Sick Boys: Chapter 24

She nods after a moment, so I lower my hand to her neck and grip her throat instead.

“Good girl.”

I can feel the goose bumps erupt on her skin, and it makes me grin like a motherfucker.

“You like doing as you’re told,” I muse, my tongue dipping out to lick the rim of her ear. “Don’t you, Penelope?”

“Fuck you,” she hisses back. “I only came here because I need answers.”

“Oh, so that’s why you whimper so loudly,” I muse.

She blushes and spits back, “That’s not—”

Suddenly, she kicks back and hits me right in the nut sack.

Fuck.

I groan in pain and release her from my grip, barely able to stay upright.

Still so fucking fiery …

But I’ll fuck the fire right out of her.

“You deserved that,” she growls.

“For what?” I grip my package and ignore the pain, tilting my head at her. “Giving you the best orgasm you’ve ever had in your entire fucking life?”

She grinds her teeth, but her anger can’t hide the flush on her cheeks. “Stop.”

“Why?” I step closer. “Does it make you feel bad to know you got off while being degraded?”

“I didn’t do shit,” she rebukes.

“No, your body did the talking for you,” I retort.

“The only reason I let you do that is so you would help me. When are you going to hold up your end of this deal we made?”

“When it suits me,” I reply.

“That’s convenient,” she spits back.

She moves behind the table, but it won’t be enough to stop me. “Are you afraid of me?”

“You’re literally danger personified,” she says. “This is self-preservation.”

I grumble. “Danger personified … corny nickname.”

“I didn’t come here to joke around,” she says.

“Then why did you?”

“You fucking left me hanging from a tree.” Her voice is laced with the kind of rage that gets me going.

I clutch the table from the other end. “You freed yourself.”

“You should be happy someone actually fucking found me.”

A smirk forms on my face. “Someone?”

She sucks in a breath. “Don’t even try.”

“But you did get away,” I point out.

“No thanks to you.” She folds her arms and leans back against the bookcase behind her. “How long were you going to leave me there? Hours? Days?”

I lick my lips and release the table. “As long as I deemed necessary.”

She stays put while I continue to walk toward her.

“For what?”

Even when I’m right in front of her, she doesn’t flinch. “To get it through your skull …” I lean over her, planting my hand against the shelf, and tap her forehead. “That your body is mine to do with what I fucking what, whenever I want.”

She swallows. “What about the others?”

“They follow my lead,” I say.

“So you’re in charge.” She tilts her head. “Then you can tell Alistair to give me my fucking diary back.”

So. He told her.

“No,” I retort.

“That diary wasn’t a part of the deal we made.”

I grab her chin and make her look at me. “Anything you own is now mine.”

Her eyes twitch. “You’d better give me a good reason not to stab you right here, right now.”

Fuck. There it is. That’s the fucking fighter I’m looking for.

The one I want to force on her knees, bend over and fuck until she screams my name.

“So many knives for such a small girl,” I say. “I’d almost think you have a knife kink.”

“Have you looked in the mirror recently?” she retorts, her eyes briefly skimming over the patch still on my arm. “You love pain, don’t you?”

“You have no idea.” My thumb touches her lip, and I slowly drag it down to see them part. “Especially when I dish it out.”

I tip up her chin until she finally looks at me.

“You’re fucked up,” she lisps.

“Thanks for the compliment.”

“You’re welcome.” So fucking snarky too. “Now are you going to keep up your end of the deal and help me?”

“I never said I wouldn’t,” I reply. “But I also never specified when.”

“When?”

I clutch her face with one hand. “When you’re done satisfying me.”

Her face contorts, and she spits in my face.

Fuck.

Raunchy.

Just the way I like it.

I wipe it off slowly, making sure I get everything before I pinch her cheeks so hard she can’t stop her lips from parting. And I push my fingers inside. “I told you I would make you swallow that next time.” I push until I reach the end of her throat, and she gurgles. “Take it like a good fucking slut.”

When her eyes begin to water, I retract my fingers, and she heaves.

“Fuck you.”

I brush her lips with my thumb. “Maybe I fucking will.”

“I’d rather be fucked by a dead guy,” she replies.

“I can arrange that.”

Her face goes as white as snow. “Wha—”

“I kept all the masks from Halloween. So a mask kink too?” I grab her and pull her away from the books, then shove her against the table, pushing her face-down onto the desk. “I knew I’d found the right girl.”

“Get off me,” she hisses.

I hold her wrists tightly against her back while I lean over her. “You’re mine, remember? And I will do with your fucking body whatever I damn well please.”

I don’t back out of a deal, and it’s about time she learned what that means.

I rip through what’s left of her jeans, making one big hole in the back.

“What the f—we’re in a library!”

I hold a finger in front of my mouth. “Quiet.” With that same finger, I push aside her panties and circle her clit. She jolts up and down on the table, her eyes widening when she turns to look at me. “Unless you want them to hear you moan.”

I flick her clit with one hand and hold her down with the other, watching her face slowly unravel before me. And fuck me, is it the best sight in the world.

I knew she looked good while being toyed with, but Dylan blocked most of my view on Halloween night. Now I get the full show, and it is fucking marvelous to watch her writhe on this table while I play with her.

I haven’t had this much fun in ages.

Leaning over, I bury my face between her thighs.

She turns her head. “Oh my God, are you actually—”

Her voice is cut off as I thrust my tongue inside her.

Wet fucking pussy, just for me.

I normally wouldn’t give two shits because I could get pussy anytime. But this one right here … It’s forbidden. Off-limits.

And that makes me want it more than anything.

I lick her little swollen nub, spreading her own wetness all over. She tastes like chocolate, rich, mouth-watering, the kind that makes me want to sink in deep. So I bury my tongue inside her crevice while keeping her down with a flat hand on her back.

“Why are you doing this?” she gasps.

I circle her clit until I can hear her breathing pick up. “Because I want to fucking lick this pussy raw until you beg for mercy.”

“Fuck you,” she grits.

“Keep pretending you don’t like being used,” I growl back, and I roll my tongue around her sensitive spots until she begins to squirm on the table. “It only makes me that much harder.”

My bulge strains against the fabric of my pants, desperate to get out and plow through this whore of mine. But first, I’ll bring her to the edge of insanity.

I flick my tongue across her little nub until she practically starts to moan out loud. “Oh God, you gotta stop.”

“Give me one good reason.”

“I can’t hold it,” she lisps.

“Then don’t.” I keep circling her sensitive spot until her whole body starts to quake. “Give me all you’ve got, Pen. Every last fucking drop.”

A strangled moan escapes her mouth, and her pussy explodes with juices. I lap it all up and stick my tongue inside to feel her contract, and fuck me, I could get used to this.

“Again,” I say.

She gasps. “What? No, I can’t—”

I slap her ass.

“Don’t fucking deny me what’s mine, slut,” I growl, and I bury my face between her thighs again. “I want to eat my fucking pussy. Now give it to me.”

“Oh my God,” she murmurs, but her voice is laced with lust.

Hate me, love me, I don’t fucking care, I’m getting what’s mine.

“Call me by my name, Pen.”

“I wasn’t calling you,” she growls back.

“Don’t pray to God when you’re being licked by the devil himself.”

Her legs tighten around me, but I push them apart and dig my nails into her skin so she complies. And I lap her up like there’s no tomorrow, sucking on her until she falls apart again right on top of that fucking library table.

A soft moan escapes her mouth. “F-Fuck …”

She looks spent, like a whore doped out on crack.

Exactly the way I like it.

SLAP!

“Ow!” she growls as I throw a flat hand on her pussy. “What the fuck?”

“Bad pussies need a spanking,” I say.

And she definitely needs a wake-up call.

“Bad pussy?” she parrots.

“You thought I’d let you get away with stabbing me?” I raise a brow. “Not a chance.”

“You just fucking licked m—”

“I took what I wanted from this pussy. And now I want it punished. Easy.”

I spank her ass next, and it has her bumping up against the edge of the table. “Jiggle that ass more, Pen, and I will fucking claim that ass like it belongs to me.”

“What?” she gasps. “You don’t intend to—”

I stick two fingers inside her, and she practically mewls with delight. She swallows her moan back down, but half of it still leaves her mouth like a strangled mess, and it makes my killer heart throb.

“I’ll take your asshole if I want to, whenever I want to,” I say, slowly pushing farther and farther inside until I’m knuckle deep. “Every hole—every orifice—is mine to use and fuck.”

Penelope

“You really are a sick fucker,” I quip, gasping when he suddenly pulls out in one go.

Fuck.

How did I find myself in this position again? Bent over a table, used by a sicko like I’m some kind of fuck doll.

He holds up his fingers in front of my face. Both his fingers are coated with my juices. “Yet you’re wet as can be.”

I’m mortified.

Because I know he’s fucking right. I’m still throbbing from him touching me. And the stone-dead look on his face is aggravating to say the least.

It’s like he doesn’t even care about what he’s doing.

Like all of this is just a game to him.

A game … to see how easily he can break me.

He thrusts in again, stopping my train of thought. All I can focus on is those fingers deep inside me, curling up until he hits the spot that almost makes me want to gyrate against the table.

Fuck. What’s happening to me?

“You’re so fucking wet for me. You really want to be fucked that badly by me, whore?”

I keep my mouth shut. I won’t give him any more reasons to be crueler than he already is.

A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, but it quickly fades.

His dark, soulless eyes home in on mine as he pulls out. “Maybe it’s about time I did.”

He’s not actually thinking of—

His zipper goes down.

“I want to be the first to fuck this pussy raw.” His hand swipes along my slit, rubbing my wetness over my ass. “Or maybe this fucking ass.”

“Pussy,” I quickly respond, begging in my head he won’t pick the other one.

“That desperate, whore?” He slaps my pussy again, and I bite through the pain.

God, he’s such a fucking sadist.

Suddenly, I feel that same piercing against my opening. “Beg.”

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

He grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head back. “Beg and I’ll take your pussy. Now, or I’ll fill up your ass instead.”

There isn’t even any lube. He wouldn’t, right?

Fuck. He’s definitely the kind of guy who would.

“Please,” I say through gritted teeth.

His sunken-in eyes sparkle with desire. “Good girl.”

He thrusts in without warning, without any restraint.

I gasp in shock, almost choking on the moan that follows as I try to keep it in.

He’s huge.

I’ve never felt anything so deep inside me.

Let alone the fact that I can feel all of his piercings, flicking against my insides, and the worst one of them all pushes up against my clit.

On purpose, of course.

He thrusts in and out, and the piercing tickles my most sensitive part again and again. Slowly, at first, but once he picks up the pace, it’s so hard to keep the moans at bay.

He’s fucking me in the library, and I’m literally lying face-down on a table, letting him.

Fuck. What is wrong with me?

I’ve never been this fucking aroused.

“That’s the face. Give me your best, Penelope. I won’t take any less,” he growls, thrusting in and out with fervor.

He fucking knows how to get me going, and I hate it.

I fucking hate how he already seems to know my body better than I do.

“I’m going to fucking fill you up,” he groans. “And you’re going to lay there and take it like a good fucking slut. Got it?”

When I look over my shoulder at him, I notice something from the corner of my eye. A pair of jeans that don’t belong to either of us.

My breathing falters. “Someone’s here. They can see us,” I say.

Mortified, I try to get away, but he pins me to the table.

“So? Let them fucking watch,” he growls back. “I’ll give them a fucking show they’ll remember.”

What? He actually wants to continue with someone looking right at us?

He’s insane. What if they go to the dean?

The jeans suddenly disappear, and I can hear footsteps running down the long hall.

Fuck, they’re definitely going to tell someone.

Out of nowhere, he buries himself inside me to the hilt, making my mouth form an o-shape. And he leans over me to grab my face by my mouth, pushing his fingers behind my teeth like a goddamn leash.

“You thought I cared about giving a little peepshow?” he says through gritted teeth. “Nothing can stop me from using you until I’ve satiated every wicked, fucked-up desire in my head.”

“You’re fucking sick in the head,” I quip.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” he murmurs, and he rams into me so hard I feel like I’m about to break the table.

I can feel every ridge pushing against my walls, making my clit thump with greed. Fuck, I don’t think I can stop another tsunami rolling over me.

“No, no, no,” I mutter.

Too late.

It’s already happening, and I know he feels it because he begins to throb.

A low, rumbling laugh emanates from deep within his chest. “That’s it, slut, break for me.”

And he pounds into me. Three. Two. One.

An explosion of warmth fills me up, and by the time he’s finished, it literally drips out onto the floor.

Fuck, I feel so fucking dirty.

Who even does this in the library?

Him, apparently … but now I do too.

He slaps my ass again, making me jolt up and down.

“You really thought you could resist,” he says. “Not so feisty now, are you, slut?”

He tucks in his cock and steps away.

I get up from the table, defeated, my body still trembling from the onslaught of orgasms. My hand moves between my legs, feeling the wetness he created … as well as the cum drooping down. Fuck. I’ll have to take care of that.

“The least you can do is hand me a wipe,” I say, flipping over so I can actually sit up straight.

“Fuck no.” He invades my space again, only to push my panties right back where they were before, and he rubs it too, reminding me of how aroused I still am. “Keep my fucking cum right there, where it belongs, for the rest of the fucking day.” He leans in to whisper into my ear. “Whenever you sit down, you’ll be reminded of the fact that I fucking own you now.”

I swallow away the lump in my throat. “You gonna physically stop me from wiping it away?”

A hint of a smile tugs at his lips. “I can’t stop you … but I will punish you if I find out you even so much as try.”

I suck in a breath.

He adds, “So fuck around … and find out.”

Then he turns around and saunters off, aloof as fuck, leaving me completely shaken.

And out of my mind enraged.