Page 25 of Caged

“Again, you forget that I’m comically bigger and stronger than you, and that you also happen to desperately want my cock.”

I scoff. “You wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t what? Pin you down on my bed, put restraints around all your appendages, and fuck you until you forget your name? Pretty sure I’ve done that countless times before, Monroe. In fact, I bet your pussy is wet right now just thinkingabout how good it would feel to be tied up with my cock buried deep inside you.”

He leans his head back on the headrest and groans. “Fuck, now I’m getting hard imagining you spread open and helpless,” he says, adjusting the front of his pants as they strain to tent around his obvious erection.

“Give me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want,” I banter.

He grunts a laugh. “I don’t think it works that way, Monroe. Not when you want my cock just as badly as I want your pussy.”

“What makes you think I want it as badly as you do, Kieren?”

He looks at me with a cocky grin. “Touch yourself.”

“What? No!”

“Then I’ll do it.”

His hand shoots across the center console and paws wildly at my buttoned coat. His erratic movements cause the car to lurch violently to the right, and I scream.

“Fine! Fine, Kieren. Jesus, just don’t kill us.”

I pull at my layers of clothing until the waistband of my jeans is exposed, and I unfasten the top button. I slide my frigid hand down my pants, tensing at the cold, until two of my fingers reach my hot center, already slick with the beginnings of arousal. I close my eyes and lean back, playing lightly with my clit before sliding my fingers down to my wet entrance.

“That’s enough, Monroe,” Kieren commands, but I ignore him.

“Give me your fucking hand,” Kieren barks, ready to yank my pleasure away.

I reluctantly pull my hand from my pants and extend it in his direction. He snatches it like a greedy child and presses it to his mouth, smearing my arousal across his lips. He smiles at me with animalistic delight as his tongue darts out to lick up my taste.

“I hate you,” I huff.

“Tastes like it,” he grins, popping both my fingers into his mouth then languidly sucking them clean.

He releases my hand, and I cross my arms over my chest as we approach the statuesque stone castle that is Sigma. We pull into the long driveway, and I hear the familiar crunch of gravel under his tires. My throat constricts with hurt as Kieren guides his car into a parking spot at the back of the fraternity.

I still don’t have answers.

He turns the car off and unclips his seatbelt, readying to jump out, but I don’t move.

“What’s wrong Monroe?” he asks. He repeats the question, but I refuse to look at him.

“Talk to me,” he demands, gently pulling on the collar of my coat. I shrug him off, furious.

“How can you be so nonchalant about what happened to you? What you put me through our sophomore year was unforgivable. You were horrible to me.”

“I know,” he admits. His accountability takes me by surprise.

“By the end of the year, I hardly recognized you. Honestly, I was worried you would overdose.”

“If you were so worried, why did you leave?”

“Why did I leave?” I ask incredulously, my voice rising an octave. “Because I couldn’t stomach watching you destroy yourself.”

His laugh is cold and bitter. “Everyone claims they care until you’re standing alone in your bathroom at three a.m. with a razor to your wrist. I was fucking suicidal Monroe and you abandoned me.”

Tears land on the collar of my camel-colored coat. “I didn’t abandon you,” I say, shaking my head. “I was there, Kieren, but you pushed me away.”