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FOURTEEN

SABLE

I head toward the restroom, needing a moment to clear my head. Why the fuck would there be a bloodied cross in my textbook? I bought it. Brand fucking new. Just a month ago. I don’t let people borrow it. So, what the fuck is happening?

As I approach the restroom door, I notice a girl leaning against the wall with a smug expression on her face. She’s tall and striking. Her long dark hair is perfectly styled, framing a face that’s both beautiful and intimidating.

“Well, well, well, look who it is,” she drawls, her voice dripping with condescension. “Sable, right? The new flavor of the month for the horsemen, it seems.”

My heart sinks, dread settling in my gut as I realize where this conversation is heading. “Um, sorry, do I know you?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing knot of anxiety in my chest. Everyone on campus seems to be talking about me lately. First, the fight night. Then Silas whisking me away after Asher’s death. It didn’t take long for people to put two and two together.

Still, none of them have touched me... except for Silas. And that kiss.

And Dayton—who finger banged into me.

Fuck.

Vicky’s smirk widens, clearly enjoying my confusion. “Oh, you don’t know me, but I’ve heard all about you,” she says, stepping closer with that same air of superiority. “I’m Vicky. Used to be their girl until the end of last year when they got bored and moved on to the next shiny thing.”

Her words hit me like a slap to the face. “Their girl?” I repeat, the question barely escaping my lips.

“Yeah,” she continues, her tone mocking. “The boys you’re hanging around with? They like to share. Get real cozy, then drop you when someone new catches their eye.”

My throat tightens, my thoughts spinning. Share? Drop? Is that all I am to them?

Before I can even muster a response, Silas appears beside me, his presence solid, intimidating. His jaw clenches, and his eyes are cold, sharp as knives as they fix on Vicky.

“What’s going on here?”

Vicky doesn’t back down immediately, though. She sizes him up. “Oh, just catching up with Sable,” she says, her bravado faltering. “Didn’t realize the boys had moved on so quickly.”

“I think you’ve said enough, Victoria.”

“Full names now, Silas? You always were the proper one.” Her voice wavers, lacking the confidence she had moments ago. “I’ve said my piece. Enjoy playing the latest leading lady.”

She slinks off and disappears behind a bookshelf.

Dayton shows up moments later, panting slightly as he catches up with us, my books in tow. “Sorry, Si,” he mutters, out of breath.

“Sorry, Si?!” I mimic, incredulity lacing my words as I look between them. “Really? What the hell are we doing here, boys?” My eyes narrow, shifting from Dayton to Silas, a fire building in my chest.

Silas grabs my arm, his grip firm but not painful. “She’s just some frat bunny.”

“Will that be me next year?” My voice shakes with anger. “Is that your plan? You four pass me around like some fucking toy, and when you’re bored, you just move on?”

“Come on,” Silas says.

My head snaps back to him. His eyes are wide, searching for any bit of warmth in mine.

I yank my arm from his grip, my heart pounding in my ears. “No, stay away from me. Both of you.” I back away from them, bile rising in my throat as the reality of the situation crashes down on me.

Silas reaches for me again, but I’m done. “Don’t,” I snap, turning on my heel and storming off, the adrenaline coursing through me like a fire in my veins.

Fuck them.

Fuck this.

I see red, not stopping until I am back in Cromwell Hall and inside my dorm. The familiar scent and sight ground me a bit, and I close the door. I need to be alone. Fuck Silas and his need to control me. I will not be used. Not by him, and not by the other three.

It’s sick.

It’s disgusting.

But why does the thought of it create a warm pool in my belly?

I shake my head in disgust.

No. No. It’s wrong.

I don’t even want to have sex with one guy, let alone be shared by four. And one of them? I hate.

Hate with a burning intensity that makes my skin crawl.

There are three sharp, rapid pounds on my door, each one more insistent than the last.

“Get the fuck away from my door, Silas Morgan!” My voice roars, loud enough that it echoes in the small space of my dorm room.

He pounds again, harder this time, the force rattling the hinges. “You let me in, or I break down this goddamn door!”

“Fuck. You,” I hiss through gritted teeth, knowing full well that he’s capable of exactly what he’s threatening.

Moments later, the door swings open—not by my hand.

Silas stands there, his massive form filling the doorway like a shadow cast from a nightmare, his silhouette stark against the harsh fluorescent light of the hallway. A vein throbs in his forehead, muscles taut and bulging under his shirt.

He closes the door and softly locks the deadbolt.

“Get out of my dorm!” I demand, my voice trembling with anger as I thrust a finger toward his face. But before I can blink, he’s on me. He seizes my hand, twisting it just enough to make me gasp, my protest dying on my lips as his scent floods my senses—intoxicating, overwhelming.

“Don’t you ever,” he seethes, his voice a low growl, “walk away from me.”

My breath hitches, panic and something darker warring within me. How the hell did he get in here without a key?

“Get away from me, Silas,” I manage, but it’s weak, and we both know it. His body presses against mine, forcing me back until my knees hit the edge of the bed. His anger should scare me, should send me screaming for help, but instead, I’m frozen. Rooted to the spot.

No. I’m not scared.

I’m aroused.

Heat floods my body as his chest heaves with each ragged breath, the hard planes of his muscles brushing against me. My nipples are stiff, traitors to every rational thought, pressed against him, and I curse myself silently for the way my body responds.

“I can’t lose you again,” he says, and for the first time, his voice wavers. He’s scared. Silas Morgan, scared? Why? What the hell is he so afraid of?

“That would insinuate you had me in the first place, Silas,” I snap, my voice quieter now, the words strained as I force them past the lump in my throat.

His cock presses hard against my stomach, and the rush of arousal that follows is almost shameful.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” His voice is a dangerous purr, his breath hot against my skin.

“I’d rather not be disappointed again.”

I watch as his face contorts into confusion. “What the hell are you talking about?”

I stare at him. How does he not remember? How does this not haunt him the way it does me?

I stare at him, the disbelief knotting in my chest. “You don’t remember, do you?” The realization hits me like a punch to the gut. “Of course, you don’t. It was just another night for you. Another girl in a long line of whores.”

“What the fuck, Sable?” His voice is hard, leaving no room for uncertainty. “I’ve never touched you.”

“Are you serious?” I nearly laugh, but the sound comes out bitter and broken. “You asked me to bite you, Silas. You said you wanted a mark that would make you remember. But clearly, it didn’t work.”

“You’re lying. If I had you, I would have never let you go.”

“Then how do you explain this?” I hiss, shoving him back just enough to reach for his shoulder. I yank the collar of his shirt aside, exposing the scar there—a small, crescent-shaped bite mark just above his collarbone. “I gave you this. The night you fucked me and couldn’t even make me come.”

Silas stares down at the scar, his expression unreadable. For a moment, he says nothing, the silence between us stretching painfully thin. Then, slowly, his eyes lift to meet mine, and I see something crack in his gaze.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he murmurs, but there’s no apology in his voice, only a simmering anger. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Tell you what, Silas? That I was just another notch on your bedpost? That you fucked me and forgot about it the next day?” My voice breaks, the frustration and hurt from all those years ago bubbling to the surface. “Why would I?”

He shakes his head. “No... I would have known. I would have felt something...”

“You didn’t,” I cut him off. “You didn’t feel anything, and that’s why you forgot.”

“I couldn’t have forgotten,” he snarls, but the conviction in his voice falters. “How could I forget you?”

“You did,” I snap back, my own anger flaring back at him. “And now, you want to act like I belong to you? Like I’m yours when you couldn’t even remember our one night together? It was my first time, Silas! And that’s what you did to me.”

“You were a virgin?” Panic fills his widened eyes as they look at me, pained.

“Yeah. And you tricked me into thinking you actually cared about me. But afterward, you left me to go do body shots off some fucking whores? Does that sound like someone who cares?”

His eyes burn into mine, a mixture of fury and something that might be regret, though it’s buried too deep to see clearly.

“You do belong to me,” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

A flare ignites in his eyes, dark and furious, as his brows knit together. The pressure from his body forces me to lose balance, and I fall back onto the bed, the mattress sinking beneath my weight. Before I can even catch my breath, his hands are already at the hem of my leggings, yanking them down along with my underwear in one swift, ruthless motion. My pussy is exposed, the cool air licking at my swollen clit, and I bite down on my lip to stifle the gasp that escapes.

Without warning, Silas leans down, sinking his teeth into my thigh with such force that the skin breaks, a sharp sting cutting through the haze of arousal. A small pool of crimson wells up from the puncture, and I let out a wimpy moan, barely recognizing the sound as my own. His tongue laps at the blood, a possessive growl rumbling from his chest as he claims every drop. His hands slide up to grip my thighs, spreading them wider, his fingers digging into my flesh with bruising intensity. Another moan slips past my lips, my head tipping back, lost in the overwhelming sensations.

“You are mine, Sable Wilson,” he pants, his breath hot against my core. “You will always be mine.”

“I will never belong to you, Silas Morgan.” I try to close my legs, to wiggle from his hold on me. His grip only tightens, forcing them apart with brutal strength.

I don’t even have time to think before I am full, so fucking full. When I look down, he is relentlessly thrusting into my pussy.

Before I can even process what’s happening, he’s inside me, filling me completely, relentlessly. My eyes snap open, and I watch as his cock pushes into me with a force that leaves no room for thought, only raw sensation. He pulls my legs around his waist, lifting my hips just off the bed, his hands snaking around my neck. “God, you feel divine,” he groans, his voice rough with pleasure. “Did you ever truly believe I’d forget how this pussy feels choking my cock?”

“Si-Silas,” I moan, his name a breathless plea as he slams into me, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. His groans, deep and primal, only drive me further into the abyss of pleasure.

“This is my pussy,” he growls, his thumb pressing down on my clit with unyielding pressure, drawing a scream from deep within me. “Say it, Sable. This is mine.”

“No. I won’t—” My refusal is cut off as his hand tightens around my throat, cutting off my air. Panic and arousal mix, a potent cocktail that has my vision blurring at the edges.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he says, his grip just loose enough for me to drag in a shallow breath. “I know no one’s been in this tight fucking cunt since me. It’s molded perfectly for me.”

He releases my throat, and I gasp, coughing until my voice returns. “How do you even know there’s been no one since you?”

The build-up in my core is almost unbearable now, a tension coiled so tightly it’s ready to snap. I’ve never felt this desperate, this close to release. Orgasms have always been a fleeting, lackluster thing, even when I touch myself. But now, there’s a dam inside me that won’t break without him.

“Because, little devil, your pussy is so fucking desperate for this.”

“Silas—” I breathe out.

His chuckle is dark as his hands dig into my hair. My scalp screams as he pulls on my hair, forcing me to look at his cock inside of me.

He chuckles darkly, his hands tangling in my hair, yanking my head up so I’m forced to look at him, at his cock buried deep inside me. “See, I can fuck you forever without letting you release. Your orgasm is mine, Sable. Your pleasure is mine to give. Say who this pussy belongs to, and I’ll give you what your body craves, what it needs.”

His thumb grazes my clit again. “Are you on the pill?”

“Yes.”

“Good, because after I make you come, I’m going to fill this tight cunt and really claim you.”

His words send a shiver down my spine and into my legs, and I clench involuntarily around him. Silas’ thrusts are slow, almost teasing, dragging out the anticipation. I can feel every inch of his cock. His thumb circles my clit with agonizing precision and I feel myself sitting on the edge of something I’ve never experienced before.

“Silas, please,” I whimper, the need in my voice betraying all my previous cries.

His hair falls down, creating a small curtain, darkening his face. His lips curling into a predatory smile. He’s enjoying the pain he’s inflicting by denying me this. “Say it, Sable. Say who this pussy belongs to.”

I bite my lip hard, pride and desire warring inside me. The pressure is relentless, his cock hitting a spot that sends jolts of pleasure through me, threatening to break my resolve. But I can’t hold out much longer.

What if he doesn’t let me finish?

What if he comes in me and leaves, just like last time?

The thought of that loss, of being left on the edge, is more devastating than the idea of giving him what he wants.

“It’s yours,” I gasp. “My pussy is yours. It’s all yours.” My body is begging for release that he won’t give me until I submit to him.

His eyes darken with satisfaction, and he rewards my submission with a deep forceful thrust that has me seeing stars. The dam inside me finally bursts, and a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over me. “That’s right, little devil,” he growls. “Come for me. Now.”

My body convulses, my pussy clenching around him as I scream his name. Silas’ pace becomes erratic, the control slipping as his own release crashes over him. He pumps into me one last time, and I feel the warmth of his cum filling me. A final, irrevocable claim.

Silas pulls out of me and stands up, his expression shifting to something colder, more distant. I watch in confusion as he fixes his pants, barely sparing me a glance.

“Silas?” I manage to say, my voice hoarse from screaming his name moments ago.

He doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he pulls his phone out of his pocket and starts typing a message. The intimacy of the moment evaporates, replaced by a chilling sense of detachment. When he finally looks at me, they’re void of anything genuine.

“Dayton will walk you back to the DSN house,” he states flatly.

I sit up, pulling my sheet over my lap to cover myself. “What? You’re just leaving?”

Silas shrugs, completely unbothered. “I have things to do.”

Anger flares within me. “You asshole,” I spit out. “You think you can just fuck me and then walk away like nothing happened again!?”

He turns to face me. “But this time, it won’t be the last, Sable. Never walk away from me again.”

My fists clench, every muscle in my body tensing as the urge to deck him surges through me. I should have done it the day he dared to show his face in the parking lot. Before I can retort, there’s a knock at the door. Silas opens it, and Dayton steps in, his face more sympathetic than usual, but there’s no sign of his typical flirtatious demeanor.

“She’s ready to go,” Silas says, dismissing me with a casual wave of his hand. “Make sure she gets back safely. I don’t want to see her without one of you near her again.”

Dayton nods. I pull the sheets tighter around myself, feeling exposed and humiliated.

Silas doesn’t spare me another glance as he walks out of the room.

Dayton clears his throat. “Sorry. I didn’t know he was going to do that. He said he was just going to talk.”

I glare at him. “Fuck you,” I snap and hastily dress myself.

I let him fuck me.

I admitted that he owned me.

No. Fuck that. Fuck him. Fuck that entire house. I will burn it to the fucking ground.

I yank on my clothes. My mind races, replaying every word, every touch, every betrayal. How did I let it come to this? How did I let him strip me down to nothing, only to toss me aside like I was disposable?

But it’s not the humiliation that twists in my gut like a knife—it’s the anger. White-hot and all-consuming, it burns away the shame, leaving only the raw, pulsing need for revenge.

I glance at Dayton, who’s still watching me with those pitying eyes, and I want to scream at him, at Silas, at myself. But I swallow it down, letting the rage settle into something harder, something colder.

Dayton follows me into the hallway, the air heavy with unspoken words. He’s trying to be gentle, but I don’t need gentleness. I need to resolve. I need a plan. Because of this? This is the last time I’ll ever let Silas Morgan control me.

By the time we reach the DSN house, I’ve made up my mind. Silas may have marked me, but I’m the one who will leave the deepest scars.

Tomorrow, everything changes. Tomorrow, the game begins, and I’m playing to win.