Chapter 25
“I want to go back!”I yell, my fists clenched at my sides.
“Too bad. You need to stay here and tell me what the hell is going on.” Xayden slams his fist on the counter.
My arms flail around me in fury. “What the fuck do you want me to say? I have no idea what the fuck is actually happening!” More so, I have no idea where the shift in his attitude is coming from.
“Why is your mom married to my father? What’s in it for her? Why are you both here?” he demands.
“You just can’t deal with the fact that they love each other? God, you’re such a self-absorbed asshole!” I scream.
“You didn’t think I was so self-absorbed when I was fucking the shit out of your pussy.” He shrugs, his glare deadly.
I can feel my face get hot, the heat creeping through my cheeks. Memories of them fucking me, the way their cocks tasted, the heat from their bodies—it’s overwhelming. But it also pisses me the fuck off.
“Fuck you, Xayden. You started that bullshit! I just stepped up and finished it. Got what the fuck I came for and then left you. What? You upset you didn’t get to cook breakfast for me? Snuggle with me in the morning? That I just up and left your ass after I got what I wanted? Did you feel like the whore you are?”
Xayden starts to step toward me, his hand flexing at his side. I take a step back, but my back bumps into the counter. My eyes widen when I realize that I have no way out.
In a flash, he is in front of me, and his hand comes out and wraps around my throat. “Did you get what you wanted, Princess? You got to take all of our cocks like a whore?” he seethes.
I can’t respond. The hold he has on my throat is just enough to allow me to breathe and nothing more. I try to claw at his hand, but it does nothing.
Well, it does something.
There’s a wetness pooling between my legs. A heat burning inside me. A need crawling through my veins. My body obviously remembers what they did to me, and it wants more.
Hussy.
He taunts, “What’s the matter, sis? Scared I will take what I want this time?”
My eyes narrow at him. Anger boiling in me. He’s an asshole. A hot and very sexy asshole, but an asshole. But before I can even think of ways to get out of my predicament, his lips crash down on mine. His hand squeezes a little tighter, causing me to let out a breathy moan.
His mouth dances with mine, his tongue pushing past my lips, getting tangled with my own. It’s a clash of anger and sexual need dominating over our sanity.
His other hand reaches down and grabs hold of my ass, squeezing it hard. I let out a whimper as my body betrays every thought my brain is trying to signal to it. Which I’m not even sure what that is anymore.
Do I stop him? Do I let him continue? Everything is all twisted in me.
“Tell me you aren’t soaked for me right now. Tell me this pussy isn’t weeping for my cock to be inside of it. Tell me, Princess,” he whispers against my lips.
Xayden loosens his grip on my throat, but the words I’m looking for fail me.
My mouth opens but all that comes out is a moan.
In one swift motion, Xayden flips me so that I’m facing the counter. His hand wraps around my hair, as his other one tugs at my leggings.
“W-What are you doing, Xayden?”
He lets out a throaty chuckle. “I’m going to fuck you, Princess.” He yanks on my hair as he slaps my ass, causing me to let out a yelp.
“B-But what if someone sees?” I groan as his fingers massage where he just smacked me.
“Let them see me fuck you. Let them see how much of a whore you are for your stepbrother’s cock.” His fingers start to creep closer to my very wet pussy. “Tell me to stop, Rory. Tell me you don’t want to feel me inside you.”
Closing my eyes, I let out a whimper as I push my ass back toward him. “Don’t stop, please. Fuck me, Xayden.”
Without hesitating, his fingers thrust into me, causing me to arch my back. My mouth drops open, but nothing comes out as he fucks me with his fingers.
And he isn’t being gentle. No, not an ounce of gentleness with any of his touches.
He is full-on angry fucking my pussy right now.
And I don’t hate it.
“You are a sopping mess, Princess. Does this turn you on? Getting finger fucked by your stepbrother?” he says through gritted teeth. I can feel his hardness on my leg as he works his fingers in and out of me.
God, I need that cock in me.
Fuck, listen to me. I am completely falling apart just to get that cock.
I can hear the wetness get louder the more he fucks me, dripping down my leg. And there’s a tightness coiling in my belly as I feel myself start to get closer to a release.
“Please, Xayden. I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
“Yeah? You want to come?” Xayden pulls my hair, tilting my head up.
“Yes, please,” I beg.
Xayden pulls his fingers out of me. “Well, too bad. If you’re gonna come, it’s going to be on my dick.”
He lets go of my hair, and I turn my head over my shoulder to see him shoving his shorts down. He grabs a hold of himself and strokes it before lining it up behind me. In one swift thrust, Xayden is seated fully inside me.
We both let out groans as I feel him fill me. He doesn’t move for a moment as his hands grip my hips. “Goddamn, you feel so good, Princess.”
“Xayden, fuck me. Please move.”
He places a hand at the center of my back, pushing me down against the coldness of the countertop. He starts to shift inside of me, hard, causing me to grip the side of the counter.
“Like this? Is this what you need, Princess?” Xayden lets out a grunt.
“Yes! Don’t stop. Fuck me harder. Make me hurt.”
A hand comes down on my ass, and I let out a moan.
“Fuck, you just squeezed the shit out of my cock. You like that, don’t you? You like a little pain.” Another hand comes down harder on me, and I moan again. “Yeah, you do.”
My mind starts to come back online, but only for a brief second. Just long enough to remind me of what is actually happening.
That I am being railed against the counter by my stepbrother.
And that I am finding complete enjoyment out of it.
That anyone can walk in here at any point and see Xayden fucking me six ways to Sunday.
But the way he feels in me, the way he squeezes my hips, the way he takes control of my body? I can’t fight that. There isn’t anything I can say to deny that I am completely at his mercy and loving it.
That familiar feeling inside me starts to bubble up. The tightening in my stomach and the vibration throughout my body tells me I’m getting closer to a release.
“Xayden, I’m so close. Please…” My words trail off as my vision blurs. Xayden’s fingers find my clit and begin furiously rubbing it. And then he pinches it, and my vision goes white.
“That’s it, Princess, come for me.”
My body shakes and every nerve ending is ignited as I crash over the edge. My orgasm rolls through me in waves, rendering me completely unable to speak, scream, or moan. My mouth opens, but not a sound comes out.
“Holy shit, fuck. Fuck.” Xayden stills inside of me, finding his own release as I come down from mine. He holds himself inside me for a moment before I feel the loss of him as he pulls out.
He doesn’t say anything. But I feel and hear him walk away. When I stand, I see him heading toward the stairs. Quickly, I yank my pants up—and just in time, too.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Monica screeches at me.
“Nothing. I’m leaving, so don’t worry about it.” I stare at the four sorority bitches as they smack the gum around in their mouths.
God, that’s so fucking annoying.
“Got some lonely frat boy to fuck you?” Ivy smirks.
“You do know that the gum won’t get the dick and cum smell out of your breath, right? It will just make it minty. Or maybe you four are more of a bubble gum flavor. Anyways my point is, everyone will still know what whores you are.” I bend down and grab my purse, then walk around the wall of sluts.
“Says the cum slut who fucked her way through the frat house in a night,” Monica snaps back.
I smile as I reach the door and then turn so they can see my smirk. “Not the whole house. Just the three most important people inside of it.” And with that, I walk out the door and start making my way back toward my dorm.
I am very aware of the can of worms that I just opened, but fuck, I couldn’t help it.
They get under my fucking skin. Their voices are like nails on a chalkboard. No wonder they are always sucking dick. It’s the easiest way to get them to shut up.
And I need to get out of here. My mind is still reeling with everything, and all I want is to be away from everyone. Should I be headed back to the dorms? Probably not. I should have my mom pick me up, take me out of this godforsaken place.
What the fuck happened? When I tried to leave the other day, I remember leaving the room, but that’s it. I don’t remember a single thing after I closed that door.
Except my father’s voice.
I know I heard it.
My head is on a swivel as I walk down the sidewalk.
He was there, I know he was. I could never forget his voice. But I have no clue where “there” actually was. My vision was blurry, and the lights were so bright it whitewashed everything out.
A horn honks behind me, and my eyes widen and hand flies to my chest as I let out a gasp. My head snaps toward the offending noise, and I see it’s just someone honking at the guy in front of him who won’t move fast enough in the lane.
Swallowing, I shake out my hands and take a deep breath.
I need to get to the safety of my room. Close the door and shut the world away. I need time to think, to sort through what happened.
Was this a prank? Some mean joke? Why did I hear my father?
When I get closer to the dorms, I start walking a bit faster toward my room. The minute I burst through the entrance, I am in a full sprint toward the stairs. I run up them, my heart racing with each step I take.
When I stand in front of my door, I unlock it and burst through it, immediately closing it as fast as I can, as if someone is chasing me. Because, for all I know, someone is.
Leaning back against the door, I take a deep breath and close my eyes. I try to steady my heartbeat, calm myself down from the sheer panic running through me.
When I finally have my pounding heart controlled, I head over to my bed and sit down. Addy is probably at studio for a bit before she comes home to get ready for a night out. And I’m going to revel in the quiet.
Leaning back against my pillows, I get myself as comfortable as I can. My mind wanders to what transpired at the frat house. The night with the guys, the kitchen romp with Xayden, and the missing pieces in between.
My mind goes back to the morning I snuck out of the room. When I woke up and needed to leave that mess, that mess that I know was a huge ass mistake.
Slowly, I untangle myself from the arms and human heater that are wrapped around me. I slip out of the bed and quietly turn to see Xayden was the one who had me pulled against him.
Shit. What the hell did I do? I slept with my stepbrother and his friends! I’m one step away from working a pole at the local strip club. Or finding a corner on Las Vegas Boulevard and selling my services.
Fuck, I need to exit quickly. Before any of them wake up.
My clothes are all torn up from last night’s festivities, so I quietly creep into Xayden’s closet, shutting the door softly before turning on the light, then pull out a T-shirt and a pair of shorts. I quickly change before realizing my shoes are probably in Dekker’s room.
Silently I curse, but at least all three of them are passed out on Xayden’s bed. It will make it easier to get in and out.
I turn off the light and open the closet door, praying he keeps his door hinges well lubricated and it doesn’t squeak. Thankfully, it doesn’t.
As fast and as quietly as possibly, I walk past the bed, ambient light providing a path for me to see. I can see the light from the hallway peek through the bottom of the door. I look back at the three of them sleeping and shake my head.
What a mess. I mean, the sex was out of this world, so there’s that. Except holidays are going to be extremely awkward, and I need to make sure my mom never finds out. Like, fucking ever.
Opening the door, I slip out of the room and softly shut it behind me. Letting out a breath, I can feel myself physically relax. I can get back to my dorm and figure out a way out of all this crazy.
Before I can turn, however, a sharp pain is suddenly at my neck. “What the hell?” I whisper. Suddenly, the world around me starts to slow. My mind and my body are not moving at the same speeds. And I am not sure which one is slower.
I reach up to the place where I felt the pain, but nothing is there. Why am I out in the hall? Why does my body feel so heavy?
My arm falls from my neck, and I can feel my knees weaken. At least I think they do. I can’t feel them anymore. In fact, I can’t feel anything. I open my mouth to let out a scream, but I don’t even know if it’s working.
Something wraps around me, and I start to fade.
My vision tunnels, and everything turns black.
I rub a hand down my face. I know leaving that room was real. But after that? All that happened once I closed that door? I have no fucking clue if it actually happened.
I rub my neck and wince at the memory that I don’t know is true or not.
What I do know is that something happened, and I heard my father.
Rolling over to my side, I keep my eyes on the door. I let out a long breath and then yawn. I need an exit plan. Maybe I can just take a year off. Convince my mother I’m better off heading back to Vegas and finishing school out there.
My eyes start to get heavy as I think of ways to deal with the matters at hand. Figure out how to find out if that was my father I could hear and if he’s actually alive.
My thoughts drift back to memories of my father and me. The times I sat on his lap as a child and watched him work. The memories we made as a family.
Before this became my life, my strange, shattered reality.