King of Corium: Dark Enemies to Lovers Bully Romance (Corium University Book 1)

by J. L. Beck

  I hide my amusement. She has no idea I’ve already told Matteo to leave her alone, but there’s no way I’m going to admit that out loud and miss out on her giving me an hour of her time.

  “So, you want me to keep Matteo off your back indefinitely? But you’ll only give me an hour of your time? That hardly seems fair.”

  “We both know it would only take you two minutes to tell him to leave me alone, and he would listen to you. Letting you do whatever you want to me not only goes against everything I am, but I’ll have to live with that for the rest of my life, just like I have to live with what you’ve already done to me.”

  “Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I’m coming out pretty good on this deal.” I lift my arm, extending my hand out to her. “I’ll keep him off your back, and you’ll give me an hour of full control.”

  For a moment, she examines my hand like it’s a foreign object before she hesitantly puts her delicate hand in mine.

  “Deal.”

  “Anything I want? One hour?” I clarify, holding her hand tightly.

  She hesitates, and I can see her mind working up all kinds of scenarios. “You won’t hurt me… like no weird kinky torture stuff, right?”

  My lips tug up into a grin. “No. I’m not into pain or inflicting pain. None of what you are thinking of.”

  “Okay, one hour,” she confirms, and my smile widens. Letting go of her hand, I cross the small space that is her room and take the chair in front of her desk.

  The flimsy wooden chair creaks under my weight, and for a moment, I consider sitting on the desk instead, but I already have plans for that flat surface, so I keep my ass planted where it is.

  “Strip for me. I want you completely naked… and take your time. We’ve got an hour, after all. Let’s savor it.”

  She sucks a shaky breath into her lungs and slowly reaches for the hem of her sweatshirt. She pulls it up and over her head, revealing that she’s not wearing anything else underneath. I’ve already seen her tits when she was lying down on her bed, but now that she is standing, they look even better. Perky, just the right size, with small pink nipples demanding attention.

  As her fingers dip into the waistband of her leggings, my eyes are drawn to her stomach. She’s always been a skinny little thing, but now that her baggy sweater is gone, I can tell she is even skinnier than usual. Her stomach is caved in, her hip bones are more pronounced, and when she leans over to pull her leggings off, I can see her ribs sticking out.

  Is she not eating? The image of her yelling at the cafeteria staff pops into my head, and I wonder if they’re giving her enough food. Surely, they’ll feed her something. Either way, I store that information, knowing I can use that to my advantage in a new deal on another day.

  “It’s too fucking cold in here to be naked,” she mumbles angrily while she pulls off her white cotton panties. They fall to the ground, and she straightens back up, glaring at me like she wants to murder me.

  “Maybe I should have included a no complaining clause in our deal,” I say as I take in every single inch of her body.

  Her hair falls down her shoulders in golden waves, and I can’t wait to wrap it around my hand. As I let my gaze roam down her body, I notice the faded bruises around her slender arms, and I’m glad I already decided that Matteo is never to touch her again.

  My eyes finally land on the junction between her thighs. To my surprise, her pussy is shaved bare.

  “Come here,” I rasp, motioning for her to come to me. “I’ll warm you up.”

  Her steps are small, each one more uncertain than the one before. She stops just short of bumping into my knees. Her flowery scent fills my nostrils, and I breathe it deep into my lungs like a drug, letting it cloud my mind.

  Now that she is closer, I can see she is shaking. Taking the room temperature into consideration, I figure it must be from the cold.

  “Are you just going to gawk at me for an hour?” She folds her arm over her stomach, not covering up her tits, but to keep warm, I’m guessing.

  “Oh, don’t worry. I’ll be doing much more than looking at you, and since you keep mouthing off like a brat, I think I’ll treat you like one too.”

  16

  ASPEN

  Why can’t I just keep my mouth shut for once?

  Then again, Quinton wouldn’t use a free-for-all hour to have a chat about my book. He came here to hurt me and play out his sick fantasies. No matter what I do or say, we always end up here… with Q eyeing me like I’m a lamb ready for the slaughterhouse.

  “Turn around,” he orders, his voice more raspy than usual.

  Against every fiber in my body, I spin around slowly until my back is turned to him all the way. At least I can momentarily let my mask slip. It’s tiring to pretend not to be scared. No matter how much I tell myself that this is the better option, knowing that I’m giving my virginity to someone who loathes me is not what I wanted.

  Especially not here, in this shithole of a room that doesn’t even have a real bed. Which means that not only will my first time be with Quinton, but it will also be on a dirty floor of a school I hate. Tears prick at my eyes, but I blink them away. I’m not gonna cry about this. At least it’s my choice, and it’s not Matteo forcing me.

  I’m so lost in thought that I flinch when Quinton touches my back.

  “Relax,” he grunts as if him ordering me to relax would actually work.

  He grabs my hips and pulls me even closer to him until my legs are wedged between his. My breath hitches when his hands move to my ass, massaging each cheek before spreading them apart like he is inspecting me. I feel so exposed and humiliated, I could cry, and I’m so fucking glad I’m turned away from him because there is no way I could hide the way I’m feeling right now.

  “Sit on my lap,” Quinton directs while already pulling me down onto him.

  My cold, naked skin meets the welcoming warmth of his fully clothed body, and I lean back on instinct, trying to get closer.

  He wraps his arms around me from behind, cupping my breasts in his palms as he buries his face in my hair.

  “Move your hips, grind your ass over my dick.”

  Closing my eyes, I start to shimmy my butt, dragging it over his already hard cock. He groans, letting his hands fall from my breasts, and grabs my hips instead, guiding me to move the way he wants.

  “Like this,” he says, returning to play with my tits while I keep the rhythm he set.

  He rolls both of my nipples between the tips of his fingers, making me gasp with shock. It’s almost painful, but not quite. Goose bumps spread across my skin, and for the first time, it’s not from being cold. A low heat builds deep in my core, and it’s one I’ve never felt before.

  That heat evaporates into thin air when Quinton opens his mouth again, ruining the moment. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  My body goes stiff, only making him chuckle.

  “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re nice and wet. I’ll even make you come as long as you do as I say.” I know he is patronizing me, but his words set off a swarm of butterflies in my belly. No one has ever made me come, and if he lets me enjoy this too, it won’t be so bad. Maybe I can pretend that I didn’t sell my virginity, even if it is for safety.

  “Spread your legs and hook them over mine.”

  As instructed, I let my legs fall open and dangle over his spread knees. Cold air washes over my exposed center, sending a shiver down my spine. He repositions me slightly, so his hard cock is nestled between my ass cheeks. Again, I’m glad I’m facing away so he can’t see my face redden in shame.

  His right hand moves from my boob back down, over my stomach, then lower and lower. His fingers brush over my spread folds, and I freeze, my body going rigid again as his fingertips run over my clit slowly.

  “I didn’t say to stop moving,” he whispers into the shell of my ear while he leisurely draws small circles over the small bundle of nerves.

  “Sorry…
I…” I what? I can’t think with him doing that. My brain seems to be fried at the moment. I try to continue rolling my hips like he showed me, but my movements are choppy and uncontrolled now.

  His skilled finger dips lower, and he starts circling my entrance. I briefly wonder if I should tell him I’m a virgin, but I’m pretty sure he already knows. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Plus, I don’t think it would change anything, so I simply keep my lips sealed and hope he won’t be too rough.

  He enters me slowly, and I still once more, unable to move another inch. My breathing is labored like I’ve just run a marathon, even though all I did was shimmy my ass a little.

  “Relax,” he growls, pulling me closer to his chest at the same time as he pushes his finger deeper.

  “I’m trying,” I say, but it comes out more like a whining sound.

  He pulls his finger out slightly just to push it back in a little deeper, drawing a whimper from my lips. Then he suddenly stops.

  “Are you a virgin?” he asks like he is shocked by the possibility.

  “Yes,” I huff out.

  For a long moment, he is quiet. His finger remains buried in my pussy, but he doesn’t move. I don’t know why, but I feel like I have to explain myself.

  “Is it really that much of a surprise to you? I’m only eighteen… and my life has been a little crazy for the past year.” I whisper the last part, not wanting to remind him of my father’s betrayal while his finger is buried inside me.

  “So you’re gonna let me fuck this virgin cunt?” he asks, starting to move again.

  “Y-Yes,” I stutter as he continues thrusting his finger into me.

  He briefly takes it out, just to reenter using two fingers. I try to remain relaxed, but two fingers are stretching my tight opening now, and it takes a moment to get over the discomfort. To adjust to the intrusion, Quinton starts rubbing his palm over my clit while fingering me.

  At the new sensation, I throw my head back, letting it rest on his shoulder. He continues to use his palm and fingers to stimulate me, driving me further to the edge of an orgasm. Suddenly, I’m not cold anymore. I’m hot, my skin feels like it’s on fire, and I’m ready to burst at the seams.

  I’m almost there, so close to release, I can taste it. He pushes me all the way to the cliff, but right before I’m going to tip over, he stops and pulls his hand away. A disappointed whimper escapes my mouth, and I regret it immediately.

  His chest rumbles with a laugh as he pushes me off his lap. “Go get the pillow.”

  On unsteady feet, I pad across the room and grab the pillow from my sleeping spot. When I turn back around, I find Quinton pulling down his shorts, his very hard cock springs free, and I automatically clutch onto the pillow, holding it in front of me like a barrier.

  “Put the pillow here,” he points at the ground between his feet, “and get on your knees.”

  This is the lesser of two evils… I keep reminding myself, but my body protests as I drop the pillow and get on my knees. Memories from the other night rush back, and all the warmth I felt earlier vanishes, leaving behind an icy coldness.

  “I’m not gonna make you use your mouth since I went to the gym right before I came here, but I want you to jerk me off.” Quinton grabs my upper arms surprisingly gently and positions me just the way he wants to. He closes his legs enough to where they are pressed against my sides, lending my chilled skin some much-needed warmth.

  “Oh,” I say, kind of surprised. I wonder how much time has passed since we started, which makes me realize I don’t even know what time we started. “What time is it? I mean… I didn’t check…” I stumble over my words, more nervous than before now that he can see my face.

  “Don’t worry about the time. I won’t keep you longer than an hour.”

  “Is this all you want me to do?” I glance around the room, trying to look anywhere but him.

  “I don’t know yet. Depends how well you do.”

  “I’ve never done this before.” I half expect him to laugh again, or at least make a snarky remark, but he simply grabs my wrist and holds it up.

  “Start with spitting in your hand.”

  “What?” I sneak a peek at his face to make sure he isn’t making fun of me. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes, spit on your palm.” Gathering saliva in my mouth, I hold open my hand and spit in it while he watches me with hungry eyes. “Now wrap your hand around my dick and stroke it up and down.”

  Even though I feel weird doing it, I follow his directions and use my wet hand to grab his length. The spit starts to make sense when I realize how easily my hand slides up and down, and now I feel stupid for not knowing this before.

  My inexperience never bothered me before. I just had so much stuff going on in my life that sex and boyfriends were the last things on my mind.

  “That’s good,” he praises. “A little faster.” I pick up speed and watch with heightened curiosity how Quinton’s face contorts in pleasure. His eyes are closed, and I take that moment to really take him in. He is as beautiful as he is evil. A perfect disguise for a predator.

  As if he hears me thinking about him, his eyes fly open, and I look away, feeling caught even though I didn’t do anything wrong.

  “Open your mouth,” he orders, wrapping his large hand over mine. “Open,” he grits out again while starting to jerk himself even faster, tightening his grip around both my hand and his cock.

  I let my mouth fall open. Quinton lifts his free hand and grabs the back of my head, holding me in place right in front of him.

  “Fuck… keep your mouth open,” he growls at me. Threading my hair through his fingers, he tugs on it slightly as ropes of cum start to shoot from the tip of his mushroom head onto my lips, face, and into my mouth. Thick, salty liquid hits my tongue, and Quinton’s pleasured groan echoes through the room.

  “Swallow it.”

  Closing my mouth, I swallow the bitter cum, trying not to cringe at the taste.

  “Good girl. Now don’t move.” He scoots the chair back and gets up, leaving me to kneel on top of the pillow with my hands in my lap like some kind of sex slave. My stomach sinks. Is that what I am? A sex slave?

  Quinton disappears into the bathroom. I hear him trying to turn the water in the sink, but all that comes out is the screeching sounds the pipes make.

  “The sink is broken. You have to use the shower,” I call after him, and a moment later, I hear the shower turn on.

  I can’t figure out what he is doing until he returns, holding a wet washcloth in his hand. Instead of handing it to me, he leans down, cradles the back of my head with one hand, and uses the other to wipe my face of his cum.

  When I’m all cleaned up, he throws the dirty washcloth on the ground close to the bathroom door. Next, he grabs me under my arms and lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. Panic bubbles back to the surface when he places my naked ass on the desk and pushes my body down.

  “Lie back and spread your legs.”

  I do as I’m told and spread my legs wide, giving him an up-close and personal view of my pussy. My fingers grasp onto the wood, and I know where this is going before it even gets there. Quinton peers down at my most private parts, and it feels like he’s inspecting me.

  I shouldn’t care what he thinks about me, but a part of me does, and in the back of my mind, I wonder what he’s thinking.

  “Just because I do this doesn’t mean I like you. It doesn’t mean you’re anything to me. Do you understand?”

  “Y-Yes.” My voice cracks as I speak, and a tiny shiver zings down my spine at the way his dark gaze trails down my body.

  His fingers sink into my thighs, and he parts my legs wider to accommodate his size. “Let me guess, you’ve never let a guy eat you out before either?”

  I can feel the heat of embarrassment in my cheeks. “Like I said, I’ve been busy with life and…” Whatever I was about to say, I can’t recall because, like a starved beast, Quinton leans forward and latches onto m
y clit, his tongue lapping against the little bundle of nerves.

  The pleasure starts to build at my spine almost immediately. He works my clit with his tongue in a way I never could with my own fingers, alternating between flicking it and sucking on it. Fire ignites deep in my belly, stoking the flames of my desire, and I can feel myself getting wetter. For a fleeting moment, I am brave and spear my fingers through Quinton’s dark hair. The strands are silky smooth, and I tug on his hair lightly, enjoying the brief groan he makes against my folds. He pulls away a second later, and I let out a low whine of disapproval.

  Letting out a chuckle, he looks up at me from between my thighs. “I can’t wait to claim this pussy, to fill it with my cum, and see its virgin blood on my cock.”

  Nothing about what he’s said should turn me on, but it does. It turns me on so much, it terrifies me.

  “Quinton…” I whimper, wanting to come, my pleasure clinging to every pore on my body. A dark shadow creeps onto his face, and a gasp slips past my lips as he plunges his middle finger inside me in one swift movement. I’m so wet that there’s no discomfort, but I’m shocked by the sudden movement and change in his demeanor.

  “Beg me for it. You want to come, then beg for it.”

  “You can’t be serious?” I’m not sure how I manage to get the words out, not with his finger moving in and out of me at a delicious pace.

  Q smirks, and I swear it’s like looking the devil in the eyes and begging him not to strike you dead. “Oh, I’m dead fucking serious, so serious I’ll leave you tied to the bed frame until tomorrow with no way to relieve yourself. Now beg, and make it believable…”

  Fuck… I can feel myself climbing higher and higher, my walls tightening, and it won’t be long till I crumble to the ground. Like a high, I chase the orgasm, but it’s just out of reach.

  “Please…” I beg, my tongue darting out over my bottom lip.

  “Please, what?” He seems unaffected by my begging, but I can see his cock growing in his pants, and the power of arousal makes me feel like I’m a queen. Even if he doesn’t want to believe it, some part of me has a tiny bit of control over him.