Chapter 23
Twenty-Three
Brooks
Iwas going to murder whoever had done that to Daphne.
I just needed a name first.
The rest was just logistics.
I dragged her out of the Devil’s Lair, ignoring the other girls’ protests. Adelina yelled something at my back, but unless it was the name of whoever had touched Daphne, I didn’t give a fuck what anyone had to say.
Daphne didn’t try to fight me. She followed me through the corridor, and I helped her up the ladder. Outside, the moon sat buried behind the clouds.
I marched her toward campus, past the stone fountain, and straight to the steps. She took them painfully slow, like each one required a damn toll.
Halfway up, I lost my patience. I tossed her over my shoulder and climbed the steps. Her weight landed across the dark, swollen bruises covering my shoulder. Every step fucking burned, but I didn’t give a fuck.
People watched as I carried her through the vestibule and up the grand staircase. One dumbass stopped dead in the middle of the stairs to stare.
I stared back until he remembered how walking worked.
I didn’t set her down until we were inside her dorm room.
I kicked the door shut behind me hard enough to shake the wood. “Was it Cory?”
“No,” she muttered without looking at me.
She slipped out of her shoes, grabbed a blanket from her bed, and wrapped herself in it until only her head poked out.
I stepped closer. The broken look on her face fucked with my head worse than the painkillers had.
“Who was it then? Give me a damn name, Daphne.”
“It doesn’t matter.” She sat on the edge of her bed.
“It does fucking matter!” My voice thundered through the room. “Someone put his hands on you. That makes him my fucking problem. Give me his name.”
“Which one are you really mad about, huh?” She slumped on the bed and glared at me. “The bruise or the hickey?”
“Both.”
The bruise made me homicidal.
The hickey made me fucking feral.
I crossed the room, sank between her knees, and wrapped my hand around the back of her neck to draw her closer. I turned her until the mark was right in front of me.
Some fucker had put his mouth there.
On her.
I ran my finger over the mark before lowering my mouth to the same spot.
“Brooks,” she murmured with a soft sigh as I sucked on her skin.
By tomorrow, no one would see the guy I’d declared my fourth victim’s mark.
They’d see mine.
Her nails dug into my back when my mouth drifted to her shoulder.
Even angry, bruised, and half-drugged, my body knew hers. I buried my face against her throat and breathed her in.
Her perfume. Her skin.
Whatever fucking spell she’d been poisoning me with for years.
She eased backward, sinking onto the mattress, and I went down with her.
“This is a bad idea,” she whispered as I hovered above her.
“The worst.” I kissed her hard before she could come up with another argument. She opened her mouth, and our tongues danced.
I shoved the blanket away from her, tugged down her tank, and swirled my tongue around one nipple before moving to the other. I dragged my mouth down her stomach, too impatient to take my time, and slipped my fingers under the waistband of her leggings.
She caught my wrists before I could drag them any lower. “Now, that is an even worse idea.”
“This is the best idea we’ve had all night.” I shifted lower, dragging the skintight fabric down. “Hitch your ass up if you want me to play with this pussy.”
She raised her hips without an argument.
Look at that. The princess does know how to follow orders.
“That’s my good girl.”
I pulled the leggings off her and tossed them over my shoulder.
Her pink lace panties stayed on her all but two more seconds before I ripped them down the middle. I spread her wide and shoved three thick fingers inside her pussy with no warning.
Her breathless moans filled the room as she writhed under me.
There we go, princess.
I curled my fingers, searching for the spot that’d make her forget she was supposed to hate me.
Since tonight’s theme was marking her, I lowered my mouth to her inner thigh and sucked hard enough to leave another mark. Then did the same on the opposite side.
Mine. Mine. Fucking mine.
She desperately moaned when I dragged my tongue up her center. I gathered saliva in my mouth before letting it drip into her pussy. If it bothered her, she didn’t voice it.
She only lifted her hips, feeding her pussy more to me.
I looked up her body—and there it fucking was again.
His fucking mark.
I slapped her pussy hard.
She whimpered and rocked closer.
“Yeah, that’s right, baby.”
I went back to tasting her, lapping up her juices with my spit. The blend of us together was fucking delicious.
I added another finger until my knuckles nearly disappeared inside her. Her knees started trembling around my head as a shaky moan left her.
There you are.
I was about to become good fucking friends with that G-spot.
She begged for more as I kept at that spot. Her hips became fucking ruthless, grinding against my face like she planned to suffocate me between her thighs.
There are worse ways to die.
Right before she came all over my face and fingers, I stopped, leaving my fingers buried inside her.
Lifting on her elbows, she glared down at me, breathing hard, but the stubborn shit that she was, she refused to ask why I’d stopped.
“Tell me who did that to you, and I’ll make you come.” I played with her clit.
“Make me come first, and then I’ll tell you.”
I chuckled. “Nice try. I don’t trust you.”
“I don’t trust you either,” she said around a raspy breath.
“You don’t trust the guy with half his hand in your pussy? The one holding your orgasm hostage? If you want me to make you cum, you better spit it out.”
“I did it myself.” She rocked against my fingers, deciding she didn’t need my help to get what she wanted.
I pressed her flat against the mattress to stop that. “You gave yourself a hickey on your neck?”
She nodded. “I used a vacuum cleaner hose.”
“Nice try. I doubt you even know how to work a vacuum.”
“Rude,” she huffed, not bothering to dispute it as she fought against my hold. A devious smirk played at her lips. “You really don’t want to get me off right now?”
“Never said I didn’t want to make you come. I want information first.” I slowly dragged my fingers in and out of her a few times to tease her.
She went quiet, thinking.
I waited for her next bullshit excuse.
She gave me an innocent look. “What if I upped the ante?”
“How so?”
“What if I rode your cock?”
That caught me so off guard I nearly jerked my fingers out of her.
Hell, I also nearly unloaded every sperm buddy in my balls.
Well played, princess.
Information suddenly seemed overrated.
I’d figure out what else I wanted to know after I came inside her hard.
I eased my fingers out of her and hurriedly undid my pants, shoving them down just enough to free my cock. It fucking ached with how bad I wanted her.
I stroked it once, twice, then three times before glancing over at Daphne. Her attention was locked on my cock.
“Be a girl of your word then. Ride my cock,” I told her.
She gulped once. Twice. Three times.
Nearly in time with my strokes.
Time fucking crawled as she rose onto her knees and moved toward me. Her bare pussy dragged across the blanket.
So goddamn hot.
I shifted, resting my back against the window, and lowered my pants to make sure she could take every inch of my cock.
Our breathing turned fast and uneven, somehow falling into the same rhythm. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she slowly moved closer. Neither of us backed down.
She gripped my shoulders and climbed onto my lap, easing down on me. I hissed the second the tip of my cock met her wetness and yanked the tank she’d worn under the sweater over her head before stripping off my own shirt.
I ignored the sharp ache from my cuts and bruises.
Ignored the fact that I should’ve put on a condom.
Ignored the Son rule that we weren’t supposed to fuck until she officially became my Fawn.
All I cared about was right now.
“Shit,” I groaned when I was fully buried inside her. I slammed her down on me before setting the rough, punishing pace I wanted. “Like that. Ride me hard if you don’t want me to force the answer out of you.”
She turned her face into my shoulder and wrapped her arms around my neck. She rode me hard and fast as our sharp moans filled the room.
I grunted each time her hips slammed into mine, nearly shaking the entire bed.
Fuck. She was hot like this. Wild. Messy. Not holding a damn thing back.
Her ponytail fell out, messy strands sticking to her flushed cheeks.
I smacked her ass.
“Yeah, that’s my girl.” I raised my face to suck on her neck. “Fuck my dick until you’re coming all over it.”
“God, I hate you,” she moaned, riding me faster.
Her pussy soaked my thigh as she ground against me. Between watching her ride me and listening to every filthy little sound she made, I didn’t stand a fucking chance.
This woman isn’t only making me lose my sanity.
She’s making me lose my goddamn stamina.
I went to work, making sure I wasn’t the jackass who came before her. I sucked on her nipple and reached between us, rubbing her clit in fast, rough circles. Her needy moans swallowed every other sound in the room, but I didn’t care if anyone else heard us.
I fucked up into her so hard we knocked our foreheads together. “Come on my cock, Daphne. You have five fucking seconds to come all over my cock before I throw you off.”
That did it. She buried her face against my shoulder and bit down. I loved how it stung. Good. Mark me too, baby.
I caught the back of her neck and pulled her in for a hard kiss as I felt myself at the edge. My body shook as I lost every ounce of control and thrust my hips up to meet hers. Our tongues tangled as her movements slowed.
We came with each other’s names in our mouths. Her shaking body stayed pressed against mine, her nails scraping down my back. I dragged her tighter against me as I filled her with my cum.
For a few seconds, neither of us moved. I should’ve let her go, but I did the opposite. I held her even tighter.
Fuck.
Cedric might’ve been right.
That pissed me off.