“It’s not working,” Tatum said with a frown.
“He’s a deep sleeper. Give him a shake,” I urged, that smile tugging at my lips again, though luckily for me she hadn’t noticed as she turned back to Kyan with a small frown.
Tatum reached out to give him a shake and Kyan lurched at her so suddenly that she screamed. That got a reaction at least.
His hand locked around her throat and he flipped her over him like she weighed nothing at all, knocking the towel from her in the process before slamming her down into the mattress beneath him. His hair fell forward to curtain his savage expression and he damn near snarled at her as he pressed a hunting knife to her chest right above her heart.
Tatum whimpered in fright as Kyan blinked away his demons and I couldn’t help but start laughing. She looked like she’d almost pissed herself and her gaze flickered uncertainly between the knife poised to kill her and the man who just might do it.
Kyan panted heavily as he took in what was going on, easing back an inch as he pulled the knife away from her.
“Why the fuck would you touch me while I’m sleeping?” he growled.
Tatum lips parted, but no words escaped her and he relaxed his grip on her throat so that she could talk. “Blake said-”
Kyan’s brown eyes flipped up to me half a second before he launched the hunting knife at me.
I cursed, throwing myself aside as the damn thing spun through the air and buried itself in the fucking drywall halfway up to the hilt.
“You’re lucky I didn’t kill her, you fucking idiot,” he snarled, shoving away from Tatum as he got to his feet and leaving her panting in the bed as she tried to get over the shock of having a two hundred pound asshole damn near stab her to death for waking him up.
“You sleep with a knife under your pillow?” Tatum asked, her eyes wide with fear which was slowly morphing into fury as the fire in her ignited for a moment again. “Who the fuck does that?”
“Someone with more enemies than they can easily count,” Kyan growled, getting out of the bed and hunting for an elastic to tie his hair out of his face.
“You’re insane,” Tatum gasped. “All of you. Fucking insane.”
“Glad to see you’re finally catching on,” Kyan muttered as he found what he was hunting for and grabbed a hairbrush too. He dropped into a chair at the side of his bed by the window and released a heavy breath as he tried to banish his anger.
“C’mon, Plague,” I said, “Let’s go and see if-”
“Come and do my hair, Tatum,” Kyan cut me off, his voice a deep growl which dared me to challenge him as he cut me a look which said he was hoping I would so that he could throw a few punches too. He really hated being woken up and I’d known he was going to flip, but I had to admit that the knife had been a new addition. Fucking Rambo wannabe.
Tatum looked between us in confusion and I rolled my eyes, giving in to Kyan’s request. If he wanted someone to vent his rage on then I was happy for it to be her over me.
He beckoned her closer and she pushed to her feet slowly, seeming to retreat back into that non-responsive shit she’d been giving me since I’d woken her up. She headed to retrieve her towel from the floor so that she could cover up again, but Kyan grunted irritably.
“Leave it,” he growled and Tatum straightened like she’d been expecting that, still not saying anything as she headed over to him instead.
I leaned back against the wall with my arms folded to watch the show. The moment she got close to him, Kyan reached out and snatched her off of her feet, grabbing her by the ass as he lifted her up to straddle his lap in one swift movement.
Tatum steadied herself by gripping his forearms, but gave zero reaction to being planted in his lap. Kyan studied her for a long moment as he seemed to notice the change in her too.
“What’s up, baby?” he asked her. “Cat got your tongue? Or do you just find yourself exactly where you want to be?”
“I’m where you want me to be,” she muttered and that was it.
Kyan scraped a thumb over his stubble as he studied her.
“You’re not even going to call me an asshole?” he asked, like he actually wanted her to do that.
“I will if you tell me to.”
Kyan huffed, cutting me a glare like he blamed me for his toy not playing the way he wanted her to and I just shrugged.
“She’s been acting like that since I woke her up. I think we finally broke her,” I said and it kinda pissed me off that I didn’t like the idea of that more. I hadn’t gotten nearly enough from this transaction to sate my monster and I wasn’t sure how much joy I’d be able to claim from her now if she just fell into line so easily.
“Naw,” Kyan said, gripping her ass even tighter as he slid her down his thighs until she was sitting right over his cock. “You just need a minute to catch your breath, don’t you, Tatum? You’ll be calling me all the names under the sun again soon, won’t you?”
She remained silent and his face darkened before he slapped her ass hard enough to leave a hand print.
My eyebrows shot up and she flinched at the sting of pain, taking the hint to reply. “Yes, asshole,” she said but there wasn’t much bite to it.
Kyan rolled his eyes and lifted the brush and elastic from his lap, passing them to her so she could start working on his hair.
She didn’t even look uncomfortable and my brows arched as I wondered if that was because she didn’t care anymore or because she was happy enough to be in Kyan’s lap.
Tatum pushed up onto her knees as she began brushing his hair back to tie it up, putting her tits right in his face in the process. The hint of a smirk on Kyan’s face let me know he didn’t mind that at all and my frown deepened. He’d expressed his appreciation of her body a few times now, but it seriously wasn’t his style to get involved with anyone from school. So I couldn’t figure out what the point of this little game was. Was he just aiming to disarm her or was he really into it too?
“Are you getting hard for our little pet there, Kyan?” I asked him, deciding I might as well just ask him outright.
“I dunno. Am I, baby?” he asked Tatum as she finished tying his hair for him and sat back to look at him.
She pursed her lips and dropped her gaze to his crotch.
“Yeah,” she replied like she didn’t give a shit about that either. Which was pretty fucking cold, ignoring a dude’s hard on right to his face like that. Though Kyan’s gaze dropped over her like he gave no shits about that.
“Looks like you’re about to make a mess in your pants there, Kyan,” I taunted. “Do you get that turned on doing your own hair too?”
“Yeah. I come in my pants every time I finish tying it. To be honest, Tatum, you should be offended that I didn’t do that for you.”
I snorted a laugh but she gave us nothing.
Kyan stood suddenly, gripping Tatum’s ass again as he lifted her with him before throwing her down into the middle of his bed so hard that she bounced. She gasped as her blonde hair tumbled all around her and she lay on her back looking up at him with a faint blush lining her cheeks.
“You want me to tie you to the bed and fuck you ‘til you can’t see straight, Tatum?” he asked in a rough voice which I was guessing was aimed at getting a real reaction from her.
“And what am I supposed to do if she says yes?” I growled before she could reply. “Just stand here and watch you?”
“Naw, I bet Tatum can give real good head too. You think you could handle both of us, baby?” he asked her as she scrambled backwards up the bed like she was thinking he might really mean to go through with that offer. But she was in luck there, we might have been dark creatures but none of us got hot for girls who didn’t want us in return.
“I’d sooner drink from the fucking toilet than screw either of you,” she hissed and Kyan grinned as he got the reaction he’d wanted.
“See, Blake? Didn’t I say rich girls don’t know how to fuck?” Kyan said, turning to me with a smirk on hi
s face that said he was pleased with himself for riling her again. “She couldn’t handle one of us, let alone both. Our girl might be hot, but I’m still pretty sure that the fantasy of her I’ve got going in my head would far surpass reality. So with that in mind, I’m gonna go use said fantasy as material to jerk off over in the shower.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I said as Tatum remained in the imagined safety she’d found in the far corner of the bed. “She could barely keep up with me when I pity fucked her after her initiation.”
“Fuck you,” Tatum snapped, unable to let that lie slide and I smirked at her, glad to have made her bite. “You were the one begging for more and panting like a bitch in heat the whole time.”
Kyan laughed darkly as he hesitated by the bathroom door to see how this argument would play out.
“Let’s see which one of us was screaming for more, shall we?” I taunted. “I do have a video of the event after all.” I cocked an eyebrow at her in challenge, just waiting for the tears, the begging and pleading for me to delete the video and never let it see the light of day again.
Tatum lifted her chin, her eyes flaring with the challenge for a moment before her gaze emptied out again and she just shrugged. “Fine,” she said eventually, like she didn’t even care and I damn near choked on my surprise. “Let’s see it.”
Kyan chuckled darkly as he leaned against the wall, clearly settling in for the show to see which one of us would balk first. But if Tatum Rivers thought it was a good idea to compete with me in a game of chicken, she was about to find out exactly how often I lost. Because the answer was never.
Challenge accepted, bitch.
I headed back through the Jack and Jill bathroom and snatched my phone from my nightstand before heading back into Kyan’s room. He had this spark in his eye as I reentered the room, like he thought I might be the one to chicken out here, but he was wrong about that. Because I didn’t lose. Couldn’t. Never learned how.
I picked up the remote on his chest of drawers and flicked his TV on before pairing it with my phone and giving Tatum one last chance to ask me to stop. She’d need to do better than that though. I’d want her begging on her knees, offering to suck my cock and give me the entire contents of her trust fund before I’d even consider backing out now.
But she didn’t beg. Hell, she didn’t even blink, just sat there in silence as she waited for me to do my worst.
I ran my thumb over the video on my phone, skipping the talking at the start and pressing play just as I reached out and flipped her over.
The fifty inch screen suddenly lit up with an image of the two of us fucking and the first sound we were all gifted was that noise she made the moment I’d slammed my cock inside of her.
She screamed in time with every thrust of my hips, begging for more and more on the video and I found myself staring at the footage of the two of us going at it like the world might end if we stopped. My throat tightened and my dick swelled as I watched it for a long minute, appreciating just how fucking hot she looked.
I tore my eyes from the screen and looked to Kyan to see what he was thinking. His face was a mask as he watched the video, but his eyes flared with an intensity I’d rarely seen in him as he drank it all in.
Tatum’s cries got louder and louder and my voice added to hers as I cursed and blessed her in the same breath, clearly having the time of my fucking life. We both kept making more and more noise until the unmistakeable sound of her coming filled the room and I groaned as I followed her over the edge. I smirked victoriously as I turned to look at her, ignoring the fact that I was hard as stone and Kyan’s suggestion of a three way was sounding a thousand times more tempting then it had a moment ago.
“Pretty sure you were louder,” I growled, shutting off the video.
“Shame I was faking then,” she said in an dead tone which was complete and utter bullshit. I’d felt the reaction of her body just as keenly as my own.
Kyan laughed loudly and I snarled with anger.
“Whatever you wanna tell yourself,” I replied, refusing to fall for her trap.
Instead of bothering to bite back at me, Tatum just closed her eyes and started moaning as she pushed her hands into her hair. She was panting too, my name slipping between those pink lips of hers as she got louder and louder, sounding a lot like she had on the video but not the fucking same at all.
She stopped as suddenly as she’d started, giving me a blank look as Kyan started laughing.
“Well, if you want me to give it a go, you can come join me in the shower, baby,” he said as he knocked the bathroom door open and headed inside. “Fair warning though – I bite.”
His dark laughter was followed by the sound of the shower starting up and I grunted with frustration as I took the other door from his room back out into the corridor, snapping my fingers at Tatum to make her follow me.
“Get dressed and make yourself presentable,” I commanded as she trailed behind me into my room.
“Okay,” she muttered before moving through my bedroom into the bathroom to get changed.
When she appeared again, she’d pulled on a pair of leggings and a tight T-shirt with a knot tied in it to reveal her naval and I frowned at her as I realised she didn’t have a uniform here.
Saint emerged from the gym in the crypt just as I was about to call him and his eyes fell on Tatum in disapproval.
“Go back to your dorm and get your uniform on,” he snapped at her. “Then paint your face and tame that fucking hair. My property doesn’t turn out looking anything less than perfect and I warn you not to test me on that. Then pack up all of your clothes and other shit and leave your suitcase outside your dorm. I’ll get one of the Unspeakables to drop it off here later. If you’re not waiting for us outside the Redwood Dining Hall when we get there in fifteen minutes, I’ll personally see to your punishment.” He crossed the room and opened a drawer in the wooden unit beside the door, pulling out her room key and shoving it into her hand.
Tatum didn’t even reply, just turned and walked away without a word. The moment the door closed behind her, Saint’s gaze fixed on me.
“Problem?” I asked.
“Not yet. But she needs to be watched carefully. She hasn’t got a hope in hell of getting out of the school grounds again, but she can’t be trusted. She had a fucking gun after all.”
We hadn’t said much on that subject yet and I guessed we didn’t need to say much about it really. She didn’t have it anymore, so that was the end of it.
“Maybe we shouldn’t have let her leave on her own,” I said, glancing back at the door and wondering if all of that weird behaviour this morning had just been a cover to get us to think we’d won so that she could just try to run again.
“Don’t worry about it,” Saint replied dismissively. “I’ve got the whole student body watching her. I sent out a group text to tell them her route and they’ll let me know if she deviates from it.”
I snorted a laugh at that. “Of course you did.”
“Get dressed and tell Kyan not to be late today. I have plans for breakfast.” Saint turned away from me to head up to his bedroom on the balcony and I wondered if his plans included Tatum hand feeding him again or if he’d spent the night coming up with new ways to torture her.
Within ten minutes, the three of us were leaving The Temple and walking up the hill to the Redwood Dining Hall, passing through the crowd of the other students as they scurried out of our way. Sometimes I kinda didn’t notice it, but other days I couldn’t help but appreciate how awesome it was being us. I mean, fuck being one of the bottom feeders. The view from up here was just fantastic.
I smirked as I noticed Tatum standing on the path ahead of us, her eyes on her feet as she waited like a good little girl.
“I preferred it when she had more fight about her,” Kyan muttered.
“You prefer everything with more fight about it,” I quipped and Kyan cracked his knuckles as he chuckled in agreement.
“I’m not
going to count on this being a permanent state just yet,” Saint put in. “She’s too ballsy to just bow down this soon. We’ve brought her low, made her feel helpless, stupid even. But broken her entirely? I don’t think so.”
My lip curled back as I considered that. I hadn’t gotten much satisfaction from the way she’d been acting this morning, but it was better than nothing.
And it was the least Donovan Rivers’ little girl deserved in payment for what my mom got. She couldn’t even have a burial. There was no one there to hold her hand when she died. She was alone. I never even gave her a proper goodbye the last time I’d seen her. I was on the phone to Saint and I’d just kinda waved when she held her arms wide to hug me. That was it. The last hug I ever could have had with my mom and I’d brushed it off for nothing. Because I took her for granted. I assumed she’d always be there for me. I mean sure, everyone kinda knows that you’ll probably outlive your parents eventually, but not while I was so young. I thought we’d had all the time in the world left together.
But I guessed that was life. One moment you’re skipping along thinking everything’s just great, and the next thing you know you get sucker punched out of nowhere and everything you thought you could rely on is just gone. And what do you have left? Rage and outrage. Injustice and hopelessness. Nothing and everything. It’s all gone but there’s still so much here too. It’s just that none of it looks the same anymore.
My jaw tightened and my gaze locked on the girl whose father was to blame for all of my suffering. Was seeing her brought so low enough for me? Like fuck it was. I’d barely scraped the surface.
“Plague,” I barked without thinking it through and her head snapped up as she looked at me with those big blue eyes which tried to pry right into my soul. But I’d sold my soul to the devil a long time ago and I guessed he’d just waited until now to come and collect. “Pick someone out of the crowd.”
“What?” she asked me in confusion.
“Pick someone at random. Now.”
She flinched the tiniest amount at my tone then pointed at Pearl Devickers.
Perfect.
“Punch her,” I said.
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