Ruthless Sinner: A Dark College Bully Romance, page 7
“Hey, are you okay?” I asked over the music.
The white-haired girl looked up and gave me a kind smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“Yeah, I’m alright. Are you okay?” She had a sweet voice, but I couldn’t quite pinpoint where her accent was from.
“I live here and I didn’t even know this party was going on,” I chuckled, to lighten the mood.
The girl laughed and took a sip of her drink. “Oh really? It’s a nice place. My roommate told me to come with her. I didn’t know it was happening until like 30 minutes before.” She nodded at a girl making out with a ginger haired guy near the door. “I’m Willow, by the way.”
“I’m Grace.”
We both smiled at each other and walked back over to the drinks table. As Willow and I got to talking about what courses we were doing and if we knew anyone at the party, her voice started lightening up a bit. I wanted to ask her what had made her so upset earlier, but knew better than to pry. I’d gotten into enough trouble already because of that.
“So, are you on the prowl tonight?” I teased. I raised my cup up to Willow before I took a sip.
Willow shook her head and her eyes darted to the corner of the room where the sofas had been moved to. I followed her gaze and noticed that Elijah was sitting in the corner with Nate and their other friend, Tristan, who I’d never spoken to before but only seen at parties.
“You got your sights set on one of them?” I asked. This time, my voice was a bit more guarded.
Obviously, Nate was going out with my best friend, but I had no reason to feel protective of Elijah. He was nothing more than my roommate and a nuisance. Nothing more.
“No, I just…” Willow ran her hand through her shocking white hair and sighed heavily. “Maybe I think Tristan’s kind of cute, but I’m not going to do anything about it.” She forced a laugh. Willow nudged me and gave me a pointed look. “What about you, Grace? Who are you after?”
I tore my gaze away from Elijah’s corner and positioned myself so that my back was facing him and I couldn’t betray myself by looking his way.
“I’m just here to have a good time,” I said honestly.
“I’d love a second chance at that.” Willow shrugged.
When the music changed, our eyes lit up with excitement as we recognised the song and before I knew it, we were on the makeshift dance floor, shaking our hips to the beat.
All thoughts of work, my parents, Elijah, his dark secret, and all the other bullshit that had been going on completely left my mind as I drank, danced, and sang with Willow.
9
ELIJAH
“We haven’t heard from you in ages, man,” Tristan punched me in the side and I winced.
“I’ve been busy,” I said. I’d known that my absence at group hangouts was bound to come up again at some point, but that didn’t mean I was any more prepared.
“How are you liking your new place?” Nate asked. He leaned back on the couch and took a long swig of his beer.
“I thought you were the worst flatmate imaginable,” I said with a wolfish grin. “But now I live with Grace.”
“No fucking way,” Nate chuckled.
“Don’t pretend that you didn’t know.”
“Okay, fair enough, Violet might have let it slip, but she didn’t say much.” Nate held up his hands in mock surrender, but his eyes flashed with mischief.
“Is it that bad?” Tristan asked before he snorted something off the back of his phone.
I grimaced as he shook his head. I still couldn’t get why he was obsessed with that nasty stuff. From the moment I’d met him during fresher’s week, it seemed like he was always on something. But that was his business and the more I stayed out of it, the more he’d hopefully stay out of mine.
A cheer went up near the speakers and I couldn’t help but look over. When I noticed Grace dancing there with a girl that had long white hair, I felt my chest tighten.
Speak of the fucking she-devil.
I felt Nate nudge me in the ribs and I watched Tristan’s eyes light up with glee.
“That’s her, right?” asked Tristan.
“The very one,” Nate replied.
I shook my head as I took in her outfit. The little bitch had gotten fully dressed up in a slinky black dress that clung too tightly to her curves and begged to be ripped off. I clawed at the sofa as my eyes trailed up her lean legs and lingered on her exposed cleavage before I found my way to her face.
The sight of Grace’s face with her plush lips and wide eyes made me hard and hateful. I’d thrown the party to piss her off, not so that she could have a fucking fun time. I wasn’t even having a fun time, so there was no way in hell that she was going to.
I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she shook her hips and danced with the other girl. She looked like she was having the time of her life. Meanwhile, I was struggling to chill out, knowing that I had a guy held captive in a storage unit that Grace knew about.
“So you’re telling me you haven’t hit that?” Tristan asked way too loudly.
I tore my gaze away from Grace and kicked him in the shin, but that did nothing to stop him. Clearly, whatever drugs he was taking had already had an effect on his brain and pain receptors.
“Nate, c’mon, you’ve got to agree with me. If you were living with Grace, wouldn’t you-” Tristan was getting loud and obnoxious and I could tell that even Nate was getting sick of his shit.
“Dude, that’s my girlfriend’s best friend,” he snapped. “But I think you should be all over her, Elijah,” Nate said, shooting me a wink.
“You guys are fucking idiots,” I grumbled. I took a sip of my drink, the same one I’d been holding all night.
“You’re only saying that because you’re not drunk enough,” Tristan said.
He grabbed a bottle of tequila and was about to upend it in my cup, but luckily enough; I was quicker and could grab it out of his hand before he could start pouring.
“The fuck man? This is your party and you’re currently being a massive bummer,” he said.
“Yeah, what’s up with you? Why are you not drinking?” Nate chimed in.
I clenched my fists so tightly that I was close to drawing blood. I’d thrown the party to piss off Grace and to get the guys off my back for being antisocial, and now I was under scrutiny, which was the last thing I needed.
“You must be blind because I am drinking,” I said, pointedly holding up my cup. Nate raised an eyebrow and gave me a look that said I’m not stupid. I shrugged and took a long sip, only if it was to make a point.
I’d filled my cup up with mostly mixer so there was no fear of getting too drunk. The last time I’d been drunk, I’d let my guard down and made a selfish mistake that I knew I’d spend every day of my life atoning for. I wouldn’t let that happen again.
“Maybe you need something to take the edge off.” Nate nodded towards Tristan, whose face lit up instantly.
“What do you want, man? I’ve got downers, uppers-”
“I want to take a piss,” I said, cutting him off.
I stood up from the sofa and made my way through the throng of people that were dancing in the living room. A few girls that I recognised from the parties that Nate and Tristan had thrown in the past tried to make intentional eye contact with me, but I ignored them.
My hand had barely wrapped around the bathroom door handle when I heard someone clear their throat behind me. I turned and looked down to see Grace standing behind me, a smug expression on her face, her cleavage inviting my tongue to explore it…
“I’m surprised that you have enough friends to throw a party,” said Grace.
How was she speaking to me so confidently after what I’d done to her at the pool? After I’d threatened her multiple times and hung her lacy underwear all around the apartment? I eyed Grace’s stature and deduced that she had to be drunk, or at the very least tipsy. The way she’d been practically hiding in corners and avoiding me since the pool incident told me that the only way she could talk to me could not be without liquid courage.
“I’m surprised that you don’t look like a tramp for once,” I replied.
Even though the insult wasn’t true, both Grace and I knew that her choice to wear sweatpants every day wasn’t a stylistic choice.
Grace’s face screwed up, and she narrowed her eyes at me. Clearly, I’d gotten to her.
“I’d rather look like a tramp than-”
“Than what?” I challenged her. Grace and I were face to chest, and I found it amusing how much I dwarfed her.
“Whatever, you’re not worth it,” she scoffed as she turned to walk away. But I had other plans. I grabbed Grace’s arm and pulled her towards me.
“Let me go, I want to dance,” Grace whined.
I ignored her and dragged her into her room. The couples in the hallway were too drunk and too obsessed with each other to care about us. Once we’d gotten into Grace’s room, I shut the door behind me.
“Ha ha, very funny. Now let me out,” said Grace.
I crossed my arms over my chest and gave her an unrelenting look. Grace crossed her arms and mimicked my stance and expression. Even though she was trying to challenge me, I couldn’t help but notice how fucking good she looked in her dress and heels.
Why couldn’t she wear more stuff like that around the apartment? Her presence would be a hell of a lot more bearable if she did.
As if she could sense my thoughts, Grace took a step back towards her bed, trying to put as much distance between us as possible. I didn’t blame her. The last time we’d been this close, I had wrapped my hand around her throat while she’d threatened to spill my secret. Grace deserved to be afraid.
“That’s right, sit on the bed like a good little girl,” I purred.
“Elijah, stop, it’s not funny,” Grace breathed as I took a few steps towards her. She fell onto the bed in her haste to get away from me, and I couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of her lying down. The way that her dress rode up her thick thighs was hard to ignore.
Fuck.
Grace gasped, her hand flying to her dress as quick as a flash- but not quick enough. I’d seen the flash of her lacy underwear, and it had been enough to set me into a trance.
With her eyes wide and lips parted, Grace looked like a meal that I had to devour in its entirety. If she knew the depths of the grotesque fantasies that flitted through my mind every time she walked past me in her shorts or towel, then she would be nothing short of afraid. Even more afraid than she already was.
“Elijah,” Grace breathed, and I barely heard her over the sound of my racing heart.
Sickness. That was the only thing it could be described as, the thing charging through my veins. It was sickness that possessed me in that moment and led me to pounce on Grace before she could even think about moving away from me.
“Ow,” Grace cried as I pinned my arms above her head.
I pressed myself flush against her and scanned her face for any signs of struggle. Grace’s expression went from fear to lust to anger in seconds. And I loved every single moment.
My eyes dropped to her mouth once again, and I felt my cock twitching in my pants at the thought of all the possibilities.
“Get on the floor,” I snapped.
Grace narrowed her eyes at me and pursed her lips. “I thought you wanted me on the bed like a good little girl?” she said in a mocking voice.
I flashed Grace a cruel smirk and dragged her off the bed, her arms flailing as she tried to fight against me. There was no use. I easily pushed Grace to her knees.
“Happy?” Grace glowered at me.
Even though the look on her face suggested that she’d be happy to witness my murder, my cock had other ideas. Having her face so close to my crotch made it hard to think straight, made it hard to think about anything at all that didn’t concern Grace.
Grace’s body, Grace’s mouth, her eyes, her perfect cheekbones. All of it. I had to have it. I had to own it. I felt like I’d stepped out of my body as I pulled down my zipper and took my erect cock out of my pants.
“Elijah, no…” Grace whimpered as her eyes landed on my erection. Her eyes widened as she took in my length and I knew from the flush that took over her face that she was imagining it sliding inside of her.
Grace tried to stand up, and I pushed her right back down to the floor where she belonged. I pressed the tip of my cock right up against her perfect pink lips, which she had clamped shut.
Grace shook her head and gave me a pleading look. Her eyes darted around her room, probably to see if there was anything she could use to assist her escape.
“Don’t you dare think about anything except putting this all in your mouth,” I breathed.
Grace whimpered, her lips still firmly shut, and in the spur of the moment, I wrapped her pink hair around my hand and gave it a good pull. Grace’s mouth flew open in pain at the sudden movement, which gave me the perfect opportunity to thrust my dick into her mouth.
Pleasure shot through my body at the sensation of Grace’s warm mouth. The sight of her struggling against my grip on her hair and my length in her mouth gave me a sick satisfaction that I couldn’t even comprehend.
“Stop squirming and suck,” I ordered her.
I held Grace’s scared eyes with my own. The flicker of innocence I saw there was something I wanted to break, something I needed to destroy.
“Suck my fucking cock or I’ll make you regret it.”
The animalistic side of me was out and in full force, and I was in no mood to play. Like the good submissive girl I knew she was, Grace relaxed her mouth and started sucking on my cock gently.
“Good girl,” I moaned as I wound her hair tighter around my hand. “Now use your hand to pleasure me as well.”
Grace started jerking me off as she sucked me. Meanwhile, my hips started bucking involuntarily.
“If only you put your mouth to good use like this all the time,” I purred as I grabbed one of Grace’s breasts through her dress.
She narrowed her eyes at my comment, even though a hint of pleasure flitted across her face.
“You like being touched here, don’t you?” I breathed as I slipped my hand into her dress. Grace moaned when my hand met her warm skin and pebbled nipple.
Something about her moans and the fact that she was enjoying it too much made me tear my hand out of her dress. It wasn’t about Grace; it was about dominance and the record needed to be set straight. There couldn’t be any confusion about that.
I grabbed onto the sides of Grace’s face and fucked her mouth until I could feel my orgasm building. As tears streamed down her face and the moans continued to escape her throat, my balls begged to be emptied.
“Fuck!”
I braced myself for the orgasm that threatened to take over my whole body. As my cum left my balls, I thrust myself deeper, harder and faster into Grace’s mouth. The sight of her choking on my cock sent my ego into overdrive. I liked a girl that couldn’t back down from a challenge, and Grace seemed to be the queen of that.
“You better swallow every drop,” I growled, shuddering as the last bit of my load came shooting out.
I need to push her to her limits, to see how far she’s willing to go. I needed to break her down so much that she wouldn’t even dare to tell anyone about what she saw.
I’d saved up a lot of cum, specifically for a moment like this, and Grace had been the perfect target. I pulled myself out of her mouth and refastened my pants, a smirk on my face as I noticed the cum dribbling down Grace’s chin.
“Every single drop, don’t you dare make a mess now,” I cooed.
Grace shot me evils and to my surprise she tilted her head back and swallowed what was left of my load.
Fucking hell, as if she could get any hotter.
“Are you happy now? Do you feel like more of a man?” Grace said coldly.
I blinked at her as I tried to comprehend what she’d said. Her words had wiped away the pleasure and satisfaction I’d felt sheer moments before. I hated her for taking that away from me.
“What? Don’t know what to say?”
Grace looked up at me through tear-stained eyes, eyes that I’d forced her to keep wide open while I’d shoved myself in her mouth.
Grace was still on her knees and looked like she was in complete shock after what had happened. I was just as shocked as she was. I’d dreamt about her submission for consecutive nights, but I would never have been able to anticipate just how delicious it would be.
