And the bed.
It’s black.
Lux stops in front of the bed, turning to me. His piercing hazel eyes drip with malice. Not geared toward me, no, but it permeates the air as if he’s giving off the aura.
“Why the fuck are we here, Walker?” Lux demands.
The way Lux’s shoulders are bunched, preparing for a fight without a contender, has me trying to wiggle out of Jordan’s grasp, but he tightens his fingers. Cool air wisps around me, chilling me. I’m no longer turned on.
“Just the first room I came to,” he explains, indifferent.
I can’t read Jordan. He’s good at hiding his tells, and in this moment, where his voice doesn’t waver, I’m unsure where his head’s at.
“I’m not doing this. Not here,” Lux argues.
This confuses me. None of these guys seemed to care about Cass. Why would he? If this is even his room...
“Too bad, I’m not looking for a new room. Get on the bed, Lennox,” Jordan commands.
Lux freezes, his body stiff, but something must exchange between the two of them because Lux sits at the edge of the bed. Jordan guides me toward him, his hands still cupping my shoulders.
By the time I’m between Lux’s knees, I’m consumed with heat once more. Fear swims through me, but the need to see where this goes is more present.
Jordan’s fingers trail to my hair, taking it all from one side to the other. His lips connect with the sensitive flesh on my collar bone.
“Look at me,” Lux demands. My eyes immediately latch onto his. “I’ve missed those glaciers, Colt.”
My heart clenches at the words. I’ve missed them too, just not from my own face.
“Undress her, Lennox.”
Jordan’s words have Lux scowling and me humming with energy. Lux doesn’t seem to be submissive. It shows with his scowl and hatred, how it seeps from his every breath.
When I go to assist him because he’s angry, Jordan stops my pursuit. “No.”
“Let me,” I growl, knowing what Lux needs. Jordan may think he knows, but he doesn’t.
He lets me go, and I push Lux on the bed, straddling him. His eyes darken. Leaning to his ear, I take a bite, my teeth grazing him harshly. He growls into the crook of my neck.
“Take.”
It’s one word, but it’s enough for Lux to push through. He grips my throat, forcing us both in a sitting position. He needs control. Having it taken from him isn’t a turn on. We’ve only fucked around on a few occasions, but during those times, he was the dominant one.
Submitting is natural for me, hot even. Wanting him to devour me wholly is something we’re both used to. Jordan may not know this about Lux, but he’ll understand soon.
“Stand,” Lux hisses. When I pout, his grip on my neck tightens. “Always so fucking bratty.” His bites my lip, his teeth tracking my piercings, forcing us both to stand. He lets me go, turning me around. “Take off your skirt, Colton.”
When I go for the corseted strings, he grips my wrist. I angle my head toward him, wanting to know why he stopped me. “Safe word.”
“Green,” I answer automatically.
We never had these before. We never needed them, but with the deviousness in his expression and the aggression in his moves, it’s necessary this time around.
“Good girl.”
The praise has me warming from the inside out, my pussy damp with need.
“Now, undress.”
I grip the pleather material, untying the bow, all while loosening the band of my skirt. Once I unbuckle the clips, it falls to my booted feet.
Jordan lets out a low whistle while Lux breathes heavily behind me. It’s his way of showing control. No attention. Making me feel discomfort. For some reason, it makes me hotter, more desperate for this.
Going to the hem of my see-through blouse, I remove it, receiving a “fuck” from Jordan. All that’s left of my clothing is my boots, barely-there thong, and taped tits, so I turn to Lux, waiting for direction.
“Remove the lace, Colton. Then be a good little slut and bend over.” My face heats at his instructions, and a little evil smirk tilts on his face. “Grip your ankles for me, and after Jordan and I have inspected that pink pussy of yours, you’ll wait for further direction.”
Swallowing the nervousness down with my pride, I slip off my panties and step out of them. With shame tickling my bare skin, I bend in half, holding onto my boot-clad ankles. The cool air hits my core, a mixture of shame and chills cover my skin.
Arousal coats my folds, I can feel it sliding against my skin as they stand behind me. “Such a messy slut,” Lux muses aloud. “Dripping from your cunt like a leaking faucet.”
I shake from the desire filling my system. There’s something so erotic about being called a slut. It makes me want to tease and get my ass spanked for it.
So, I do.
Wiggling my hips, I hope for punishment. It doesn’t take long to come. Thwack! A palm connects with my skin, and I cry out at the pain tingling my raised flesh.
“You’re being bratty, Colton. We don’t have time for bratty.”
“He’s right. We’ve been gone for too long already,” Jordan concurs.
I feel someone at my back, and somehow, I just know it’s Lux. His palm rubs against my stinging cheek before he grabs it. “You’re making a mess, Corpse. You’re going to drip on the floor.”
Loud groans slip free from me as his fingers dance along my spine. The sensation of them trailing down the crack of my ass has me shifting, trying to gather friction.
Another slap. “You come when I allow it, not any time sooner.”
I let out a huff and earn another spank to my other cheek. Unable to help myself, I yelp.
“Look at her mess, Walker.”
Footsteps sound out, and then a finger glides down my slit.
“Fucking filthy,” Jordan agrees, and I whimper.
“Have a taste,” Lux offers me up, like an animal on display for the taking.
My heart beats rapidly at the noise of Jordan’s knees audibly hitting the ground. When a wet tongue laves at my entrance, my body jumps on its own accord. Someone palms my pussy and slaps it. My clit throbs with the ache of needing to come mixed with the desire from the pain and punishment.
“If you get greedy again, Colt, I’m not going to let you come.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss.
When this slap hits my pussy, I’m expecting it. Biting my lips to prevent a scream, I can barely hold my tears at bay.
“Safe word, Colt.”
“Green,” I whimper, tears finally breaking free.
“That means go,” Jordan muses, chuckling behind me.
“Use it,” Lux orders.
“No,” I hiss, not wanting to. I need this, the control being taken, the pain, the shame of doing something that I never imagined myself wanting to do.
“How did that taste, Walker?”
“Not sure. Might need another lick.”
Lux must have offered because not even a breath later, Jordan’s tongue flicks out against my heat. It takes every ounce of control for me to not push back into him. When the pressure is gone, the sound of him smacking his lips has my skin heating more.
“Sweet as sin,” he admits.
“Stand up, Corpse.”
I shake from head to toe but seem to be able to stand okay. Jordan turns me to him and takes my mouth, kissing me. Whether this is planned or not, I allow him to lead. His grip on my face tightens, and he moves it to the side and takes my throat.
When he lowers, I see Lux leaning against the dresser nearest us. He’s calculative, his gaze unwavering. While Jordan thought he won some bet, it never would have worked. Looking at a confident Lux, his darkened hazel eyes and the tick in his jaw, leaning with power while he watches is proof enough.
He may seem uncaring, but the stiff erection pressing against his suit lets me know he wants more. He just wants to control the outcome.
Jordan’s mouth connecting
with my clit has me groaning loudly.
Lux smirks. “Since we don’t have time to tamper your slutty nature, seems we’ll need to fuck it out of you.”
He saunters toward us while Jordan stays crouched between my thighs. His hands grip my lips, spreading them wide while his mouth tastes and teases.
Lux towers over me, his height almost comical against mine. He pushes me backward, the back of my knees hitting the bed in the same breath. Jordan loses his grip and waits for Lux.
“Condom,” he barks at Jordan.
I watch as Jordan rifles through the drawers, finding a line of several. He tears two off and brings them over.
Lux now hovers over me, his face above my cunt, his hot breath teasing the wetness there. “Suit up, Walker.”
I don’t say what I want to say. Why not you? Since we messed around, all I’ve wanted is him. To taste him, touch him, feel what would never be mine.
Not watching Jordan, Lux sinks two fingers in me. “Eyes, Colt. Give me your eyes.” Distracting me, I can’t tell if Jordan put on the condom. It doesn’t matter though. Lux, like the thief of all thoughts he is steals my attention.
Our gazes connect, and the heat in his is addictive.
“I’m going to let him fuck you now. Be a good slut and scream for me, okay?”
I nod, and he kisses my clit before pulling his fingers out. While Jordan kneels, Lux rises, comes to the side of the bed, and pushes the same two fingers in my mouth. “Clean up your mess, little slut.”
And I do, sucking them until he pulls free.
Jordan harshly grips my knees, forcing my boot-clad feet on the bed, and then he’s thrusting into me.
My eyes roll back as his thick cock drills inside.
“So tight, princess.”
I groan as he rotates his hips, bucking into me, and my back arches.
Lux comes onto the bed, suit and all, his knees on either side of my head. His palm grips my throat as he leans down. “I’m about to make a mess of you, Colton. Last chance. Use your safe word.”
I can’t really speak with him holding my oxygen back, but I attempt at shaking my head. His rueful grin is enough to unnerve me. His hand unclenches around my throat, and he undoes his slacks, whipping out his cock. Fuck, it’s bigger than I remember. He spits into his palm then strokes himself above me.
“I’m going to come,” Jordan hisses as his speed quickens. He grips my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh as he rams into me. My eyes close and he grunts out his release. When I open them again, Lux’s cock still stands proudly above me while he strokes with ease.
“Need lube,” Lux commands so I start to move, but he stops me. “Not you.”
“There was none,” Jordan bites out, zipping up his jeans.
Lux growls then peers at Jordan. “Then get on your knees and suck my cock, Walker. I know you’re a fan.”
Jordan says nothing, and when I look at him, the heat in his gaze doesn’t lie.
Jordan stalks over as Lux adjusts.
“Change of plans, Corpse. Looks like you’re riding me.”
“Thought you were going to fuck the life into me?” I taunt, disappointed that he took away my visual.
He stares at me with a heated gaze. “Is that why you’re pouting? Sad you didn’t get two cocks?”
I nod, hating the heat swarming me. Knowing they’d both be inside me makes me desperate.
“Ross was right, you’re a greedy slut.”
I narrow my eyes. He’s teasing me.
He grips himself and strokes slowly. “Sit on my lap, slut. Show Jordan how much better my cock is.”
I whimper but do as he says. Hovering above his bare length, I wonder how bad this would look. I just fucked Ross, messed around with Ten, allowed Jordan to fuck me, and I’m about to have a repeat with Lux.
He clamps my hips and forces me down his dick. We moan together as I’m seated fully on him. His eyes are closed, and it’s the first time I’ve seen him appear soft. Saintly, even.
Rocking onto him, his gaze connects with mine.
“Greedy, greedy.”
Then, he’s bucking into me while I’m practically stuck. His hips roll and cant upward, impaling me over and over.
I tighten around him, feeling him stretch me with each upstroke.
“Everything I imagined,” he grunts. “You even have red in your cheeks, Corpse.”
His hand snakes down and begins flicking my clit, and I writhe above him, my wetness making an audible sound as we rut together.
“Come for me. Cream all over my cock, Colton. I need to feel you fall apart.”
And I do. My body detonates as he fucks into me, rubbing me at the same time.
“Lux,” I groan. “Harder.”
His ass lifts us off the bed, the zipper of his slacks abrading my skin as he thrusts harder into me. After several pumps, he grunts, and I feel the heat, the hotness of his orgasm pouring into me, shaking me with another mini orgasm. No condom?
When I practically fall on top of him, he lets out a huff.
“Such a little slut. Fucking two guys in her brother’s old room. On his old bed...”
My high lasts all of two seconds as Jordan’s words spit at me. No. Nonononono. I practically jump off of Lux, his release coating my thighs. I hurry to grab my top and skirt.
“Colt,” Lux says, his voice exhausted.
I see him, though, his spent dick still out, flapping against his messy slacks. Then I see Jordan, the smugness on his face makes me sick. He folds his arms against his chest, and I hurry to finish tying my skirt.
“Nice fuck, Colt. Didn’t know vamps had such warm holes to sink into.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I hiss, adjusting my last string.
He laughs, throwing his head back. “Just playing the game. You know the rules, Colt. It’s not my fault you decided to slip on two dicks when your brother’s body is still fresh in its grave.”
“Fuck. You,” I cry.
Tears leak from me, and I run from that room as fast as I can, not knowing why the fuck I allowed myself to think anything positive.
Rushing out of the tower, I hurry to Ivory.
They wanted me to play the game.
They wanted me to lose.
They wanted me to be docile.
Too bad I’m upping the ante, and if I’ve got to fuck my way to get the answers, that’s what I’ll do. They may have prodded at the beating organ protected by my ribcage, but they forgot I’ve already lost everything. Pretending to give them my heart will result in their pain, not mine.
I’m done playing by the rules.
I’m here to win.
My monsters are all I have left.
Unfortunately, dealing with monsters makes you become one.
Twenty-Seven
Lennox
Don’t show weakness. Weakness isn’t tolerated.
You can’t be a king with a spine as solid as a wet noodle.
Don’t show love. Love isn’t allowed.
You can’t be a master with a heart as soft as a pin cushion.
Don’t give niceties. Niceness isn’t forgiven.
You can’t be a ruler when your soul is as visible as the emblem on your sleeve.
I remind myself of this daily, of everything my father taught me as he hit the words into me. His fists left permanent brands on each bone he’s broken. When he’s in a really harsh mood, I’m pieces rather than whole.
It’s at those times when I show Colt my true face. I hate it, the fact that she completes me in ways no thing or person ever has before. She just has to stare at me with those glassy doll eyes and I’m a fucking goner. She softens me when I’ve avoided conceding to kindness my entire life.
My cruelty is only purposeful because getting close to a Hudson is forbidden. Dad made sure that me, Sebastian, and Drew were aware of it at a young age. He never said why, never explained what made them against the rules, but I’m sure there is a story as old as Arcadia.
; DeLeons are meant to marry into the Clearwaters or Silverstones. They’re where I’m destined to be. To build Dad’s company and carry on a legacy I have no desire to be a part of, sacrifice is the only answer. Being the oldest has its downfalls. Pedestals are too high to climb, and there’s no way I’ll ever reach his standards of great. Perfection—that’s what he wants, what I fear, and what will happen. Sacrifice, blood, tears, and every sweat gland of mine will perspire until he deems it enough.
I sit in the chair in Psych, watching Colt jot down every word shared from Bautista’s mouth. It’s cruel to watch her with this much intent. It’s a curse, seeing her beauty and wanting to capture it entirely, enslave it to me, store it in chains, and never let it loose.
She’s a distraction, a disease, and yet, I never want the cure.
Since the party, when me and Jordan shared her, she’s avoided us all. Her hanging out with that bitch Melissa is becoming an issue. They’re not playing the game, following the rules, or sticking to the traps we’ve set in motion.
One thing that differentiates Colton Hudson from every rich bitch at Arcadia is the fact that she’s cunning. Seeing everything from a different perspective gives her an angle none of us planned for.
She’s a wild card. She’s unstable. And she’ll ruin everything.
She's basically hiding from everyone in plain sight. Being a pariah gives her the type of camouflage no one expected her to have.
Colt bites her pen, her teeth digging into the black end of it. Colt is habitual. The same dress, makeup, and little nuances people don’t register. The way she nibbles her pen from the left only. Not the right, only ever the left. The way she crosses her legs under the desk, always wearing long socks that make me want to bite them all the way up to her thighs.
She’s skinnier this year. Her body is lithe and almost sick. Most people wouldn’t notice, but I’m particular about information. I analyze it, dissect it, and then rip it apart for my benefit. She’s one of those things of mine, even if she’s forgotten that fact.
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