Here Lies a Saint: A Dark Bully Academy Romance Page 6

  Her eyes widen, remembering that too.

  "Oath," she whispers, her plump lips pouty and perfect.

  I take the blade to her other breast. Mirroring the original cut that's barely noticeable, nicking her flesh, I watch in amazement as the crimson lust seeps from her. Without preamble, I trace it with my tongue. Instead of allowing her to return the favor, I take her mouth and moan too.

  Pulling away, I notice the way some of her own blood stuck on her dry lips.

  "Oath," I return, licking her blood off the blade as she watches in rapt fascination. Pressing the mechanism on my blade, I close it and shove it into my slacks.

  Pushing her back onto the bed, the twins stare at me with annoyance, but for once, she doesn't look anywhere but at me.

  "You're a sick fuck, Lennox," Prudence bites out.

  Wrong move, fuckface.

  His words make Colt flinch. He notices then closes his eyes with realization.

  "Legs up, Colt."

  She starts to, stops, and then looks back toward them again.

  "Don't look at them. They're not here. Right now, you're my little slut. They're just voyeurs to our show."

  She nods, her fear palpable.

  "Safe word," I demand, not questioning at all.

  "Green," she breathes, and the boys flinch. Rossy’s pet name for her being the one she chose as her safe word isn't lost on me, and I smirk.

  Her legs rise, her thighs parting, showing me her dripping cunt. And fuck, it's pink, wet, and swollen, all used and abused.

  "Been slutty, Corpse?"

  She whimpers and nods.

  Bringing my hand between her legs, I smack her cunt, making sure to hit her swollen clit and piercing. Yelping, she cants off the bed.

  "Such a naughty girl, letting Justice cum inside your pretty cunt."

  "I-I'm sorry," she cries out, stuttering with tears forming in her eyes.

  Shaking my head with a sigh, I offer only disapproval. Wetness covers my finger as I slide it over her leaking hole. Raising it to her peripheral vision, I slide my fingers together, showing the sticky substance.

  "Looks like you're not sorry," I reprimand. With an adjustment, I'm leaning above her. I smear their shared slickness across her closed lips. "You wanted to be a slut, didn't you?"

  Heat is all she offers, her defiant and bratty side coming to the forefront. I spread her legs wider, pressing them, exposing her sloppy pussy. Leaning back to a crouch, I stare at her, spread her lips apart, and trace every swollen inch. She whimpers loudly, her neediness making it hard to hold out.

  "I'm going to have to fix this, Colton. Defile you. Mark you. Fuck their cum out of you."

  She gasps, and when I look up, she's blushing every shade of red. Her shame is so goddamn delicious.

  Usually, I would make her undress me, but I need to make this quick. My balls already throb, and my cock is fucking steel. Taking out my dick, I lean down and ram into her in one go.

  She bows off the bed with a loud moan. Fuck, even with them being inside her, she's tight as fuck. Her walls clench me with every thrust.

  I make sure to look at the twins as I fuck into her, pistoning my hips so they hear our skin slap. Justice looks at where our bodies connect with desire, but Prudence looks ready to bash my skull in. Glad one of them is hurting from this.

  "See this, Colt? My cock owns you just as much as theirs. Don't you feel it?"

  Her face is still flushed, sweat lining her hair, her breaths heavy with exertion.

  "Yes," she agrees and squeezes me.

  "Good little slut," I praise.

  She smiles sloppily. She pushes into me as I take her. My orgasm is close. Whenever I'm with her, I can't hold out. It's something I've got to learn to curb. She needs to be properly punished, with tears streaming her face until the very end.

  I want her to fucking beg.

  My cock twitches, and my balls tingle as my orgasm takes me by force. I pull out of her after I'm sure a string of cum is inside her. Then, I continue fucking my fist, coming all over her cunt and stomach. When I'm finally done, I smear it all over her, tracing it up to her breasts, her throat, and her lips. She's fucking covered with my seed, painted with lust, and fucked with hatred.

  I slide my still hard dick inside her a couple more times as I hold her throat, just so she knows I'm using her in front of them and they'll never do a goddamn thing.

  This moment is mine. She is mine.

  When I pull out finally, I'm spent. She's not, though. Her agitation is apparent, but I won't punish her that way, not this time. Falling to my knees—something I'll only ever do for her—I spread her again.

  "Such a pretty pussy, pink and swollen, wet with my seed."

  "Please," she whimpers and almost sounds on the verge of crying. Good. Let her beg.

  "What was that, Corpse? Not sure if I heard you."

  "Please, Lux," she begs, trying to squeeze her thighs together.

  I spread them again, smacking her sensitive skin, receiving a little cry. "Remember what I said, Colton. Our secrets are ours. When you scream and one of those fucks above you need to silence you, they're still ours."

  She nods frantically, and I do what I do best. I slide my wet fingers up her slit, spreading her wide, and devour her until she screams.

  When she’s done and my mouth tastes like a shared buffet, I make her come again and again. By the time she's crying from overstimulation, only then do I tower over her and force all of our shared releases in her mouth.

  Like the greedy slut she is, she takes it and doesn't stop until I force her to.

  Maybe jealousy isn't as useless as I thought.

  Chapter Seven

  Colt

  As soon as Lux leaves, all the air escapes me.

  Why didn't they stop him?

  Did they want him to touch me? Shame me? Fuck me? The questions barrage themselves in my head, and the overwhelming need to scream at what I've allowed to happen clogs my throat. They let him touch me... in front of them, no less.

  What the fuck.

  The looks they shared... It's obvious they know each other, which means them meeting me in Tennessee, our immediate connection, and easy-going relationship was a lie.

  Is a lie.

  Several things go through my head now:

  One, I'd need to keep the facade, keep them interested. Somehow, they're tied in.

  Two, all the guys, each one of the seven, are going to fucking kneel for me once this entire thing is finished.

  Three, they let Lux have me. They're not trustworthy. They didn't even ask me if it's what I wanted. Yes, I have a safe word. Yes, I felt safe, but this entire fuck-fest wasn't expected.

  Four, find the files Yang hid.

  Five, find out what Mel is hiding. If the twins know the Arcadia kids, she must too.

  Six, trust no one.

  First thing's first, dig in, dive deep, and fuck them up from the inside out.

  They'll all regret lying to me.

  Hurting Cass.

  Ruining my life.

  My heart is mine. The emotional softness still stands. They think I'm naive and easy. There’s something they've already forgotten. I’ve always held the cards.

  Deep breaths.

  One.

  Two.

  Inhale.

  Exhale.

  I really need to shower off the depravity, but it can wait. What bothers me most is that the guys haven't said anything. Do they really not give a fuck?

  Adjusting myself, I make sure I'm staring at them both. Justice seems relaxed but a little bothered. Pru, on the other hand, looks like he's ready to destroy the entire universe. He's the first to move. His hand snakes out and grabs the back of my neck. I'm forced to accommodate so he's not overly craning my neck.

  His lips touch mine. It's immensely gentle, to the point I'm wondering if the feeling of his lips against mine are a figment of my imagination.

  "I'm sorry," he mutters dejectedly. The remorse in his voice is
clear and unwavering. "So fucking sorry."

  It throws me off. Why is he apologetic when he didn't fucking say a thing?

  "Why?" My one word holds so much force that I'm shaken by its impact.

  Pru shudders a bit, his face placating. When he doesn't move to answer me, I peer at Just. He's unreadable. It's unlike him. He's always so protective and possessive. The past twenty-four hours make zero sense to me.

  "We have rules, sweetheart," he barely explains with a sigh.

  I can't tell if the sigh is simply him being annoyed with the question or it's really that bad of rules.

  "And? That's not an answer, Justice. It's a copout."

  His intense ruddy eyes meet mine. They're filled with the normal aggressive emotions he carts around for me. Proprietorial. Watchful. Urgency.

  "Yeah, Justice. Fucking tell her. Explain to her how we let someone we hate fuck her right in front of us," Pru practically yells.

  It's a side of him I've never witnessed, but it's there, the anger, the betrayal, the defeat. Rage and resentment bubble to the forefront of Pru’s face. His gaze collides with mine as I rotate toward him. He's bitter, obvious in the way his nostrils are flaring and how his brows scrunch. His grimace burns his face like a day spent in the sun without sunblock.

  "Shut the fuck up, Prudence," he hisses.

  I'm taken aback at the venom in his tone. Animosity isn't a trait I've witnessed firsthand from them. Seeing the twins, who are always in sync, off-balanced is upsetting to say the least.

  "No," Pru argues, adjusting to where he's leaning toward his brother. "You let that fuck touch what's mine."

  His loathing tone has me shivering, but I can't help but to watch as they spiral.

  "Ours," Just corrects.

  Pru won't have it. He stands, grabbing his boxers and jeans and pulling them up swiftly.

  "No, brother. You lost that right when you decided for the both of us," Pru bites out. He grabs his shirt and leaves.

  I'm still naked, practically sprawled out. It only takes thirty or so seconds for Just to break the awkward stale silence.

  "He's temperamental."

  It's a lame excuse. Even I can tell fighting with his brother bothers him. I used to be that way with Cass. When we'd be at odds, my heart would deflate, like a part of me was missing.

  "I'm sorry for what I said earlier, Col." His icy eyes glint with remorse. We're never at odds, but he doesn't approve of me with any of the guys. He caught Lux and I making out and lost his shit. He called me an attention seeker, and I called him a controlling asshat.

  Fighting between us happens very little, but something about Student Gov always has him in knots. Since I've joined, I've seen him less and less, and we room together.

  "I'm sorry, too," I apologize, pulling him into a hug. When his arms wrap around my waist, my head falls to his shoulder. Hugging isn't my favorite, but my brother knows how to hug. He makes me feel safer than ever before.

  My eyes burn with the need to leak. Sadness overwhelms me down to the marrow in my bones, reminding me that they may still have each other and should fix things, but no matter how much I spend my life regretting mine and Cassidy's last words to each other, I'll never be able to fix it.

  “You need to go talk to him.” My words are a broken plea, laced with the heartbreak seeping through my bones. He gives me a really look, and I nod. "Don't allow your differences to separate you. If last night's any sort of omen, we're only here for as long as others allow. Fix this."

  It's more of a demand. I may not trust them with my heart, my body, or anything else remotely at risk, but I would never try to separate them. They're brothers. Twins. They need each other.

  "I will when he cools off," he agrees, but I see the defiance in his eyes. He's none too happy to oblige.

  I sit up and go to gather my clothes. As I dress, he smiles widely. Whether he's entertained or just in need of a distraction, I don't push. After I'm fully dressed, I go in search of my caddy. He follows suit moments later.

  "We know Lennox from rugby," he explains suddenly in my front room.

  My eyebrows raise, not realizing these two were athletes in that respect.

  "What, babe?" he mocks with a withering stare. "Am I not meaty and muscular like Lennox?"

  I laugh out loud, my face feeling weird to have this much happiness on it after my shitty day.

  "You're definitely... muscular," I tease, tracing my eyes up and down his still naked body. He's goddamn breathtaking, but that's another story.

  "Let me get dressed, and I'll walk you to the showers."

  Good, at least he cares enough to walk me there and not make me go alone. His moods are new to me. Since I don't really know enough about the twins, I'm taking it step-by-step.

  "I didn't realize Arcadia went that far east," I lie to him as soon as he walks back to me in his jeans and polo. Our rugby team travels worldwide, but seeing Just trip up is my goal and why I'm willing to play dumb.

  Cassidy was the fly-half, the heartbeat of the game. He carried his weight and more. His dedication kept me in awe. If Cass was anything, he was an inspiration to me and all around him. For as long as I can remember, he's always been my hero.

  But sometimes, the hero dies, leaving the princess to wield her own sword, slaying her own beasts and conquering with a crown, no matter how tilted.

  "Oh, yeah," he says sheepishly. "We'd see each other across the world, unsurprisingly. While Arcadia has always been at the top, Tremington has always been right beside them."

  Shit. Maybe he did play. My mind travels to Valridge and while I want to question it further, he gives off no bad vibes.

  With my caddy in hand, we leave, and I grab my badge for the communal showers. The short distance it takes to get there, we don't talk, but as soon as we're in the shower room, I turn to him.

  "Why do you hate each other?" I ask honestly, wanting the answer.

  He narrows his eyes and his jaw ticks. "Our fathers," he states it as if it's self-explanatory. When I offer him only a questioning stare, he elaborates. "But for as why we didn't argue or fight him is simply based on owing him."

  A self-deprecating laugh leaves me, making my chest ache. I'm like a fucking bet. Toss a coin. It'll define your life.

  "Don't look at me like that." He cringes at his own words.

  After setting down my shower supplies, I get inside one of the shower stalls and start undressing as Just watches me.

  "A year ago, we were at a game in Las Vegas, and we fucked the girl he brought with him," he continues.

  Vegas.

  I gasp, thinking of that game. Lux brought me to that game against the Valridge Trojans.

  "She was this hot-as-fuck blonde." Then he gives me an apologetic look and drags a palm down his face. "Her hair was nearly silver. She wore these tight, pleated skirts and—"

  I interrupt him, fully naked and annoyed. If I didn't know he was speaking of me, I would be infuriated, so I play the part. "Could you not talk about someone else like that?" I cringe for good measure. "It makes me feel insecure."

  And it would if I believed a single fucking second of this.

  "I'm sorry, sweetheart." He sounds sincere enough. Then he's leaning forward, kissing my forehead. "Me and Pru shared her in Lennox's hotel room, and he walked in on us, so we owed him." His words tumble over quicker now, almost like he needed to get it off his chest.

  None of this adds up.

  For one, I was the blonde girl he explained.

  Two, Lux and I stayed at a timeshare. We didn't sleep together intimately, but we did do other things. And I was still a virgin, so no, I didn’t fuck the twins.

  Three, Lux spent only the game time away from me. He didn't even go to the celebratory party after. He stayed with me, making me feel special and adored.

  "Wow," I whisper, wanting to call him out for lying. But if this has fueled anything, it's knowing he's a fantastic liar, and somehow, Lux is in on it.

  Obviously, not enough, since J
ust lied straight to my face about something Lux was well aware of.

  "Can we shower together and forget about any of that? Move forward somehow?" he asks.

  I nod, but deep inside, the darkest part of me, simply fueled on hatred and disregard of all seven guys in my life, sharpens its claws, preparing for the uprising of a lifetime.

  They will pay.

  I will find out their secrets.

  Cass will not have died in vain.

  Chapter Eight

  Justice

  The world is at our fingertips. That's what they taught me in school. Yes, I went to an elite elementary, junior, and high school, but it's the same everywhere.

  If you set your mind to it, the world is yours.

  They didn't warn you that if you're a mobster's son, your choices were never yours. No matter how far you reached, it would never give you what you wanted most.

  My death was written in the books before I'd taken my first breath. It was annotated like an award, stamped on a page, there for the taking.

  All as a result of a last name I didn't choose.

  When Colt asked me earlier where I met Lux, I knew to lie. Not for my protection but for a game plan. You see, I'm a plotter. My life was set in stone, but the lives of my chess pieces—Lennox DeLeon, included—are movable, malleable to my needs and desires.

  Lying to Colt was a ploy.

  She wanted closure. I needed honesty.

  She failed.

  So fucking hard.

  Not that I blame her. It's not as if I gave her a bunch ammunition to battle the war beside me but rather gave her more than enough gun powder to turn the gun on me.

  We remember that game differently.

  She was with Lennox, her hair braided to one side, the little strands straying with the humidity, barely sticking upward away from her woven strands. Hips, wide and grippable, hugged the pleated skirt with fervor. It's like her skin and the material had a pack of who could be more irresistible.

  No one lost but onlookers.

  She was innocent back then, her bright pale eyes filled with hope and light, less stressed, happy. It looked beautiful on her.

  Small and meager, her smile was offered to anyone who gazed upon her, and I wanted to capture that in a bottle, stuff it deep inside my chest where my ribs would keep it prisoner.