Bleed, Little Prey, page 3
“Enough,” Malcolm sighed, setting the chip bag aside with deliberate slowness. He brushed a crumb off his lip. “You clearly don’t know what you’re doing. She should be writhing by now, begging me to let her get off. I’m going to have to show you how it’s done, you useless fuck.”
Kade froze mid-motion, his head lifting slightly as though he hadn’t heard Malcolm correctly. The fact that I couldn’t see his expression was disorienting as hell.
Malcolm turned his attention to me.
“Get up,” he commanded, his voice low and unyielding.
I pushed myself upright, my legs trembling as I stood.
“Get over here and lean over the table. I want you looking at Kade while I make your eyes roll back in your head.”
I obeyed, my pulse hammering in my ears as the weight of his presence pressed down on me. My heart raced, a chaotic mix of dread and anticipation coursing through my veins.
Malcolm’s hands gripped my thighs, spreading them wide with a forcefulness that left no room for argument.
Kade stared at me, his arms crossed, jaw working through the hole in his mask.
“Don’t look away,” Malcolm warned. “Watch and learn while I do what you were supposed to.”
He slapped one of my ass cheeks with his gladiator strength, then the other, hard enough to make me yelp at the sting. I glared at him over my shoulder, the anger bubbling in my chest only fueling the fire burning within my core.
His fingers slipped between my legs, teasing against the sudden slickness there. “Just that got her dripping for me.”
The room felt impossibly hot, the tension thick enough to choke on, as Malcolm gripped my left hip. His other hand slid beneath me, tilting my pelvis upward.
“Don’t you dare take your eyes off us, Jones,” Malcolm said, his voice a low growl as he positioned himself at my entrance, pressing against me with deliberate slowness. “Look at my face. Look at how good it feels when I take her. If you’d ever make me even the slightest bit happy, this could be me fucking you.”
Kade’s silence was deafening as Malcolm pushed inside me, filling me with forceful precision that left no doubt who was in control.
The stretch was immediate, sharp, and all-consuming, and I spread my arms out to grab the edges of the table. Every nerve in my body lit up, the intensity leaving me breathless as Malcolm set an unrelenting rhythm behind me.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” I hissed.
He reached around and began working my clit.
Kade’s head turned towards me and then away, as if his gaze beneath the mask was shifting from Malcolm’s face to mine and back again.
“Goddamn, you feel so good,” Malcolm said with a groan.
His pace slowed, his thrusts becoming calculated and deliberate, each one sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body. How did he have so much restraint?
I gasped, the sound cutting through the charged air as my hands scrabbled for purchase along the edge of the table, the cold wood beneath my tits and stomach only making his heat more…hot.
I hated how much I wanted this. How much I wanted him.
My thoughts blurred, tangled between the reminder that Malcolm was a vampire—and an unholy prick—and the reality of how good he was.
A moan slipped past my lips before I could stop it. “Malcolm, yessssss.”
“That’s my girl,” Malcolm murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rumble.
The resentment and frustration rolling off Kade was palpable, and I swore I could hear the strain in his breaths as he fought to keep himself in check. The clack of his teeth as he clenched his jaw tighter.
I should have felt embarrassed—humiliated even—when I realized I was humping Malcolm’s hand while he fucked me, all while Kade watched. But I didn’t. My body wanted what it wanted, and there was no room for anything but pleasure as I arched and writhed against Malcolm, my every cell attuned to his touch.
“That’s right, baby.”
I bit my lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill out as I began to do just what he’d ordered.
“Don’t hold back. Let him hear you.”
I whimpered, the sound half muffled, and my hands curled into fists against the table. “I…”
The pressure mounted inside me. My body trembled under Malcolm’s expert touch, his expert cock. I’d been fucked…a lot…but as much as I was loath to admit it, no one had ever filled me quite like this.
“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I babbled as the spasms started.
“This is what it’s supposed to look like when you make someone lose control,” Malcolm said to Kade, then sharply to me, he added, “Not yet, Tuesday. You don’t come until I say so.”
But I was losing control. If I didn’t come, I would die. There was no option C.
Malcolm suddenly pulled out.
I cried out, my eyes actually filling with tears at the sudden emptiness.
“Do not touch yourself,” he told me as he stomped over to Kade, pulled him out of the chair like he was a rag doll, and shoved him towards me. “If you can’t finish her now, you’re more hopeless than I could’ve ever imagined. Fuck her! Now.”
“Please,” I begged. Kade, Malcolm, I didn’t know.
I was so desperate for release at that point, I would’ve begged to be gang-banged by every damn flying monkey in the Wizard of Oz if it was an option.
Then it was Kade who was fucking me, and each thrust felt like he’d rather it be a knife plunged into my heart than his cock in my pussy. Like he was punishing me the way Malcolm was punishing him.
And as his fingers dug painfully into my hips, I came harder than I’d ever come in my life.
“Are you happy now?” Kade demanded with one last brutal thrust.
My pussy spasmed, as if trying to hold on to him while he pulled out.
“I’ll be happy when you’re out of my fucking face,” Malcolm said. “Don’t even speak to me for the next week.”
“But—”
“Want me to make it the next two weeks?”
Kade shot me a look of pure hatred I could feel even if I couldn’t see his eyes, and then he slunk out of the kitchen.
Once I was sure he was out of earshot, I asked, “What was the point of all that? He would’ve made me come when he was going down on me if you’d given him time and maybe let him take off that ridi—”
“I don’t have to give anyone anything. And the point is that he’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants. And so will you.” Malcolm stared at me for a long minute. “It really is unfortunate that you don’t have a pretty face, though. By the way, your desperate cunt is dripping Kade’s cum all over the floor. Better clean that up before Connor sees.”
Chapter Four
He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants. And so will you.
The undeniable truth of Malcolm’s words haunted and taunted me.
I’d been so desperate for cock that I’d not only fucked a vampire—without screaming at the top of my lungs, “Holy shit, vampires are real!”—but I’d fucked the guy who’d sexually assaulted me and threatened my life days before.
And damn, I’d enjoyed it.
You’d think, as twisted as it was, that a girl’s first threesome would keep her sexually satiated, but nope. After last night with Malcolm and Kade, I felt like a pumpkin who’d had its guts scooped out. Empty. Desperately empty.
Addiction ran in my veins. I’d discovered my drug of choice, and I was in need of my next fix.
I raced back to the apartment, the blessedly empty apartment, between classes and did what I’d like to think anyone in my situation would do—I snuck a cucumber from the fridge, hightailed it to my bed, and crawled under the covers.
I was wiggling out of my panties when—
A phone rang.
For an irrational second, hope surged through me. A phone! My phone? Could it be—
But no.
This was an old-school, attention-demanding jangling.
Once, twice, three times.
Incessant and persistent and trill as fuck, nagging at me like an ignored chore.
I willed it to stop so I could…continue my less conventional method of veggie consumption. Damn it all to hell. I needed something inside me now. But the noise was relentless, hacking through the silence of the apartment with the persistence of a woodpecker on the world’s last tree.
“Fine!” I groaned, throwing the covers off in a dramatic flourish with one hand, still clutching my organic dildo in the other.
I got out of bed and stomped out of my room, my feet slapping, agitated, against the gleaming hardwood as I traced the irritating noise to its source—a landline. An actual, from the 1980s, rotary relic in Connor’s room.
Connor.
Where was Connor?
He hadn’t been in the apartment last night, but…
Why did I give a fuck? I shouldn’t, but something about his absence troubled me, tugging at me like a dream I badly wanted to recall slipping just out of reach.
I snatched the receiver up and barked into the mouthpiece, agitation lacing my voice, “What?”
Then I inhaled and was instantly nose-drunk from the scent of him. Smoky cedar, rain, and sin.
I glanced at his bed but pushed the thoughts out of my head. My life was already in danger, without me fucking myself with a cucumber in Connor’s bed. But damn, the thought of getting off while wrapped in his sheets, his intoxicating scent suffusing the air, pretending it was him inside me…
I sniffed again, growing heady. Why do jackasses always smell so good, like it’s a law of physics or something?
And…why was every cell in my brain suddenly working together to envision an anatomically possible position for me to take Malcolm, Kade, and Connor at the same time?
Can a person be eaten alive by their own horniness?
“Are you there? Hello? HELLO!” a voice shrieked into my ear.
I recognized that voice. This was a horror flick, and my entire libido was the first victim.
Ms. Tissdale.
“Tuesday, are you there?”
“I’m here,” I sighed.
Unfortunately.
“Dean Bennett requires your presence in his office immediately,” Ms. Tissdale informed me.
And, just like that, my libido was alive and thriving again.
For a second, I actually smiled. Xander’s office meant Xander’s scent, his voice, his maddening ability to be both infuriating and irresistible. A fresh hit of whatever the hell he was made of.
“On my way,” I said.
Memories of the last time I was in Xander’s office flared in my mind. My knees slung over his shoulders, his face buried between my thighs, his tongue making me writhe…
I hung up the phone, dropped the cucumber into the refrigerator, and all but sprouted wings and flew out of the apartment. I found myself running to the administrative building, blowing past Ms. Tissdale’s desk in the reception area, and bursting into Xander’s office without waiting for anyone to tell me it was okay to go inside.
I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to beg for me.
But I couldn’t wait.
His mouth, his hands weren’t enough.
Malcolm and Kade weren’t enough.
Today was going to be the day I fucked my man.
I deserved that much, didn’t I? One thing in this godforsaken mess of a life to go my way.
“Good, you’re here.” He rose to his feet, looking sexy as ever in his gray suit and speaking in a stern tone I couldn’t wait to hear bossing me around in bed.
His bed.
I shut the door behind me, quickly flicking the lock. The blinds on the hallway window were already closed, saving me a few seconds.
I strode over, leaned provocatively over the side of his desk with my ass in the air, and flipped my skirt up.
“Oh, Dean Bennett. Is this a disciplinary meeting because you’ve heard what a bad girl I am? Why don’t you give me the spanking I so obviously—”
He was not amused. Or at least, he pretended not to be. With an almost theatrical clearing of his throat, he pointed to the chair across from his desk. The chair I’d sat in while he ate me out, his facial hair rubbing oh-so-nicely against my inner thighs.
“Sit down, Ms. Dare,” he barked, his blue eyes flashing.
“Ms. Dare, huh? Somebody’s feeling kinky.” I reached out to tease his arm with my fingertips, but he grabbed my hand and tossed it away.
“I’m not playing with you, Geulia.”
I smirked. “Well. That’s a damn shame, isn’t it? You’re so good at playing with—”
“Geulia,” he said, and his voice had a bite in it that kept me from doing what I wanted to do.
Marching across the room, through the third door, the door I now knew led directly to his apartment. Displaying myself for him on his bed and refusing to get up until he gave in and railed me raw.
Panic surged through me. Was he going to say what had happened between us was a mistake? Even worse, was he about to declare that it wouldn’t—couldn’t—happen again?
No.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Reluctantly, I straightened up, letting the fabric of my skirt fall back into place, and plopped down into the chair, crossing my legs and arms.
“What’s up?” I asked as casually as possible, but whatever he said next, I didn’t hear it.
It was like a memory had grabbed me by the neck and was choking me. The memory of the last time I’d sat in this chair.
Not of Xander’s skilled tongue making me come so hard I’d blacked out, but before that…
“What time was it when you ate me out?” I blurted.
He blinked at me. “For starters, please lower your voice, and I don’t, as a matter of fact, know the precise minute, but—”
“What time of day was it, Xander?”
“Late afternoon. It was late afternoon,” he said.
I nodded. That made sense.
Afterwards, he’d taken me to his bed, where I’d slept all night and woke the next morning.
Except…
It hadn’t been late afternoon. It had been morning.
I didn’t know how I knew or why it was important, but I was certain of it.
I’d come to Xander’s office in the morning.
Which meant I hadn’t just slept all night afterwards… I’d lost practically twenty-four hours.
“Geulia?” he prompted.
You came by to check the lost and found for your phone and just popped in to say hi, I think. But things…escalated, he’d told me.
But that wasn’t right either.
I hadn’t wanted him to know I’d lost my phone. If he knew I’d lost my phone, he knew I’d lost all my leverage over him, so why the hell would I have…
You didn’t, a little voice in the back of my head whispered.
Trust no one, Mom’s note had said. Not trust no one except Xander.
Trust no one.
When had I come to his office and, more importantly, why?
And how exactly had things escalated?
And why, for fuck’s sake, couldn’t I remember?
“Geulia!” Xander’s lips pressed into a tight line, his knuckles whitening as they clenched the edge of his desk.
The heat in his gaze wasn’t the lustful kind I’d been hoping for when I raced across campus. No, this was pure, cold anger—the sort of intensity that promised no mercy if I stepped too far out of line.
He ran a hand through his dark hair. “Tell me what happened in the library.”
I hesitated because a lot had happened in the library, and I wasn’t sure what he was—
“Connor told me. You were sexually assaulted on my campus, and you didn’t see fit to report it to me immediately?” he demanded.
Connor.
“Well, I…” I faltered.
The library.
Standing outside the library.
Talking to Connor.
No, not just talking…
We’d been arguing.
My gaze landed on the bruise on my knuckles.
Had I hit Connor?
My pulse revved in my chest.
Had I hurt Connor?
“Why didn’t you report what happened to me, Geulia?” Xander asked again, both the way he worded the question and the tone in his voice softer.
“I…I don’t know,” I admitted, because the only truth I could think of was that Connor had vowed to protect me.
Connor had been following me around like a shadow ever since it happened, making sure I was safe.
Except…
He wasn’t anymore.
When was the last time I’d even seen him?
“You didn’t think, as the dean of this college, I needed to be informed?” Xander asked. “It’s my duty to protect the students here. There are procedures that must be followed and—”
“Could you not just, I don’t know, hug me and ask me if I’m okay?” I clenched my fists, feeling the heat of my own frustration rising to meet his.
“You’re not okay!” He slammed his hand down on the desk, making me jump. “From this moment forward, you are not to leave that apartment without an escort. Either Malcolm or Kade will accompany you at all times. Everywhere you go.”
I shook my head. “No…”
“This is non-negotiable,” he said through gritted teeth.
“But Malcolm… Kade… They’re…”
“They’re what?”
“Obnoxious,” I said. “They’re obnoxious.”
And dangerous, I thought. Kade was the one who’d attacked me. Malcolm was a fucking vampire.
But the words stuck in my throat like they were wrapped in barbed wire.
Trust no one. Trust no one. Trust no one.
“What about Connor?” I asked.
Connor had already been doing what Xander was now mandating Malcolm and Kade do. But why had he stopped?
Xander’s fierce expression didn’t change. “Connor has other responsibilities.”
“Other responsibilities?” I repeated. “Like what? Flirting with Ms. Tissdale?” I shook my head before he could reply. “Then you can be my bodyguard. It’s your duty to protect the students of Whispering Ivy, isn’t it?”
