My adamant response has nothing to do with providing Chelsea reassurance and everything to do with the fact that I despise Ava Morrow. A trashy little nobody likeherdoesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as the Kings, let alone have the honor of serving as our Doll.
I don’t want to reward Ava, I want to break her. Ruin her. Slice her open and watch her bleed.
“Okay, then,” Chelsea replies softly, angling her hips toward mine and looping her arms around my neck. “I just care about you, Raf. You and me, we make sense. We’re good together.”
I reach up to grab hold of her wrists, peeling her arms from around my neck. “We’re not together.”
“I’m not so insecure that I need to call you my boyfriend,” she scoffs, suddenly whistling a different tune. She presses a palm against my chest, gazing up into my eyes. “As long as we’re endgame, I don’t care how many skanks you bang along the way. That’s what college is all about, right? You’ve got your freedom and I’ve got mine.”
She’s rubbing up against me now like a doe in heat, sliding her hands down over my abs toward my belt. And as annoyed as I am with her, it seems my rapidly thickening cock has a mind of its own.
“C’mon,” I growl, grabbing her by the elbow again and directing her through the second set of double doors into the library.
A spark of victory ignites in her eyes as she stumbles along with me, all the way back to the accounting section where nobody else ever bothers to wander. I push her against the bookshelf along the rear wall and she throws up her hands to catch herself, gripping onto the wooden shelf. I swiftly press in behind her, kick her knees apart, and reach underneath her dress to yank her panties down her hips.
Chelsea doesn’t complain about my rough treatment. In fact, the only time the spoiled bitchisn’tcomplaining is when she’s taking my dick. I bunch her dress around her waist to bare her little round ass, and she sticks it out further, wiggling her hips in invitation as she darts me a sultry glance over her shoulder. She knows exactly what’s about to happen. This isn’t the first time I’ve fucked her in the library stacks, and it sure as shit won’t be the last.
Fucking helps keep the shadows at bay.
Dropping my backpack to the floor and my hands to my belt, I unfasten it and pop the button on my jeans, reaching inside my boxers to pull out my cock. I’m only at half mast, but it stiffens in my palm as I give it a few lazy strokes, rucking Chelsea’s dress higher up her waist with the other hand. She presses back against me, and I line the broad tip up with her opening, thrusting inside.
I bottom out in a single push, her warm, wet heat pulsing around me. Chelsea may be an insufferable brat, but I can’t deny that the pussy’s good, always slick and ready. She lets out a little moan as I rock back then shove in deeper, compelling me to reach around to cover her mouth with my hand. Digging the fingertips of my other hand into the flesh of her hip, I continue to slam my dick in and out of her tight cunt, setting a punishing rhythm.
Chelsea moans into my palm as I fuck her harder, the quiet slapping of my hips against her ass resonating around us in this abandoned section of the library.
Well, it’susuallyabandoned.
I get a prickling sensation on the back of my neck like I’m being watched, and when I whip my head sideways, my eyes lock with another pair. They’re peeking out at me from over a shelf of books in the next aisle, and I’d recognize those big brown doe eyes anywhere.
Well hello, Ava baby.
I don’t know why Ford’s stupid nickname for my stepsister pops into my head, but suddenly I’m pounding into Chelsea even harder as my gaze remains fixed on Ava’s shocked eyes, wondering just how good her virgin pussy would feel wrapped around me instead.
Would she cry?
Fuck, I love when they cry.
Perhaps most surprising is the fact that Ava doesn’t immediately run off or even look away in embarrassment. She just stares into my fucking soul as I rail Chelsea up against the stacks, her screams muffled behind my palm and my orgasm barreling down on me in record time.
My muscles tense, eyes squeezing shut as I punch my hips forward a final time, groaning through my climax. All my stress melts away in an instant as a wave of unbridled pleasure washes over me, the shadows inside me fleeing.
By the time I catch my breath and open my eyes again, Ava’s gone.
CHAPTER 16
AVA
Not only didI waste the whole weekend studying for classes I’m no longer enrolled in, but to add insult to injury, the campus bookstore is closed on Mondays– meaning I can’t even exchange my textbooks to get the ones I need to study for my new classes. It’s like I’ve had a domino effect of bad luck ever since I went up to the boathouse loft with Wes, and I wish I could go back in time and slap some sense into myself that night instead of falling for his bullshit lines and pretty smile.
After a heated discussion with the Registrar’s office–no, they won’t let me change my schedule back, even though I insist the change was a mistake– I’m told the library has some old editions of textbooks I can check out overnight so I don’t fall even further behind. It’s like putting a band-aid on a bullet wound, but since I’d rather chew glass than ask one of my stepbrother’s asshole friends to borrow their textbooks, I head to the library at the end of the day in hopes that the old editions will at least contain the chapters I need to complete the required reading for tomorrow.
That’s how I end up wandering around the library with a list of call numbers in hand, on the hunt for books to study for classes that I’m not even interested in taking. I’m a little turned around and lost in the maze of stacks when I hear a softclapping sound emanating from the back of the section I’m in. Curiosity gets the best of me, and I’m drawn in like a moth to a flame, creeping closer and peering over the rows of books until I discover exactly where the noise is coming from.
Or rather,who- because there’s a couple actuallyfuckingback here. A normal reaction would be to turn around and get the hell out of dodge, but I find myself momentarily frozen in shock, staring in morbid fascination at the way the big guy with deep olive skin and his pants around his ankles slams into the skinny blonde from behind, holding his hand over her mouth to stifle her screams.
It’s so raw and brutal and shameless that I can’t look away, not even when he turns his head and meets my eyes.
I think some part of me already knew it was Raf. If not from his distinctive body build and head of curly black hair, then from the savage way he’s pounding into the blonde, chasing his pleasure without any respect or regard for the woman beneath him. The way he fucks is just like his personality– harsh and impersonal.
