Chapter 25
The place is packed full of college students as we pull up to the Hearts Frat house in our Range Rovers. The man directing the cars points us in the direction of the garages where I see the other two frat’s cars parked in a neat line. The matching Range Rovers still makes me want to snicker, it’s so ridiculous. Rome parks the car and him and Sin sit inside with the doors closed for a few minutes and I wonder what they’re discussing.
“Come on, let’s get us some drinks.” Chaser holds his hand out for me, but not before his dark gaze rakes over me and he drinks me in.
“What?” I ask, a little self-conscious.
“You look fucking delicious.” He grabs my hand and yanks me into him, wrapping his arm around my waist. “Rome is one lucky bastard. Thankfully we’ve never had issues sharing our toys,” he whispers into my ear before uncurling his arm from around me and moving me to his side.
My heart skips a beat in reaction to his words. Saskia comes to mind and her constant encouragement to have both these guys, and let’s be honest, the thought is tempting. “I didn’t know you knew.”
Chaser places a finger over my lips to silence me. “Your secret is safe with me.” He leads me inside the mansion decorated with the four card suits. It’s everywhere from the cups and pillows to the desserts and pictures on the walls.
It’s then I realize we’re all color coordinated as well. No wonder Sass made me buy a black dress to match the frat I live at. All our members are wearing black. Including Rome, Chaser and Sin, who are all in tight plain black t-shirts, black jeans and combat boots. Glancing around, I spot people wearing red, purple and blue, representing their own frat’s color.
The music thuds through me, the deep bass vibrating through the house. Students dance in the center of the main living area, where a DJ is set up on a podium. There’s ping pong tables and pool tables to the right and a makeshift bar to the left, which is where Chaser leads me. Glancing back, I check to see if Rome has followed us in, but I can’t see him.
Chaser leans down and his lips brush against my ear, sending goosebumps over my skin. “What do you want to drink?” He straightens back up and throws me a dazzling grin.
“White Russian.”
He orders our drinks and hands the bartender a folded note. I’m not sure if I was meant to see that exchange but it has my attention. Following him outside, I recognise a few of the students from campus and we exchange smiles, their gazes linger on Chaser longer than necessary.
“Where’s Rome?” I ask, sitting on one of the lawn chairs that face the lake.
“He and Sin have some business to attend to for Raphael. They’re upstairs with Nickolas right now.” He sips his whiskey.
“Fuck. Is that safe? Sin and Nickolas aren’t exactly friends.” I glance up at the house behind us.
“Why do you think Rome went with him?” Chaser winks at me.
“And you’re here to look after me.”
“You make it sound like a chore. As if I wouldn’t choose sitting here with you over being up there with those dickheads.”
“What was the note you gave the bartender?” I sip my drink and wait for him to answer me.
“You saw that.”
“I did.”
“It was a little note from Sin for the Marietto clan. A little warning you could say.”
“Why does he cause shit wherever he goes?” I stare out at the darkened lake and wonder if Sass is here yet.
“It’s more complicated than that. It’s family business and Sin doesn’t really get a say when his dad orders us to carry out tasks.”
“So, him upstairs right now has nothing to do with him being a cocky idiot?” I glance at Chaser not believing a word he says.
“No. Not everything Sin does is by choice. You should know this.” Chaser drinks his whiskey and looks at me.
I have been shielded from the mobster aspect of this family, never once was I made to feel like I was unsafe and never was I subjected to any details of their way of life outside the family home. So, learning that Sin’s behavior isn’t solely on him is jarring.
“I’m still not convinced he’s not eating this up.” I shake my head.
“Would I lie to you?”
“Monroe!” Our conversation is disrupted by someone calling my name.
Shifting in my chair, I see Saskia walking toward us with a jug of some sort of alcoholic beverage.
“Hey, baby,” I say as she approaches wearing a stunning azure blue mini dress that shows off her long legs. Her gaze automatically goes to Chaser and then back to me. I pull a chair around for her, so it faces us.
“Thanks. I thought it was you sitting out here by the lake.” She takes a seat and places the jug beside her. “They’re handing these out to everyone. I don’t even know what’s in it.”
Chaser checks his phone and stands up out of his chair. “Sorry, ladies, duty calls.” He leans down and nips at my ear lobe before stealing Saskia’s jug of alcohol and sauntering back into the main house. The feeling of his teeth on my skin makes my whole body come alive.
“Typical,” she scoffs. “Throw back your drink and let’s go get some shots.” She jumps up and holds her hand out for me.
Downing the rest of my drink, I grip her hands and let her haul me out of my chair to make our way back inside. The house is packed and we need to squeeze past dancing bodies to get to the bar.
“This is going to take too long. Let’s go dance.” Saskia drags me into the middle of the dance floor. “I love this song!”
Closing my eyes and letting the beat take over, I dance up against Sass to the deep sounds of Touch Me by Rui Da Silva, the effects of the strobe lights flickering behind my lids. I can feel the bass roll though my body and it’s the most free I’ve felt in a long time.
Arms wrap around my waist and I lean back into whoever is behind me, grinding my ass into them, not caring about anyone or anything. The haunting melody of the music sprinkles goosebumps over my skin and transports me into another world beyond this one. It’s pure magic and I’m feeling every beat in my mind and body when suddenly the person behind me is gone.
Opening my eyes to see the shocked look on Saskia’s face, she grabs me, pulling me away from whatever is going on behind me. I turn around to see Sin with his hand around a guy’s throat, pushing him backward through the crowd. I scan the crowd for Rome or Chaser, but I can’t see them anywhere.
“Fuck.” I turn to Sass, who is preoccupied texting someone on her phone, before I go and chase after Sin.
“Sin!” I shout after him, but the music is too loud for him to hear me. “Fuck.” He’s disappeared somewhere into the labyrinth of this giant fucking house.
I run down a long hallway and turn the corner to find another large lounge area full of people dancing and drinking. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I need to find him before he does something stupid to that poor guy. My heart thuds inside my brain like a pounding meat cleaver and it”s making me feel like I need to vomit.
Turning back down the hallway, I beeline for the end when Sin steps out of a door and stops me in my tracks.
“Where is he?” I try to push past him to get into the room.
“Who?” His hand snakes out, gripping me by the throat.
“Stop playing. Where the fuck did you take him?” I struggle in his tight grip, my hands pull at his fingers wrapped around my throat.
He chuckles, low and depraved like the vile human he is. “He should know not to touch what’s not his.” His voice lowers to a haunting whisper.
“Sin.”
“And who would have thought one dick would make you turn into such a whore.” His hand squeezes and my windpipe protests against his fingers.
“Anyone’s but yours,” I growl at him. His words hit me harder than I should allow.
“Not what it looked like in your bathroom after you saw my cock” He tilts his head to the side, his unhinged grin playing with me. “I have photo proof, baby.”
“Bullshit.” I push at his chest with my palms, but he doesn’t move an inch.
“But don’t worry, I’ll let you pay me to keep me quiet.” He grips my hair and drags me into the room he just came out of. It’s veiled in darkness with only a slither of light shining through the drapes. Slamming the door, he spins me and pushes me hard against the wall.
“Get on your knees.” His eyes darken.
“Never.” I try to pull out of his grip, ignoring the chills that wrack my body.
“I won’t ask again.” He presses into me, pinning me against the wall.
“Don’t do this.”
“Don’t pretend like you don’t want it. I know for a fact if I reach down between your legs, your cunt will be soaking for me.”
He towers over me, his hard cock digs into my lower stomach. “You’re sick.”
“Fight it all you want, but you can’t deny how much you want me inside you. That sick fantasy of being taken advantage of burns deep in your soul. I know you better than you think, Monroe. Let me be your villain. I can be the monster you crave.” His depraved words whisper across my skin and bury themselves inside my mind
His voice echoes through me, his words playing like a nightmare with a horror melody.
“Get on your knees or I’ll show everyone what kind of dirty whore you really are.”
“Don’t do this,” I whisper in defeat. I know I need to get on my knees and do as he says or he’ll leak the photo he has of me.
“You hate that you want this, don’t you? You hate that you ache for me right now, wishing I was buried inside you, giving you what you want. What you crave. Pain and depravity.”
He pushes me to the ground and I allow him to because what fucking choice have I got. I have no idea what he plans with that photo of me but I’m fucking fuming right now. I give in and stare at the bulge that sits a few inches from my face. “Please, Sinisa.” I shake my head and hope my last plea will change his mind.
“The fucking things my name on your lips does to me,” he growls. Gripping my hair at the back of my head in a tight hold, he makes me look up at him.
He unzips his jeans and his huge cock springs free, the diamond piercing on the tip pointing at me.
“Look at you worshiping me on your knees.” He pulls my head forward, so my mouth smashes against his cock.
“Go to hell.” I grit through clenched teeth. I won’t give him the satisfaction of entertaining him with my rage at this point.
“Oh baby, I’m pretty sure you’re about to see me there.” He presses his cock against my lips and holds my head firm with his grip at the nape of my neck. “Part those plump lips for your favorite brother.”
The acidic glare I throw him does nothing to take away the sinister smirk dancing on his face. He’s enjoying this more than he should be. I press my lips together so he can’t enter my mouth and this makes him really fucking mad.
His hand slides to the back of my neck and he squeezes hard, making my lips pop open in pain. He slams his cock into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
“That sound, like music to my ears.” He eases his cock out and plunges back in forcefully.
My hands automatically reach up, gripping his thighs to stabilize myself and to stop me from falling backward into the wall. His strong fingers dig into my skull as he thrusts his cock into my mouth over and over.
He suddenly stops moving and I think it’s finally over and he’s tortured me enough. “Come on, you can do better than that. Show me how much of a slut you are for wanting your brother’s cock in your mouth.” He runs a thumb across my bottom lip, wiping up any of the saliva that has escaped my mouth.
Closing my eyes I begin to suck on his huge dick. I swirl my tongue around the head, wrapping my lips around it and sucking hard. I’m soon lost in the motion of it all, trying to forget who it belongs to, I can’t help but picture him on his bed pleasuring himself. I can feel the throb in my pussy and I squeeze my thighs together to try to stop it because this is fucking all sorts of wrong. I shouldn’t be getting turned on by sucking my brother’s dick. I’m definitely going to hell after this.
“That’s my dirty whore, suck me until I blow my load in your mouth like you dream about every night.” His ruthless thrusts make my jaw ache and my eyes water. I can feel his cock thickening as he fucks my throat, his gaze never leaving me.
Gripping the side of my face in his large hands, he angles my head slightly upward, deep throating me in even, long, controlled strokes until I can feel his release coat the back of my throat.
“Swallow every last drop,” he moans, pressing his dick further into my throat and keeping it there until he releases every last drop. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth.”
He looks down at me and brushes the side of my face with his thumb. “I promise I won’t tell mom and dad what a dirty little whore you are for sucking your brother off.” He slides out of my mouth and wipes his thumb across my lips again.
Slapping at his hand, I jerk away from him, spluttering up some of his release. It dribbles over my chin as I try to breathe in without inhaling anymore of it. “Don’t fucking touch me.” I can feel the tears threaten to spill over my cheeks.
His sadistic grin makes my blood boil. “I think it’s a little too late for that now isn’t it? I’ll touch you when and however I want.” He bends down, gripping my jaw in his strong fingers.
I try to jerk away from him but his vice like grip squeezes me harder making my mouth open. I’m too shocked to move when he leans down and licks up his cum from my chin. My heart pounds in my chest, ready to explode when his warm lips touch mine, the forbidden feelings circling through my body has me almost floating. He spits his cum back into my mouth before moving to stand and smirking down at me.
I swallow his cum mixed with my saliva without even thinking. My brain is still frozen from the soft brush of his lips. I can’t be thinking like this. I can’t be turned on by his brutal touch and those damn soft lips.
I get up off my knees and adjust my dress, checking I don’t have anything on it. “I fucking hate you.” I push past him and head toward the door, anger festering in my veins. This time the anger is at myself for allowing this to happen.
“Love you too, sis,” he calls after me as I slam the door and escape him.
I need to find a bathroom and wash my mouth out of every last drop of him. I can still taste the slightly salty tang coating my tongue and it makes me almost gag thinking about whose cum it is. Are there laws about doing things with your adoptive brother? I don’t even want to think about it at the moment because I know for a fact that Sin will hold those photos over my head to get what he wants and I know next time I won’t get off so lightly.
Scrubbing every inch of my mouth with my toothbrush, I rinse my mouth out with the scalding hot water in the shower, burning my tongue in the process. Saskia found me in one of the bathrooms after the incident with Sin and brought me home straight away. I’d texted Rome and Chaser, finding out Sin had sent them on an errand for his dad.
How convenient.
Once I’ve finished showering, I climb out of the shower, dry myself off and change into my pajamas. Glancing at my door, I check that it’s locked and jiggle the handle to make sure. Switching the light off and climbing into bed, exhaustion has taken over and I yawn loudly when my phone buzzes on my nightstand.
Grabbing it, I turn it on to see it’s a text from Sin.
Sin: [photo attached]
Sweat beads over my body as I stare at the photo of a dead guy. His face is bloodied and bruised. I can’t make out who he is but I have a sinking feeling this guy is the one from the party. Bile threatens to pour out of my throat as I stare at my phone. Heart racing, I can barely breathe as my hand shakes uncontrollably, making the pounding in my head dance to the rhythm of my hand movements.
Sin: I told him not to touch you.
Throwing my phone into the wall and plunging my room into complete darkness, I lay still under my sheets staring up at the ceiling where Sin’s bedroom sits just on the other side.