Corrupt Knight: A Dark Mafia Romance (Corrupt Trilogy Book 1), page 3
But it’s what’s expected of me. What I have to do.
My future… my future is…
Some kind of pained sob rips from my throat and Brianna's soft voice meets my ear.
“It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
I suck in a shuddering breath as I continue to allow her to hold me.
It’s not something I ever thought I’d let happen, but here we are.
I never thought I’d have to say goodbye to my dad, either. Well, not for a good few years at least.
I have no clue how much time passes with us locked in our embrace, but eventually, my alcohol-filled mind finally senses that we’re moving.
Lifting my face from the crook of Brianna’s neck, I find that we’re standing in my en suite.
“Wha—”
“You need to shower, Nico. You fucking stink.”
I watch her as she releases me as if she isn’t even real, just a vision my fucked-up head thinks it should taunt me with.
Sounds about fucking right.
And if she is nothing more than a figment of my imagination, I bet I won’t even be allowed to lose myself in what she can really offer me. Her hug might have been nice—not that I’ll tell her that—but pushing inside her tight cunt would be so much better.
The sensation of my school tie being pulled through my collar successfully drags me from that little fantasy and I look down, watching as her slender fingers make quick work of my shirt buttons.
A growl rumbles deep in my throat as her hot hands slide over my shoulders, pushing the fabric away.
“Just can’t wait to get me naked, huh?”
Her eyes find mine, but unlike what I’m used to, I don’t find the fire that usually burns within them when we’re this close. All I find is pity, sympathy. It’s almost enough to force me to put an end to this, to send her away like I should have done the second I found her in my space. But I don’t, because after dragging my shirt from my arms, her knuckles brush down my abs as she reaches for my waistband, and I cave to that fantasy once more as she undoes my trousers and shoves both them and my boxers down my legs.
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she watches my cock bob between us.
I might be irreparably broken after the fallout of that night, but it seems my dick still wants to party despite the amount of alcohol I’ve tried to drown myself in.
Dropping to her knees, she rips her eyes from my dick in favour of my feet so she can free them from my remaining clothes until I’m standing before her, a naked, broken and empty shell of a man.
The ruthless soldier I always believed I was is long gone.
In his place is this… this…
“It’ll get easier, Nico. I promise,” she says, throwing my clothes aside and standing to her full height again, sadly not stopping to wrap those luscious lips around me. Although what she said when she pushed me in here is true, I’m more than aware of the fact that I can’t remember the last time I showered. I’m not sure I could pay her enough to suck me off right now.
Planting one hand in the centre of my chest, she forces me back until we’re standing inside my walk-in shower.
“Clean up,” she instructs, reaching out to turn the shower on, probably more than aware I’m about to get blasted with ice-cold water. Sadist. “I’ll be right ou— Argh, Nico,” she screams when I don’t let her jump away from the water and instead haul her against my body as it rains down.
“Let me go, dickhead.”
“Later. Right now, I need help cleaning up.”
Spinning her around, I push her up against the tiled wall and slam my lips down on hers once more as the water soaks her through.
She resists again, but she can’t keep it up this time, and after a few seconds, her body relaxes against mine and her lips part, letting me in.
“Yes, Siren,” I groan into her kiss. “You know the only real way to clean up my dick is with your sinful mouth.”
She arches from the wall as a groan of need rumbles deep in her throat. Wrapping my hand around her thigh, I hitch her leg up around my waist, allowing me the space I need between her thighs to grind against her.
“More,” I moan, gathering up the wet fabric of her dress and dragging it up her body.
Our kiss breaks for as long as it takes for me to pull it over her head, and long before it lands at our feet with a wet slap, we’ve collided once more.
It’s been like this between us since that first night.
Addictive and never fucking enough.
Her bra hits the tray, my hands lifting to palm her breasts and pinch her nipples, making her moan with need.
“Tell me how badly you need my cock, Siren.”
“Nico,” she whimpers as I continue to grind against her, building her higher and higher without even really touching her.
Right before she’s at the point of no return, I drop her leg and step back.
“What the— You fucking cock.”
A smirk curls at my lips, and for the first time since I woke and found her here, I’m starting to feel like my old self.
“I thought you already knew, Siren,” I warn, my voice low and raspy. “I’m worse than that.” I drop to my knees before her, water bouncing off my back as I stare up at her.
Her chest heaves, her insane tits holding my attention for long seconds before I finally rip my eyes away in favour of capturing hers.
“The only place you’re coming before I get my dick inside you is on my face.”
A startled shriek rips from her throat as I suddenly drag her leggings and knickers down her legs. The flimsy fabric of her leggings rips long before I get to her knees and it turns me into a savage.
Pulling harder, I shred the rest of her clothing from her body, leaving her standing there in just a pair of socks.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, lifting one of her soaked feet from the ground. I throw her leg over my shoulder and dive for her cunt.
The second her taste explodes on my tongue, I fully embrace that old part of myself that seems to come alive when we’re like this.
“NICO,” Bri screams above me as I suck hard on her clit. Her fingers sink into my wet hair and twist, trying to drag me closer. “Fuck. Yes. Make me come, baby,” she demands like the desperate little whore she is.
Shifting a little, I push her leg up wider for better access and thrust three fingers inside her without any warning.
She screams for me as I set a brutal pace, sending her into a frenzy as I push her right to the edge of release and pull her back just as fast.
“Nico, you cunt. Let me come,” she barks, her grip on my hair turning brutal. But I don’t give a fuck. She can rip it all out, for all I care. All I want right now is for this to never, ever fucking end.
This is better than alcohol. Than drugs. Than fucking anything.
Just her, that’s all I—
“NICO. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK,” she screams as I rub against her G-spot just so and send her crashing over the edge.
I lap at her clit, let her ride out every second of her release. She deserves some kind of reward for being stupid enough to walk in here tonight. There’s every chance she could have got a darker side of me that I’ve discovered in the past few weeks and ended up leaving with a very different kind of injury than what’s filling my mind right now.
The second her grip loosens on my hair, I twist to the side and sink my teeth into her thigh. Her skin breaks, the taste of copper filling my mouth, but it doesn’t stop me.
“Argh, you fucking savage,” she screams, trying to make me release her by pulling at my hair.
“Yeah, Siren,” I mutter, looking up at her with a smirk.
Her eyes dip to my mouth, letting me know that her blood is coating my lips, and all the air rushes out of her lungs.
“My filthy little whore,” I murmur before leaning forward and licking up the blood that’s spilling down her thigh.
She hisses in pain, but it’s going to take more than that to stop me.
Surging to my feet, I wrap my hand around her throat, pinning her back against the tiles. Her eyes are wild with desire, her own lip split from where she must have bitten it when she came.
“Whose whore are you, Siren?”
“Yours,” she breathes, and I reward her with my lips.
She groans into our kiss as she tastes herself on my tongue and shamelessly grinds against me.
“You want my cock, Siren? Is that why you came here tonight? You can’t find anyone else in the city who can make you scream like I can, huh?
Wrapping my hands around the backs of her thighs, I lift her from the floor, my cock brushing against her sensitive cunt and finding her entrance.
“Nico, please,” she whimpers.
“Not until you answer me.”
I stare into her eyes, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear her say it.
Something I don’t recognise flashes in her eyes, but it’s gone before I get a chance to question it.
“Yes,” she moans. “I came here so you could fuck me and remember the world is still turning outside your flat.”
“I’m more than fucking aware,” I growl, thrusting deep inside her, stealing her breath and hopefully any more talk about reality. I don’t need to be thinking about anything outside of this shower right now, let alone the flat or the building.
None of that exists.
The only thing that does is her and this moment.
She screams as I thrust into her over and over, forcing her to slide up the wall and her nails to pierce my shoulders as she tries to hold on.
“You’re not the only one,” I grunt, mindlessly spilling words as I lose myself in the feeling of being inside her once again. “Best cunt in the city by far.”
“NICO,” she screams, her pussy clamping down as she comes for me, and I have no choice but to fall right along with her.
But just as pleasure rips through me, my eyes open and I find myself staring up at my bedroom ceiling as pain, grief, and loneliness crash into me once more, right alongside the pounding of my head from my never-ending hangover.
4
BRIANNA
I’m awake long before my alarm goes off the next morning. My stomach is in knots, my heart is racing, and it’s not entirely because of my new placement.
It’s him.
It’s always fucking him.
My phone dings on my nightstand, and stupid, naïve little butterflies erupt in my belly at the thought of finding his name lighting up my screen.
I hate myself even more when disappointment floods my veins when the inevitable happens.
Best bitch: Stop stressing. You’re going to kill it today. And if he has anything to say about it then… fuck him. Not literally—you’ll be in a school, remember. *winky emoji*
“Sound advice there, Jojo,” I mutter to myself.
Brianna: Thank you. He was so wasted last night, I doubt he’ll even show his face.
I squeeze my eyes closed and suck in a deep breath the second my thumb hits the send button.
Best bitch: You sure you don’t want Toby to tell everyone?
Brianna: I’ve got this. I can handle the wannabe bad boys.
Best bitch: Wannabe?
Brianna: Yep. Wannabe.
But even as I type that message out, I know it’s bullshit.
Those beautifully broken, corrupt boys rule that damn school. And if Nico doesn’t want me there, then I have no doubt that he’ll find a way to get me out very, very fast.
Hell, for all I know, I’m not even going to make it into reception to meet Mrs. Hendrix.
I step out of my building, the brand on my thigh stinging, a reminder of everything I’m trying to forget, and scan my eyes down the row of cars that line my street, wishing that one of them belonged to me.
It would make this morning a hell of a lot easier. But as it is, I can barely afford my rent right now, so for the foreseeable future, I’m going to have to make the most of the public transport our city has to offer. And unfortunately, that means I’m walking down my street to the nearest tube station over an hour before I need to meet Mrs. Hendrix. I guess the only bonus is that the city is already buzzing with life, and as I make my way down into the underground station, I find myself surrounded by the eclectic people who make up my hometown.
It takes no less than four tubes to get even slightly close to Knight’s Ridge College, and as I emerge from the final station, there’s still a pretty decent walk.
I’d planned on getting a bus, but seeing as the one I need sails straight past the stop a few seconds before I make it there, I hike my bags a little higher on my shoulder and keep moving.
“Holy Jesus,” I puff out when I finally come to a stop beside the colossal gates that allow entry to the exclusive and elite private school. My skin is glistening with sweat, my bags heavier than I’m sure they were when I left my flat.
A car turns in as I stand there staring, questioning my life. It’s a Bentley. Of course it freaking is.
Schooling my features and stuffing down my apprehension and nerves—okay, pure unfiltered fear—I hold my head high and walk through those gates like I own the place.
Jodie offered to pick me up. She offered for Toby to swing by on his way and bring me in. But I don’t want to be piggybacking off them. And I also really didn’t want to be seen getting out of a student’s car on day one.
My connection with them is already going to make this placement harder than it needs to be, I’m sure. I really don’t want my mentor, my colleagues, for the next few weeks knowing I’m friends with the elite of the elite here from day one.
I know what they’d think if they knew.
That I was here for a free and easy ride.
My stomach knots tighter as I consider once again that this placement might not be the huge coincidence I first thought it to be, and actually the meddling of one of them.
Would they, though? Jodie aside, do any of them care enough to try?
One face flashes in my mind, and I can’t help but smile as I think about Calli.
She’d do this for me, but I’m not entirely sure she’s been thinking about anyone outside of her own drama right now.
For a moment, my own fear is forgotten as I think about her, Daemon, and the secret they’re hiding. Everything they’ve been through recently really helps to put my current situation into perspective.
Sucking in a deep breath, I force my legs to move faster and continue up the seemingly endless driveway.
More cars pass me, but I don’t look over, I just focus on where I’m going. On what I’m about to embark on.
After what feels like the longest walk of my life, one that I’m sure not many staff nor students have done over the years, the colossal main school building appears before me.
“Wow,” I breathe.
I might have spent all of last night studying the Knight’s Ridge website to soak up everything I possibly could find about the school, but none of the pictures I looked at were able to express the sheer magnitude of this place.
It’s… unbelievable. The architecture is beautiful, haunting, mesmerising.
It’s still early, the only people making their way toward the main doors are staff, but I know that won’t last long. With only an hour before school starts, there will be students getting ready for the final day of their week.
A fresh bolt of nerves shoots through me as I think of just a handful of those students.
Thankfully, they’ll spend their days in the sixth form building. I just have to hope and pray that I never have to venture over there.
With my eyes locked on the biggest set of double doors I think I’ve ever seen, I keep moving. My feet hurt and my back aches with everything I’m carrying. It’s something I’m going to have to get used to if I’m going to spend the rest of the school year here. That or I’m going to need to invest in a bike.
I almost snort a laugh as I picture myself cycling up the driveway amongst the expensive cars.
Really, it’s hardly a surprise they never let student teachers in. I can only imagine that their members of staff are fully vetted to ensure they’re the right calibre of person to teach the darling children of the city’s—hell, the world’s—elite.
I step through the doors with blood rushing past my ears and immediately focus on a woman sitting behind a small window to welcome visitors.
Her eyes find mine, a soft smile playing on her lips as I approach.
“Good morning,” she says, thankfully without any judgement in her voice.
I don’t belong in a place like this. I know this, and despite the new clothes Jodie insisted I buy yesterday, I’m pretty sure the receptionist knows it on first sight too.
“How can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m Brianna Andrews. I’m meeting Mrs. Hendrix.”
“Perfect timing,” a soft female voice says from behind me. “But please, call me Melissa.”
Spinning around, I find a beautifully dressed woman clutching a laptop and a textbook to her chest.
The second I look into her eyes, I relax.
She’s not the stuffy old matron I feared, but a kind, soft-looking mentor that I suspect I’m going to need during my time here.
“Hi,” I squeak. “I’m Bri… Brianna.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Brianna. I have to say, I’m excited to have a student to work with. It’s been a number of years since I’ve had the chance.”
With a quick thank you to the woman sitting behind the reception, Melissa gestures for me to move toward another set of doors.
“I’ll give you a very brief tour before we get started. I don’t know about you, but I could do with a coffee before we dive into the serious stuff.”
I release a huge breath I didn’t realise I was holding at her mention of coffee.
“Yes, please.”
“Brianna,” she says softly. “There is no reason to be nervous. Knight’s Ridge is going to be a fantastic place to spend the final weeks of your training.”
