Chapter 16
Ibury my face in the pillow as my mind starts to go numb.
Just the way I like it. The haze overtakes my psyche.
I popped a few Xannies earlier, and I’m feelin’ it.
My thoughts of her float around my subconscious, drowning out my inner demons.
It’s true she doesn’t know my past, otherwise she’d run.
Run as far as her long legs can carry her instead of running into the arms of a depraved villain.
An ear-piercing scream distracts my high.
It takes me a minute to process it. It isn’t your typical fuckin’ scream.
Kieran better not be making his bitch bleed on the carpet again.
It’s a fuckin’ bitch to get out and people ask questions.
I attempt to propel off the bed and land on all fours instead, crashing into the chaotic mess on the floor.
Gotta get it together, Zain.
I clutch the edge of my stained dresser and push to my feet.
The room spins around me, and it takes me a few seconds to get myself grounded. I barrel through the door and stagger into the hallway, catching myself on the nicotine-stained walls. Another scream echoes through one of the closed doors.
I kick open the door across from me, Kieran’s door. It slams against the wall, reverberating with a bang. He’s balls deep in a chubby tanned bitch, hunched over and pounding into her while her tits bounce with each thrust.
He looks up at me without slowing down his tempo. “You wanna turn?” He licks his lips and pants like a fuckin’ dog, laughing manically.
I growl. He knows I don’t. Not into that shit. Dude gets himself into dicey situations with these bitches. They always catch feelings. “Where’s Vesper and her friend?” I scrub my hands over my face. Falling asleep wasn’t in the cards; I’d let my anger boil over and fell asleep from the drugs.
He pushes off the bitch and tucks his cock into his jeans as she lies there, catching her breath. He drugged this one too. She makes no move to cover up her battered, bloodstained body. He did a number on her. He likes it rough. It’s a wonder his exploits haven’t made it back to his father.
He grips her arm, ripping her up from his bed. He gathers her clothes up off the messy floor before thrusting them at her. “Out. Now.” He tilts his head, motioning towards the door, then wipes sweat from his brow.
He threads his fingers through his perspiration-sheened hair and turns his attention back to me. “No idea. Clara left a while ago after I fucked her.” He shrugs as if he could care less, but I know differently. That bitch is his newest obsession. Poor thing doesn’t know what she’s getting into.
Another whimpered scream fills the hall. Something doesn’t sit right with me.
I should have stalked her from the shadows, making sure my songbird got home all right. Can’t have anything happening to her that isn’t at my hands. Instead, my anger won. Not surprised—it always does.
The bitch must not move fast enough for Kieran, because he raises his voice. “I said get the fuck out!”
She staggers naked in her drug-induced haze, bracing herself against the wall before shouldering past me. “You’re a dick,” she slurs before rounding the corner, looking between us. “Both of you. Fucking psychos.”
“Eat your heart out, baby.” Kieran laughs darkly, placing his hand over his heart. My eyes lock with Kieran’s, my expression serious. “I heard her.”
He slips his shirt back over his head and raises a brow at me. “Who?” Kieran is such a useless idiot sometimes. “Vesper,” I say, annoyed.
He adjusts his belt. “I didn’t hear shit over this bitch coming on my cock. I know Jax is in the next room with a few bitches. Doubt she’s in there though. Seems too prude.” He smirks.
The fucker is pressing my buttons. I hate that shit, and he knows it.
I close my eyes for a brief moment, trying to get a level head before I stalk to the spare bedroom.
Don’t know what I’ll do if I find her in there getting railed.
I know her. More than she knows herself.
She wouldn’t be willing to let any man between her thighs.
I fist the handle, jiggling it, trying to yank it open. It’s locked. Whimpers and cries echo from the other side.
Kieran appears next to me and bangs on the door. “Open the fuck up!” he bellows.
Fuck that.
I kick at the door once, twice, until it splinters open on the third strike.
What I fuckin’ see has my vision turning red.
My little songbird is lying on the bed, trembling, with her top rucked up over her creamy lace bra.
She’s cuffed to the bedpost. Those ripped jeans of hers are unbuttoned, exposing a olive pair of panties ready to be wrenched from her bony hips.
Her green eyes look soulless and lost, misted with tears.
Her gaze connects with mine, and she looks at me like I’m her savior.
Jax hovers over her with his sweats dipped down to his thighs, cock in hand.
Bite marks mar her stomach. I know for a fuckin’ fact she’s a virgin, and I will be the one to take it.
Gotta be the one to break her; own her. The fact that this fucker thought he could take what’s mine and fuck up my plans makes me go postal.
“Fuck off, Zain, you insane fucker. Finders keepers. Though maybe when I’m finished you can fuck her,” Jax hisses.
The douche thinks just because he’s an Elite he can fuck whoever he wants.
They all do. They think they’re fuckin’ impenetrable gods.
As true as that shit is, he can’t have her.
I let out a measured chuckle and push through the doorway. Kieran stands in the hallway watching my next move. Probably best. Jax’s got a death wish, and I have no problem delivering. No one talks to me that way.
My best friend sniggers from the hallway and laces his thumbs through his belt loops. “Bad choice of words, my man,” Kieran tsks.
Then I’m pitching forward, driving Jax’s ass into the dresser next to the bed.
Empty beer cans topple over, scattering to the floor.
I string him up by his collar before connecting my fist to his jaw.
My knuckles crack against bone and blood pours from his mouth, a murderous insidious rage.
“The fuck did you just say to me?” My anger boils over.
My high gone. The monster is out now, and he’s ready for blood. The background fades to nothing.
It’s not my MO to give a fuck who people decide to wet their dick with, but she’s my
conquest. If it wasn’t clear before, it is now.
The guy sputters over his words, bloody drool coating his lips. “Insane fucking Zain,” he says slowly. “You’re living up to your name,” he mocks with a twisted laugh.
Crack. My fist connects to his jaw again.
I’m not offended. I earned that name. I am who I am.
I’m a malevolent motherfucker with a sick taste for violence.
Digging into my hoodie, I retrieve my switchblade, then click it open.
I run it along his shadowy jawline, letting his blood pool on the tip.
I watch him quake like the scared, useless fuck he is.
“Guess you’re the unlucky fuck on the receiving end.
” I tilt my head and lick the blood off the blade.
The coppery tang doesn’t do it for me, not from him at least. His is tainted, sour.
“Wanna find out how deep my crazy goes?” I offer, continuing our little game. He has no idea how insane I can be.
Vesper’s helpless whimpers from the bed reach my ears, reeling me back to reality.
I twist my neck around to get eyes on her.
Struggling to free herself from the handcuffs, she writhes and pulls, her chest heaving like a wild animal.
The cuffs dig into her milky skin, and my cock stirs at her marked wrists.
I crane my neck back around to Jax. He swallows thickly. His Adam’s apple bobs. “I’ll find a different fuck. Keep her. She cries too much,” he sputters, spitting blood onto the carpet, hoping like hell to backpedal out of this.
Not happening.
Her sobs cut through the silence.
Fuck, I love when they cry. Any sensible man wouldn’t get off on the cries of his woman, guess it’s a good thing I’m not sane.
Though, I never pegged Jax as the rape type; that isn’t sane either.
I scoff silently to myself—so Jax would rape her without a second thought but loses his hard-on from tears. Guess we’re both fucked.
I run the blade over his neck, cutting just above the jugular. Enough where he will feel it but won’t die. It’s a damn shame. If she wasn’t here, I’d end him without a thought.
She’s not ready for that level of crazy yet, but she will be in time.
He whimpers and sucks in heavy breaths through his teeth.
I inch closer, cocking my head and whispering in his ear.
“Fuck off. If I see you even so much as looking at Vesper, I will drain you slowly and watch your face pale as your blood pools at my feet,” I say darkly but low enough that only he hears.
He nods quickly.
I thrust his sorry ass at Kieran, who drags him from the room. Don’t give a fuck what he does with him.
I crouch down next to the bed. She’s in such a compromising position, it stirs something within me, buried deep under all the fucked-up depravity and darkness. But I refuse to let it surface. The urge to bury my cock inside her and take that virgin pussy while she screams my name crosses my mind.
Stick to the plan, Zain.
This is a strategic game. Like chess. Patience is required; necessary.
“Now, songbird, how did you find yourself caged with a predator like that?” I say thickly, cocking my head and licking my lips.
She tugs harder at her restraints. I should free her, but instead I find myself fixated on her movements—the way her breasts poke against the white lace fabric of her bra.
My eyes skim over her bitten flesh and I scowl.
Her skin should be marked by me. I run my calloused hands over the red, angry marks leading down her stomach.
Her eyes snap to mine. She’s assessing if I’m dangerous.
If I’m here to save her or ruin her. Of course it’s both. She just doesn’t know it yet.
Her chest undulates in fear, her body racked with nerves.
“Zain?” Her green eyes plead with me, cherry lips trembling.
Her innocence is refreshing, welcome even.
I could linger and drown in the intoxication of her fear, but I think better of it.
Need to keep the crazy at bay to make her trust me.
It’s the key to breaking her. Like a wounded animal, she flinches as my hand brushes over her nipple to her cuffed wrist. My cock jumps at the sensation, I relish in it.
I lean in so my lips brush the shell of her ear. “Not today, songbird. When you want it, you’ll beg me for it,” I pull away and her eyes go wide like a deer in headlights. The tears seize.
So pure and fuckin’ godly. Corrupting her gets me off more than any fuck I’ve ever had. It’s such a cathartic release.
I unclasp her cuffs, and her arms sag over the pillow.
A sigh of relief washes over her when I get to my feet.
She really is such a little thing. When I fuck her I’ll be surprised if my cock doesn’t break her in two.
She gets to her knees and tugs her shirt down, covering her glorious pink nipples from my view.
At least I can fist my cock to her when I watch her changing in her room.
I have a feeling when she gets back to her dorm she’ll scrub every last inch of her skin to cleanse his touch from her body, and when she does, I’ll be there, watching with my cock in my palm.
I’ve explored the layout of her floor’s showers.
I can easily lurk in the shadows undetected if I choose. Easy as hell.
She gets to her feet, crusted tears and matted hair clinging to her cheek. She looks sinful as fuck. I just know she’s been sent to tempt me by the devil himself.
“Let’s get you home,” I rasp, fighting the urge to fuck here and now.