Chapter 23
The great hall is decorated with candelabras, blood red roses and velvet curtains draped from the vaulted ceiling to cover the large bay windows. All the Dacre Hall students are dressed in their black robes and make the place look like a scene out of a medieval movie where warriors are granted knighthood and kings and queens are crowned. The soft melodic tune from the grand piano in the far corner of the great hall sets the scene for this elaborate and formal dinner.
Eyes follow us as the Spades Frat members all make their way to the front of the room to take their seats at the head table. I try to stay behind but Chaser grips my hand and drags me along with him.
“Chaser. Stop. I’m not supposed to sit up there.” I attempt to peel his strong grip from my hand.
He drags me after him and pulls me into his side as we reach the long table that faces the rest of the great hall. “You’re my plus one, baby. I already have a seat reserved for you.” He slaps my ass, pushing me behind the table and leads me to my seat.
I look out at the other students as they find their seats at the long rows of tables and I can’t help but think this will put a massive wedge between me and any chance of making friends.
Alistair sidles up beside me and drapes his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into him. “Just go with it. We all want you here. You’re our honorary member.” He squeezes my shoulder reassuringly.
“What he said.” Tristan taps Alistair’s shoulder as he walks past us to his seat at the other end of the long table.
Alistair saunters away following behind Dalton and seats himself three seats away from the center. I glance up at Rome as he presses up behind me and pushes his semi hard dick into my ass.
“That’s yours later tonight,” he whispers before he too heads to the seat beside Alistair.
“Tease.” I scowl at him.
“Sit.” Chaser pulls my chair out for me and makes me sit down and then sits himself beside me. I’m starting to see there’s a hierarchy in the seating pattern.
“You’re so pushy.” I adjust my gown so it covers my legs. Even though the hall is closed up, it’s still quite chilly in this old stone building.
I gaze across the room and spot Sin talking to another student, their arm gestures and facial expressions look heated and I wonder what scheme he’s concocting. Charlotte waltzes in looking like the perfect student with her ironed gown and perfectly styled hair. She has an extra bounce to her step and a wider smile than usual. She probably hasn’t realized I’m sitting up here yet and I’m sure my presence will dampen her spirits.
“Why is she so happy all of a sudden?” I ask Chaser.
He glances her way as she approaches the table. “She probably finally got laid.”
Her gaze settles on me as she rounds the end of the table and I can feel her burning hatred as she walks past me and seats herself next to Rome. I ignore her and carry on looking out over the crowd. Most students have found their seats and the low hum of chatter fills the high vaulted ceiling.
“By who?” I finally work up the courage to ask and hope to all fuck that Chaser doesn’t sense the jealousy in my tone.
He leans into me, his mouth touching my ear. “Not by your brother, don’t worry,” he whispers so low that I barely catch his words.
I swallow before turning to glance at him. He hasn’t moved an inch and our noses brush against each other. His electric stare bores into my skin and lights it on fire. I’m caught in his gaze and am unable to form words for a few seconds to tell him his answer was not what I was meaning. A long pause stretches between us but neither of us move.
“It’s not what I meant.” I shift and grab my glass of water on the table after a few seconds of being trapped in his stare.
Chaser remains leaning toward me, staring as I drink. A huge grin greets me when I look back at him.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He licks his lips and takes his glass from the table, clinking it to mine. “To debauchery and mayhem. To hell with the rules society thinks we need to follow.” He winks and sips his water.
I’m dumbfounded with the meaning of his words. Do they all know I secretly get turned on by my own adoptive brother? I ignore that train of thought when Sin saunters through the tables and heads straight for me, like he knows I was thinking about him. I avert my gaze and focus on the table centerpiece, not wanting to make eye contact with him again. Once he’s seated, the waiters all emerge from the back of the hall and start to serve dinner and drinks. It”s an alternate drop and you have a fifty fifty chance of ending up with something you hate. Lucky for me, I get the braised duck and mashed potatoes and I devour it in minutes. Formal dinner manners be damned.
The waiters keep the wine flowing and I’ve drank three glasses before dessert is served.
“I think the two of us are going to bleed them dry tonight.” Baron clinks his glass to mine.
“It’s the nicest wine I’ve ever tasted.” I look at him and smile.
“It’s from my parent’s winery in the south of France. I’ll let them know you’re a fan.”
“Wow. I had no idea your family owned a winery. Please, tell them they have mastered the art of wine making. This is delicious.” I smile at him and take another sip.
“I’ll definitely tell them when I go back for the break. They’ll be pleased to know someone is a fan.”
“It would be so beautiful in the south of France.”
“I don’t really take any notice. My dad puts me to work at the winery when I’m there.” He laughs.
“Sounds like these three and Raphael’s orders.” I indicate to Chaser, Sin and Rome.
“Hey, you make it sound like it’s bad. I love doing things for Raphael, especially if they’re extra fun things.” Chaser raises his eyebrows.
“Extra fun things. You mean when you-”
Chaser places his hand over my mouth to shut me up. “What she means is fun things.”
I pull his hand off my mouth and glare at him. “I’m not that drunk that I’d spill family secrets. What I was saying was, I don”t even know anymore, I’ve lost my train of thought.” I giggle.
Chaser takes my glass of wine from me and hands me my water. “That’s enough alcohol for you for a while.”
Drinking the entire glass of water, I place the empty glass back on the table a little louder than I had anticipated, garnering the sour looks from both Charlotte and Sin. I poke my tongue at her and it’s totally fucking worth it because she looks down her perfect nose at me in utter shock. The judgy glare from her pisses me off.
“What? You’re lucky I didn’t flick you the finger, Queen Charlotte.” I burst into fits of giggles and am joined by Baron and Henry who’s seated next to him.
Chaser shakes his head at me and chuckles. “Keep that up and Sin will punish you.”
My eyes widen and I clear my throat, trying to get my head straight. “He can try.”
Chaser moves so he’s in my space, his hand lazily resting across the back of my chair. “I wouldn’t test him, Monroe. He’s a little more liberated being away from his parents.”
I swallow the warning and glance sideways at Sin. He’s watching our interaction intently, his hypnotic stare trained on me, making my skin tingle. It’s like looking into the eyes of a monster, all dark and gloomy with a storm about to unleash its fury, destroying everything in its path.
Chaser moves back into his spot but my eyes are still locked with Sin’s. His vicious glare promises lascivious undoings and forbidden desires, ready to tarnish any innocent fragment left in me. Tearing my gaze from his, I breathe again, the air surrounding me thick and clammy making it hard to regain my sanity. I’d been so preoccupied that I hadn’t noticed anything around me and that dessert had been served.
Looking down at the white chocolate lava cake with gold flecks and tiny blue flowers for decoration, I breathe a sigh of relief and ignore the interaction I just had with my adoptive brother. I can’t allow myself to be affected by him like this. Maybe my imagination is heightened or chaotic from the amount of alcohol affecting my brain.
“Here, have some more water.” Chaser pushes my glass toward me.
“Have you been tasked to babysit tonight or some shit?”
“I wouldn’t call it babysitting. More along the lines of watching you…closely.” His voice drops into a low suggestive timbre. The mischievous glint in his eyes dancing manically.
I don’t know what to say to him without sounding like an asshole. I don’t need them constantly watching over me, especially when we’re in a room full of Dacre students. Nothing will happen in here. “You’re annoying.”
“You love it.” He clinks his wine to my water glass.
Ignoring him, I scoop up some cake and chew it slowly as I watch the other students mingle in the hall. Most have finished their meal and are now happily enjoying their night while the piano has been replaced with music through the speakers. These gatherings are tedious and as good as they are for meeting new people, I’d rather be in bed with a good book and mug of hot cocoa.
Pushing my chair back, I stand and stretch my legs, figuring I should go find Josephine and catch up with her seeing as I haven’t seen her for a while. As I go to walk around the table, Chaser grabs my hand and stops me.
“Don’t go outside without one of us.”
“I won’t.” I raise an eyebrow at him, confused as to why all of a sudden he’s so worried about me being outside on my own. Striding away, with my gown billowing behind me, I glance back to see Rome and Alistair missing from the table.
I zigzag through the tables and chairs searching for Josephine but I don’t see her anywhere. Deciding I need to use the ladies room, I head down the side passage toward the toilets and am thankful there isn’t a long line.
After finishing peeing, I make sure I’m far enough away from the toilet before I let go of my gown, so it doesn”t hit the toilet bowl and exit the cubicle. Of course my luck is that Charlotte is at the mirror fixing up her already perfect lipstick.
“You know, I’m not your enemy or your competition.” I say as I move to the basins.
She turns slowly and stares at me like how dare I speak to her in public. Her rotten gaze snakes over me and the scowl on her face doesn’t match her hair. “I know you’re no competition. I got what I wanted and your brother gave it willingly, all night long.” She grins like a liar.
I snort in amusement as I turn the faucet on to wash my hands. The icy chill of the tap water doesn’t cool the brewing rage inside me. How fucking dare she spread bullshit lies about who she’s fucking. I know my anger has nothing to do with what she’s telling others and more to do with my sick jealousy of Sin touching her, even though I know it’s not true.
“You look a little green there.” She pops her lipstick back in her pocket and bumps into me as she leaves.
Without thinking, I storm after her, hoping to catch up to her before one of the guys notices. I spot her a few feet ahead getting lost in the crowd of black gowns and I make a beeline ready to yank her perfect hair and stop her in her tracks when I’m abruptly coat hangered around the chest.
“What the hell?” My hands fly up to remove whoever has a tight grip on me.
“Save that rage for my cock, baby.” Rome whispers against the side of my face.
His words and his crushing grip on me has me in a whirlwind of neediness. I hold onto his muscled arm as he walks me back away from my original plan and toward the exit doors. “Where are you dragging me?” I stumble backward into him, his strong hold not allowing me to fall.
“To get thoroughly fucked.” We exit through the doors of the main hall into a dark and quiet room that sits near the entrance.
“Rome.” I grab him and try to stop him from dragging me further into the room.
He growls in frustration at my resistance and in one quick movement, he grips my hips in his hands and throws me over his shoulder.
“Rome,” I squeal as he carries me through the darkened space into another room, kicking the door shut so hard it rattles on its hinges. The dim lights on the walls barely illuminate the room, but I can see that it’s used for more intimate, private functions.
Rome deposits me on the table, grabbing my throat and pushing me flat on my back onto the cold marble. He positions himself between my parted legs and pulls me into his hard dick by yanking me toward him by my throat.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I hold onto his hand that’s wrapped tightly around my neck.
His dark gaze roots me to the table and I can see a glint of madness behind his eyes. The usual smokescreen that hides his true character vanishes and shining through the haze is something resembling a starved monster.
“I saw the way you and Sin were eye fucking eachother.” His jaw ticks and his eyes narrow slightly.
Any words I plan on saying die in my throat as I stare at him in bewilderment. His free hand reaches between us and he pulls my panties aside roughly before thrusting three fingers inside me.
“Cat got your tongue?” He thrusts harder and I can feel my core tightening at his aggressiveness.
“We can’t do this here.” I choke out. My heart is jackhammering inside my chest at the thought of someone catching us. He loosens his grip on my throat but his fingers dive deeper inside me, pressing and circling and driving me mad.
“Are you wet for me, Monroe? Or are you wet at the thought of your stalker watching you right now?” He hauls me up by my throat until my lips are pressing against his. “Answer me.” He bites into my bottom lip, dragging it between his lips and drawing blood.
I’d be lying if I said this didn’t turn me on. Rome being savage and jealous is making my insides clench and the slow build of arousal settles between my thighs. If he continues this delicious torture on my pussy and throat, I’m going to come all over his fingers any second.
“Yes,” I moan when his fingers circle my clit.
“Which one, Monroe?” He flicks my clit, nearly sending me over the edge.
I hold onto his muscled biceps and try to grind my pussy against his hand when his fingers around my neck flex. “Both.” I breathe out a groan.
“That’s.” Thrust. “My.” Thrust. “Dirty.” Thrust. “Slut.” He kisses me deeply, our tongues dance against one another lapping up the blood oozing from my lip. The warm sensation adds a whole new dimension to his mouth on mine. It’s erotic and sensual the way he’s tasting me and taunting me with his fingers inside me.
A strangled moan escapes my lips and he swallows every last sound. His fingers disappear from inside me and I want to whimper from the sudden emptiness. He moves so I can see my reflection in his turbulent eyes.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Monroe?”
I nod as much as his tight grip allows. I need him to devour me whole. To fuck me until I pass out. The tight burning in my lungs fights with me to make him remove his fingers from around my throat but my mind says otherwise. The lightheadedness is making me dizzy but I don’t fight him because I need this more than I need to breathe right now.
He pushes me backward, my back hitting the marble table top so hard a fast whoosh of air escapes through my lips. He climbs after me, never breaking his tight grip and drags me up the table by my throat again. Instinctively, my hands fly to his and I hold onto his wrist.
“Rome.” My eyes go wide when he removes his hand and rips the front of my gown apart.
Pulling the front of my dress and bra down roughly, exposing both my breasts and my already hardened nipples, he flicks them back and forth in time with my heartbeat. “Are you wet for me, Monroe?”
I bite my bottom lip, tasting the blood that’s still there, and shut my eyes as he pinches both my nipples really fucking hard. The sensation shoots straight to my clit and I suppress a moan as he pinches me again. As much as my brain is telling me we need to stop before someone catches us, my pussy is throbbing to be savagely fucked somewhere forbidden.
“Keep your eyes on me when I’m fucking you.” He grabs my jaw, angling my face toward him.
My eyes fly open and clash with his heated glare. I place my hands on his chest and I can feel the steady beat of his heart through his clothing. His hands slide over my breasts, down my stomach and settle on my panties. He tears them off without any effort at all and moves to undo his pants, allowing his huge cock to spring free.
I lick my lips in anticipation when his voice startles me. “I said keep your eyes on me.” He growls as he positions the tip of his cock at my entrance and in one deep thrust he’s entered me.
“Fuck.” I throw my head back from the intrusion. Both pain and pleasure course through my veins as his thick cock fills me to the brim. My pussy is still sore from last night and I can feel it slowly stretching and accommodating his thickness as he moves in and out in an agonizing rhythm.
Grabbing one of my thighs, he lifts my leg over his hip as his intensity increases and he rams into me harder, my back sliding up the smooth planes of the marble table. His hand comes down onto my throat again and anchors me, pinning me to the table, ensuring I don’t slide away from him.
“You’re so fucking wet being manhandled. Do you like your airways constricted?” His fingers flex cutting off my airways.
Pleasure pools between my legs and stars dance behind my eyes as I struggle for air. I hold onto his arms, feeling the muscles strain with each hard thrust. I cry out a choked moan as the intensity of what I’m feeling can’t be contained inside me.
His hand moves to my mouth, stopping me from making another noise. “Shh, baby. We don’t want one of the lecturers coming to find you being thoroughly fucked where they eat. Your cunt is only for me to devour.” His voice is sinful and depraved, making my stomach clench tighter at the thought of anyone seeing us.
Sucking in air through my nostrils, I can feel my pussy tightening around his cock at being dominated and forced to do this here where anyone could walk in any minute. Arousal pools at the base of my spine as his rough thrusts hit my clit at the right angle every time. His carnal gaze locks me to him and I’m unable to look away from his darkness as I cry out against his palm and come so hard I nearly pass out. Tingles course through my body as I shudder under his weight and try to suck in air through my nose. His face fades in and out as I come down from my high and ride the waves of pleasure.
“My turn.” His eyes glow with intensity when he grabs my leg and throws it over his shoulder. “Do you think you can keep quiet?” He slides out and slams back into me over and over until I can feel my body start to quiver again.
“I’m going to come again,” I moan loudly, uncaring who can hear me at this point. He shoves my leg off his shoulder and leans down, biting and sucking my breasts, nipples and anywhere his teeth can connect with as he plows into me in even and deep thrusts. The sensation is overwhelming. The pain where he’s leaving bitemarks makes my body sing and I’m completely spent and satiated.
“I could fuck your cunt everyday and wouldn’t get enough of it.” He catches my lips with his, devouring me, kissing me roughly as he thrusts his release into me. “Holy fuck, Monroe.” His eyes catch mine and he smirks against my mouth. “You’re fucking more than perfect, baby. I’m under your fucking spell and I think I’m drowning here.” He presses a gentle kiss to me. “Are you okay?”
I can’t stop grinning. “I’m really fucking good.” I wrap my arms around his neck and feel him twitch inside me.
“I don’t want to pull out.” He twitches inside me again making me giggle.
“If you’d have waited until we got back to the house to fuck me, you could have stayed inside me all night.” I raise my eyebrows at him.
“Tomorrow night.” He kisses me again and slides out. Reaching down between us, he thrusts two fingers inside me, playing with his arousal and pushing it back in. “Can’t have you leaking down your leg now can we.” He winks as he shoves his arousal back into me.