t even know this was your frat. Please, let me go, and I won’t bother you anymore.”
Dekker shakes his head. “No. You came into my room, you’re mine now.” He grabs my hands and places them over my head. Leaning down, he licks up the side of my neck.
I don’t know whether to push him off or let him do whatever he is about to do, because my body is sure as fuck betraying my head right now. I can feel a pulsing between my legs. A dampness starting to form.
Do I like this? I think I like this. Shit, yeah, I fucking like this right now. Fuck.
“So, the question is, what am I gonna do with you?” Dekker growls into my ear. “Tell me, Angel. What should I do to you for breaking into my room? There has to be a price to pay for breaking and entering.”
He slowly grinds against me, and oh my God. He is hard as fuck. And huge.
“Please,” I beg. Though I am not sure what for.
“Please what, Angel?”
I shake my head. “I don’t know.” And I truly don’t. Not a single neuron in my brain is firing correctly at the moment.
Briefly, it’s like my senses come back to me and I remember who I’m dealing with. But then he pushes against me with his hardness, and I lose all train of fucking thought.
My body and my mind are not on the same page. At all.
Dekker grinds harder, letting out a long, guttural groan. His hands tighten around my wrists as I struggle to try and break free from his hold. His hips pick up speed as his obviously hard dick presses against my core.
My entire body starts to burn up. There’s a warm and fluttering feeling in my belly and I know I’m so close.
I shift my hips just a bit to try and get the friction I need to take me over that edge. But as I do, my eyes meet with his and there is a wicked gleam in them.
In a swift motion, he grabs both wrists with one, while reaching down and unbuttoning his shorts. He stops grinding against me, and my eyes widen.
Is he going to fuck me? Oh god, do I want him to fuck me? I don’t even know if there’s a right answer to that question.
“Oh fuck.” His hoarse voice breaks me out of my thoughts. My mouth drops open as I watch what he’s doing to me. His hand rapidly strokes his hardness, and I can see piercings that he has that he calls a ladder or something as his hand glides over it. But then my fascination with it is cut short.
This motherfucker is coming all over me, right at the apex of my thighs, on my jeans. I watch as he roars through his release, his cum firing out from his cock. And I am too fucking stunned to even stop it. To fight back.
His chest rises and falls as he comes down from his high. “Fuck. Thanks, Angel. I needed to clean the pipes before I go sink in some slut pussy tonight.”
He takes the head of his still hard-as-a-rock cock and spreads the cum into my jeans.
That’s when reality comes crashing back to me. I buck against him and try to throw him off me. To no avail.
“Get off me, you fucking heathen!” I scream at him.
All that does is make him laugh even more.
“It’s cute that you think you can move me. Just remember, Angel, there are consequences for your actions. You came into my room when you weren’t invited.”
Dekker pushes off of me, and I scramble off the bed. Trying to put distance between me and him. His eyes bore into mine as he tucks himself back into his shorts.
I don’t even bother looking down. It’s wet, I can feel it. I know anyone can see it. Fuck.
I need to get the fuck out of here. His chuckle startles me as I make a break for the door. I rush out of there and down the hallway toward the stairs and the pounding of the music. I grab hold of the railing as my feet fly down each step.
My breaths are harder to take as it feels like the air is getting thicker. I don’t even look back or look for Addy. Fuck, I can’t even see Damien like this.
The music around me rages on. Bodies litter the rooms, making it hard to escape to the exit.
Pushing through the people, I keep my head down and finally find the way I came in. The minute I am outside I stop and let the cool air hit me.
“Wow, what happened to your pants?” some guy in front of me asks. I look at him but say nothing. The burn on my cheeks from the embarrassment is unbearable.
“Probably cum!” some guy shouts from my left.
My eyes widen, and my feet start moving under me. I need to get the hell out of here, and fast. Grabbing my phone out of my back pocket, I take off down the street and head back toward campus.
I try to avoid the streetlights and stay in the shadows. There are still a lot of students out and about, and I’m trying to avoid all of them.
My phone vibrates in my hand, and I unlock it to see that it’s a message from Damien. My chest twinges with guilt.
Damien:
Hey, are you okay?
I’m looking all over for you. Where did you go?
Rory, where the hell are you? Addy and I are worried.
The phone suddenly rings in my hand, Damien’s name popping up, and I ignore it. There is no way I can even talk about what happened, let alone let him see the embarrassment that is me.
Because I let Dekker do that to me.
Here I am with Damien, after a nice dinner, and there I was being a slut with the giant asshole in his room. I was ready to just give it up to him.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
When I finally make it to the dorms, I rush inside and run up to my floor. Then I burst through the door and immediately start stripping the clothes from my skin.
They are contaminated, dirty, soiled with guilt.
I throw them into the garbage, grab a towel, and rush into the shower.
Logically, I know my clothes were on. And I know I was enjoying it. But the act of him humiliating me like that, I can’t seem to scrub off of me. The loofah scrapes against my skin as I scrub it with an unbelievable force.
My skin is burning with each pass. Tears start to fall down my face and mix with the water.
The realization of tonight has hit me.
Dekker is an asshole, and I am sure my stepbrother will know what happened. And who knows the fallout from that?
I look down at my stomach and legs, they are red and angry. Exiting the shower, I wrap my towel around me, the water from my hair dripping and soaking into the bathmat.
Walking mindlessly over to my closet, I pull out a T-shirt and leggings. Not my normal bed attire, but I just don’t give a flying fuck.
I pull out my phone and see that I have a million missed calls and texts from Addy and Damien. I pick up the phone and call Addy. She picks up on the first ring.
“Where the hell are you? Please tell me you’re okay!” Addy screams into the phone.
Music is softly playing in the background, so wherever they are, it’s not at the party anymore.
I can’t hold back the sob that rips from me as I say, “I’m back at the dorm.”
“Rory! We need to get to the dorms now. She’s there and she’s upset,” I hear her tell someone, who I assume is Damien. I don’t hang up the phone, I just let it fall to the side of the bed as I break down.
I don’t want to be here. This is not in my plan.
Why couldn’t my mom just wait to get married again? To fall in love after I graduated?
The door to the room opens, and I am not sure how much time has passed, but Addy and Damien walk in and see me curled up in the bed. Quickly, I sit up and wipe my tears.
“Rory! What the hell happened?” Addy is immediately by my side, Damien hot on her heels.
“I needed to leave. Please, I don’t want to talk about it.” I shake my head.
“Did someone hurt you?” Damien’s voice is tight. I look up at him and I can see the anger in his face. He takes a look around our dorm room, and he starts to pace a bit.
I shake my head. “No. Just … I don’t want to talk about it. Please.”
“Rory, you can’t just disappear like that,” Addy whispers. “God, we thought the worst things. You weren’t answering your phone …”
“I … I just need time. Please, I am fine.” They both narrow their eyes at me. “I will be fine. But I just need to just sleep.”
Addy nods. “Okay. I’m going to give you two a moment.” She smiles up at Damien. When she leaves, he turns to me, his face softening for the first time since he walked in.
He crouches down in front of me, his hands placed on either side of me. “I was going out of my mind. If someone did something, tell me. I can take care of it. But I get that you need time to process whatever happened. Just know I’m here for you.”
He tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear, then stands up and kisses my forehead, and my stomach does somersaults.
I look up at him as he pulls away, and our eyes meet. His flit down to my lips, and I watch him slowly move his mouth toward mine. With a feather-light touch, his lips brush over mine before pressing forward. His mouth softly works against mine in a slow motion. Our lips dancing to their own song.
Damien pulls back slightly and rests his forehead against mine. “I had been wanting to taste those lips again. And as much as I want to continue, you are very upset, and you need your rest. Goodnight, Rory.”
He places another tentative kiss on my forehead and turns on his heel to leave. As he reaches the door, he turns and gives me one last smile.
“Goodnight, Damien.” My voice barely registers above a whisper. He nods, vanishing through the doorway.
A couple minutes later, Addy comes back and, in a flash, she is on me.
“Spill. Fucking. Now.” She hovers over me. “You had me thinking you were in a ditch somewhere, or kidnapped! You at least owe me an explanation.”
I take a deep breath and close my eyes. “I … I accidentally stumbled into Dekker’s room.”
“Dekker? As in your brother’s friend?”
“Stepbrother and yes.”
“How did you …” She stops and her mouth drops open. “Oh my God. That was their frat house we were at. Oh! I am so sorry! I had no idea.”
Shaking my head I cut her off. “Stop. I know you didn’t.”
“What happened?” She looks at me and frowns, knowing the interaction with Dekker can’t be good.
“Just made a fool of me. I’m completely embarrassed by it.”
“What did he do, Rory?” Her features are etched with concern.
I run my hand down my face. “Nothing. I’m more worried about my brother finding out I was there. I just got scared and took off.”
Her eyes narrow. “Then why the shower and why is your skin all red?”
“Because.” I stall for a moment, trying to think of a good excuse. “I felt dirty just from being in their house. Not to mention I smell of frat. I had to get it off me.”
Addy hums. As if she is trying to decide if what I am telling her is the truth.
“Oh, Rory. I’m so sorry. I should’ve said we go to the bars instead.” Her lips turn down as her eyes tear up. “This is all my fault.”
“No, please don’t blame yourself.” I pull her in for a hug.
It’s not her fault. It’s not anyone’s fault except for Dekker. And by default, Xayden. Did he allow that to happen? For his friend to assault his stepsister?
I need to find a way out of this place. Get back to Vegas and never step foot in Texas again.