Hell House: A Kildale Academy Novel, page 26
“You denied me, Skye.”
“I know.” He places his head against my shoulder, his facial hair stabbing into my skin.
“You pretended like we didn’t happen.” He kisses my collar bone.
“I know.” I whisper, digging my hands into his dark hair, scraping my nails as I go.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t walk out of here right now.”
“Because.” My eyes flutter close as he kisses up my neck. Heat spreading to my core making me pulse with need, I feel my panties becoming wet with each touch he grants me.
“Because why?”
“Because I want you.” He inhales a sharp breath, like I just stabbed him. He grips my face hard with his two hands and slams his mouth down onto me with a bruising kiss.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
Lukas
I kiss her with everything I have. For weeks I’ve had this fucking ache in me that only she could soothe.
“You’re a lot darker than you let on, Marilyn, and I think that the darkness that lives inside your heart, scares you. But, baby, I’m going to make every dark fantasy you’ve ever had into a reality. I’m going to flay you open until your darkness spills out to meet mine and then I’m going to let you come all over my pierced cock like the good little girl you pretend to be. You do this with me now, and there’s no going back. There’s no pretending like nothing ever happened between us. Do you understand me?”
She nods her acceptance, legs quaking around me as she sits perched on the end of the pool table,
“I’m going to make it so good for you.” I promise her with another kiss making sure to bite into her bottom lip. She moans into my mouth. “You like it like that don’t you? Rough with a hint of tenderness?”
She responds by flicking her tongue over my bottom lip and sucking it right into her mouth.
Goddamn this girl.
“You know how I know you enjoy the same darkness as me?” I ask nipping at her neck and twisting her nipple between my fingers, earning me a gasp. “Anyone could walk in here right now and here you are, bared to me with your breasts on full display.” I lean down and lick her breast with my flattened tongue, biting her pink and puckered nipple. “Mmm, delicious. Are you ready for me?”
“Why don’t you find out?” She taunts. I let out a dark chuckle ready to make this woman mine.
I slip my fingers under her dress and find her fucking bare and shaved. She laughs at my surprise, nipping my lip with her teeth. I let out a groan, sliding my finger into her tight pussy.
God, she’s so tight and wet for me.
I work my hand over her clit as she fucks my finger, riding me as she chases her pleasure. I want to be the one to give that to her. I feel my cock straining against my pants, desperate for her but I will myself to wait. I drop down to my knees opening her legs up for me wider. I use my free hand to spank the inside of her thigh, she moans and I grin. I knew this is what she wanted. I’m filled with a sick sense of satisfaction, wondering what else she’ll let me do to her tonight. I want to fill her up so much that she never forgets who she belongs to. I soothe the spot I smacked with a kiss, licking my way up her smooth legs, pausing at her hip bone.
“Please.” She begs, hips rolling her pussy down onto my hand. I can’t deny her what she asks for so nicely.
“Such a good girl, begging for me.” I lick her clit, rewarding her like the queen she is.
“Such a pretty little cunt.” I say blowing on her slick skin. I work another finger in, stretching her tightness as she drips down my hand. I lick it with a moan. “You taste so good, baby.”
Her legs quack with the need for release. I run my hand up her torso, grabbing her breast as I lay my tongue flat against her clit. She shudders as I lick and suck on her sensitive bud.
“Lukas.” She groans. God, I love hearing my name on her pretty lips. “I need more.”
I stand up, taking her mouth with mine and let her taste her arousal on my tongue.
“How do you want me, Skye baby?”
“Bare.” The word slices through my stomach. I’ve never fucked someone raw. I swallow hard, wanting to give her exactly what she wants. “I’m clean and on the pill.” That’s all it takes for me to snap.
I let her work her fingers down my zipper, freeing me from my briefs. I step out of my pants and line myself up with her entrance. She feels my piercings, lingering at their cool metal tips.
“I’m clean too.” I promise. I haven’t been with anyone since the start of school, and I hadn’t wanted to. I only wanted her. I wanted to know how special she was to me. “I’ve never been like this with anyone. Do you hear me, Skye?”
She nods, “Me either.” Her sincerity wraps itself around my heart. I push in, and we both let out a gasp. I can feel everything, and the sensation is overwhelming. My body shakes as I try to reign in my orgasm that’s building in my spine. My balls squeeze and I can feel my tip leaking as I slam up into her. I lay her back, onto the pool table, rolling the balls out of the way. I sit between her legs, my legs holding my weight off of her as I piston in as deep as I can. I wrap my hand around her slim throat and squeeze. Her eyes go wide with surprise, but she mirrors me, digging her nails into my neck as she constricts her hand around my throat. I let up when her eyelashes begin to flutter while she soaks my cock. She sucks in a greedy breath with a huge fucking grin on her face.
She pushes her heels into my ass trying to control the speed. She moves her hands down my back, her nails rake on the way down, marring up my back with long pleasurable scratches- marking me as hers. I arch into her loving how she moves with me, loving the way she feels against me. She fits perfectly and I never want to stop.
She pushes me, hooking my leg as she takes control, riding me. My back bumps against the balls on the table and my hand grabs onto a pool stick. An idea flashes in my mine. I did promise I would make all of her dark fantasies come true, and I think I know just how to start.
“Do you trust me.” I whisper as she rides my cock, lifting up her hips and taking every single inch into her.
“Yes.” She says kissing my lips without hesitation.
I bring the handle of the pool stick up to my mouth and coat it with my spit. Sucking it into my mouth for lubrication, making sure to run my tongue up the length. Her eyes flash with something that looks like interest, and I tuck that away for later.
I move the stick to her back entrance. She eyes me warily but lets me do as I want. I lick my finger making sure there’s moisture before I work it in to warm her up.
She groans out, picking up her pace. “You like that?” She nods her head enthusiastically.
“More.” she insists.
I grin, pumping up into her. I spread her cheeks, removing my finger and pressing the edge of the pool stick to her opening. I feel the tip of it slide against my cock, making her tight wet pussy even tighter. I go slow, letting her breathe through it.
“Lukas, oh my god. I can’t. I can’t.”
“Breathe, baby.”
Tears gather in her eyes, “It hurts but oh my god it feels so fucking good. Please, Lukas.” I kiss her lips and move the pool stick and my cock in tandem taking her holes up with everything I can.
She clenches down around my aching cock, and I can feel she’s close.
“That’s it baby, come all over my cock like a good girl.” Her whole-body shudders around me and then she’s crying out, squeezing me without abandon as she comes. I’m right behind her, feeling my Lust rise up and slam down on us both. I remove the pool stick and let myself fill her with my hot cum as it shoots out of me. The sensation racks over my whole body and hers as she comes again with a scream.
“Holy shit.” I say into her neck with a kiss. “That was even better than last time. Are you okay?”
She places a kiss on my lips. “More than okay.”
We dress in the dark, exchanging kisses as we stumble back out into the party. I make sure to stash the pool stick where no one will accidentally use it. I grab onto Skye’s hand and drag her through the writhing crowd and push her into our room. I’d be happy to cuddle her or fuck her or even sleep back in my bed if it means I can be near her and call her mine.
“You’re not going to run away again?” I ask as she pulls me to her bed.
“Not a chance.” She says running her fingers up over my tattoos across my chest.
“Good. Then we can go for another round.”
She laughs, pressing herself against me eagerly and just like that, I’m hard again. This girl of mine knew just what buttons to press.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
Emmet
My entire body is sore. I’d blurred the lines last night, giving into my desires. Salem had slipped through my guard, making me want her in a way that made me forget my goals.
That would not be happening again.
No matter how good last night felt, I still needed to lead her down to the cave.
This ends today.
Salem stretches next to me a full smile playing along those sultry lips. I’d done things with her that I’d only entertained in the privacy of my room. I almost felt guilty for what I was about to do. Almost.
I take her face in my hands and kiss her one last time. I wonder if she can sense this is a goodbye because when I pull away a frown graces her beautiful face.
Walker and Pierce are still passed out, their bodies tangled in the bed next to us.
“Good morning.” Salem croaks out, her hair devilishly disheveled.
“Do you want some breakfast?” She nods her head eagerly. Pierce stirs smacking Walker straight in the face with his hand as he stretches.
“Gah! What the fuck. Why is your dick on my leg?” Walker pushes Pierce off the side of the bed and he crashes with a loud boom. Salem laughs into her hands, her green eyes sparkling with mischief.
I retreat to the kitchen leaving them to their last moments of merriment before I pull the rug out from under them. Remembering the box of pie I’d stashed the other day for Salem, I fetch it from on top of the cabinets setting the box down on the counter.
“Oh, bet.” Sloan says, snatching a piece while my back is turned, busy with getting plates.
“Hey! Come on man that’s not… what the fuck? Sloan?”
His face is locked in a silent scream as black veins sprout from his mouth tracing down his throat. He clutches at his chest.
“Emmet, what the fuck? Sloan? SLOAN? Call 911.” Walker catches Sloan before he collapses on the floor.
Skye walks in a scream flying out of her lips. The room erupts into chaos as my hands shake with the plates I was getting for Salem.
Salem.
This box was sent specifically for her.
“It’s not going through!” Skye screams shaking her phone as it beeps uselessly in her hands.
“I’ll drive him. Garrison, give me your keys.” Walker demands, hoisting Sloan’s slumped body over his shoulders.
“I’ll go with.” Garrison agrees, helping Walker out the door as they race him to the car. We hear it peel out of the drive a moment later.
“What happened?” Skye demands, tears streaking down her face.
Salem and Pierce emerge from the room hand in hand. “What’s going on? We heard screaming.” Salem says. “Oh, pie.” I fly across the room, placing my body between her and the pie.
“Don’t!”
“Emmet? What’s going on?” She demands, placing her hands on her hips.
“Sloan ate a bite of that pie before he… he couldn’t breathe. He… his veins. Oh my god. Salem. This pie was addressed to you.”
The room goes silent. Pierce looks murderous, clasping her hand so hard it’s blanching white. Skye is shaking her head back in forth in disbelief.
“What?” Salem’s shaky voice finally asks.
“The box. It was addressed to you.” She shoves me out of the way letting go of Pierce’s hand and grabs the box top.
“This, this can’t be right. It was sent from my Grandmother.”
Dread fills my stomach. The other player on the board. Someone able to conjure claws out of thin air. Someone in attendance at the ball. Someone who wouldn’t want Salem to open the veil.
The dots all click into place in my head right as Headmaster Hayden walks into the kitchen pointing a gun straight at Salem.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
Pierce
Last night was arguably one of the best nights I’d ever had, even if that meant sharing Salem between Walker and Emmet. That all came crashing down the moment I saw the headmaster point a gun straight at the girl who I’ve fallen for. I thought I‘d have more time to whisk her away off the island. Consequences be damned. I planned to take the family helicopter to Seattle, and even had cleared a time with the pilot.
I realize with a pit forming in my stomach that Emmet could have easily tipped off the headmaster with that information. The guy was a tech genius, able to hack into anyone’s business at the swipe of a thumb. I can’t believe how stupid I was to overlook that. After what we’d done with Salem last night, I assumed Emmet was on the same page, but maybe he was just playing us.
The headmaster clicks back the gun. I can hear the shell slide into place, ready to annihilate anyone one the receiving end. He can’t hurt her, he needs her.
Salem stands with her hands raised- her face drained of any color.
“Stop this.” I demand. He scowls at me.
“I wouldn’t have to do this if you had just done your job.” He spits out.
“What is he talking about Pierce?” Her big green eyes fill with tears, and I feel my heart break. I was a fool to think I could hide this from her.
“Yes, Pierce. Would you like to enlighten your little witch about what you did to her? Emmet, tie her hands up. It’s time we take back what’s ours.”
Salem’s eyes whip to Emmet, her head shaking back and forth. “Emmet, no. Please.”
“Sorry, Salem. I need to do this.” He wraps her hands up in a zip tie the Headmaster handed to him. My mind is whirring with thoughts on how to stop this. Salem has tears streaming down her face and I know she could never forgive me. It wouldn’t take much for the Headmaster to swing his gun straight at me, so I need to plan this right.
“Make sure you tie up the others.” He directs Emmet.
“Pierce. What a disappointment. You can still fix this, you know. Join us and I’ll make sure you’re set free.” I don’t trust a word he says, knowing the depths of his cruelty, but if I tag along, maybe I can stop this.
“Oh, wait. That’s right. You’re a traitor. Emmet make sure he’s tied up too.”
Emmet comes around me and tries to take my hands, I shove him hard, which has me looking down the barrel of a gun and my spine straightens. Emmet uses that moment to force my arms behind my back and into a zip tie, making sure to knot my ankles together as well.
“Let’s skip the dramatics, shall we?” The Headmaster growls, a murderous gleam emanating from his eyes.
“P-Pierce.” Salem calls.
“I’m so sorry, baby.”
“Shut up. The two of you. Emmet, grab the girl.” The Headmaster leaves us as Skye lets out a sob.
Emmet snatches Salem up by her arm, to which she responds by spitting on him. I feel a flutter of Pride watching her. He hauls her out of the room, leaving us bound and helpless on the kitchen floor.
I’m coming for you, baby. Don’t you worry.
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
Salem
Emmet’s nails dig into my arm as he drags me down the path behind the house. The figure I’m following is just like the one from my dream. Dark and ominous, decrepit Headmaster Hayden. I hadn’t ever seen his face in the dream, but the way he carried himself fit.
“Why are you doing this to me, Emmet?”
“You’re the key to making my dreams come true little witch.” I flinch at the nickname Pierce had given me. What did the headmaster mean by ‘tell her what you did’? What was Pierce’s involvement in all of this? What did they want with me? My head swims with questions that I have no answers to.
“What do you mean by that? Where are you taking me?” My body pimples with the chilled air. I was wearing nothing but a black cami and matching underwear. I hadn’t even put on shoes before I was being tied up and carted out the door.
They don’t answer, instead they lead me over the path I’d taken not too long ago when I was exploring the cave.
If they were taking me there now, were they the cause of the pentagram in the sand that I had found? What did I have to do with any of this?
“Don’t act like you don’t know why you’re here.” Emmet spits. “I saw the way you wielded that lightning bolt, like it was nothing.” My head snaps to look at him. His jaw is set as he looks ahead with determination.
“I don’t know what you want with me.”
He lets out a humorless laugh.
“Oh Salem. You’re about to change the whole world and you don’t even know it. Did it ever occur to you why someone would want to attack you? To send you poisoned pie?”
I narrow my eyes at him. “What are you saying.”
“Your grandmother. She was behind that.”
I whirl at him, my steps slipping. “Are you out of your mind? Of course, you are. You kidnapped me and tied up our friends after you spent the night fucking me.” The betrayal burns.
“You should be used to people screwing you over by now. You let Pierce fuck you after everything he did.”
“Why do you two keep saying he did something? What did he do?” My bare feet slip again. Each rock feels like a knife to my foot.
