Page 133 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

LILLY

T he meeting with Erica wasn’t that bad. In fact, it was actually kind of fun, once I got into the swing of it. After all, what girl doesn’t dream of planning her wedding to one of the loves of her life?

Ash basically lets me decide everything, not batting an eyelid when I say that I’d like it outside, with the mountains as our backdrop and a party in the woods afterwards.

And he just smirked when Erica asked about what colour theme we’d like, telling her that it would be rainbow themed before I’d even opened my mouth.

Could I love him any more?

We managed to get most of the details down, from the flowers, to the food and music, and she left, telling me that she’d made an appointment with the wedding dress shop in town for me this Saturday.

Two days' time.

My head spins with how fast things are moving, how much my life is changing in such a short space of time.

Friday morning rolls around, and as we leave the dorm, there’s something in the air. I can’t pinpoint it exactly. It’s a feeling of foreboding that sticks to me like tar, leaving my heart rate up and my palms sweaty as we walk down the central stairs and into the main hall.

I see Willow rush up to us, her bush baby eyes wider than usual and her face tight. Her gaze briefly flicks to Loki at my side, before coming back to me, sympathy in her eyes.

“Have you seen?” she asks, holding her Academy iPad to her chest.

“Seen what, Willow?” I ask, my throat thick as her mouth turns down. My heart beats painfully in my chest.

“I’m so sorry, Loki,” she replies, my brows dropping as she holds out the iPad and starts playing a video.

It takes a moment for my eyes to make sense of what is on the screen, but when they do, they must go as wide as Willow’s.

“Is that... Clarissa? ” I whisper, horrified as I watch a young, naked Loki, underneath an equally naked Clarissa, who's writhing on top of him. The sounds she’s making are those of a cheap pornstar, and bile fills my throat when I realise just how young Loki looks.

Maybe he’s thirteen at the most. What is wrong with these fucking people?

I tear my gaze away to look up at him. His jaw is clenched so tightly, I can hear his teeth grinding together, his cheeks mottled, his whole body tight.

I reach out to touch his rock solid arm, but he flinches away at the contact, like it burns him.

My eyes sting at the rejection, even though I know he doesn't mean it.

“How many are there?” he asks through gritted teeth, not taking his eyes off that damn video.

“Um, I dunno,” Willow answers, cringing slightly. “Maybe twenty or so. But I’ve not watched them.”

My heart sinks.

“Loki…” I start, reaching out again, but he takes a step back.

“Just...leave me alone, Lilly,” he replies, his hands shaking. “Leave me the fuck alone.” Then he turns and storms back towards our dorm, his body tight and practically vibrating with rage.

Tears spring to my eyes as I watch him go, and I rub my chest with the pain suddenly there.

“Fucking Julian! This has his stench all over it,” Ash snarls, watching Loki disappear. “Kai, can you take this shit down?”

“On it,” Kai replies, his own iPad already out as he furiously taps at the screen.

“Good,” Ash says, turning to look at me. “Go to him, Princess. And you, Kai. He needs you both.” He strokes the side of my face, brushing away a stray tear that falls.

“When will it stop, Ash? Why would Julian share this?” I ask, begging him for answers that he probably doesn’t have.

“To hurt us, discredit us. Show us that we are nothing compared to him and the board. Take your pick, Princess,” he tells me, pulling me into him and surrounding me with his warmth.

Kissing me on the top of my head, he lets go, encouraging Kai and I to go back to the dorm.

“I’ll explain to your teachers, don’t worry. ”

I flash Willow a grateful smile, getting a sympathetic one back. I really must organise some time with her soon. Talk about the world's worst friend.

We hurry to the dorm, Kai finishing his task just as we open the door to devastation.

I gaze with bated breath at the mess that lies in front of us.

The new things that we’d just bought, replacing the stuff that Kai had broken, are all lying in pieces on the floor.

Feathers float around us from the torn sofa cushions, as Bad Child by the Tones and I fills the air with its melancholy beats.

My heart breaks for this beautiful boy, who only ever wanted love and affection, but instead was given neglect and abuse.

I hear a whimper, and my gaze snaps around to see Loki, sitting on the bottom step of the spiral staircase, his head in his hands. I approach slowly, cautiously, as you would a wounded animal, Kai behind me.

“Loki, my love?” I say softly, my soul hurting as he slowly brings his head up to look at me. His eyes are red, tears glittering on his auburn lashes, the emerald jewels dull and shattered.

“I was fucking thirteen when she came into my room, sent by my asshole father to ‘turn me into a man’,” he tells me woodenly, not breaking my gaze. My heart feels like it’s a lead weight in my chest, falling to the pit of my stomach as he tells me his awful story.

“Oh, Loki,” I breathe, unbidden tears falling from my eyes.

“I was young, stupid, and excited by the free pussy. The first time I was shit, it lasted less than three minutes.” He gives a hard laugh that cuts me badly. “But she kept coming back, fucking me, letting me fuck her. Teaching me all about a woman’s body.”

He runs his hands through his hair, and my soul aches for him. He was so young, and yes, he may have enjoyed it physically, but she was still a predator. And his father...I knew something was wrong with that cunttrollop.

“She became possessive. Wouldn’t let me see other girls. Driving any away that I brought home. It took me two years to get out from under her thumb. I’d bulked up a bit by then from our training, so I used that to scare her into leaving me alone. It’s not something I’m proud of.”

I rush to him as he hangs his head. Dropping to my knees in front of him, ignoring the sharp pain, and taking his face in my hands.

“Loki, she deserved everything she got. She was a predator, regardless if your father was the one to start it.” I force him to look at me, to see that I’m not disgusted. That I don’t love him any less for his past.

“We told you at the time, dude,” Kai says, crouching down next to me, placing a hand on Loki’s knee. “She’s a grade A cunt.”

Loki huffs out a laugh, looking from me to Kai.

“Yeah. I just...feel dirty, you know?” he confesses, his voice cracking as moisture fills his eyes. My heart shatters for him. He turns to Kai. “Kai, please.”

My brow furrows in confusion as I turn to look at Kai, who’s gone stiff.

“You don’t need to be punished, Loki. You’ve done nothing wrong,” he tells the other boy gently, his hand tightening on Loki’s knee.

“I-I know...I just need…” Loki stutters, and I jump in, unable to bear the broken look in his eyes.

“What do you need, my love?” I ask gently, his gaze coming back to me.

“Pain.”

My heart stutters as his emerald eyes bore into me, digging deep, pleading. I lick my bottom lip.

“Please, sir,” I say, keeping hold of Loki’s gaze, which widens slightly. Kai takes in a sharp inhale, and I know that his nostrils are flared, a raging heat in his eyes, even though I can’t see him.

Suddenly, Loki’s gaze is ripped away from mine, a fist in his hair, pulling hard enough that he winces as Kai jerks his head to the side.

“You do exactly as I say, understood?” Kai’s voice is hard, his arm corded as he holds Loki’s head in place.

“Yes, sir,” Loki breathes, and my pussy flutters, a shiver cascading over me at his assent. I know some might say it’s fucked up, but sex heals us, we heal each other with our touches. Both pleasant and painful.

“Safeword?” Kai asks, not letting go, his eyes roving Loki’s face with a banked heat in the amber depths.

“Eggplant,” Loki responds, not missing a beat, and a slight smirk tilts his lips upwards. My own lift in response. Trust Loki.

Kai’s lips twitch, too, before he lowers them to hover just over Loki’s, making my breath hitch. Loki’s Adam’s apple bobs, and he swallows hard, his head still pulled back and held captive by Kai.

“Good,” Kai whispers, slamming his lips onto Loki’s in a fierce kiss that sends shockwaves to my centre.

They kiss each other hard, Kai clearly dominating as he forces his tongue in Loki’s mouth.

My core floods with heat, my thighs trying to rub together as I watch them, lips locked and eyes closed.

A low growl sounds in Kai’s throat, a groan in Loki’s, as Kai nips Loki’s bottom lip, hard enough that a bead of blood drips down Loki’s chin as Kai pulls away.

“You sure?” Kai asks, voice husky, chest heaving. “I’m not holding back anymore, Loki.”

“Fuck, yes,” Loki whispers, taking hold of Kai’s hand, the one not still tangled in his hair, and bringing it to his bulging jeans. “I’m sure.”

Kai’s breath stutters as his hand makes contact, sliding his palm over Loki’s clearly hard length. Fuck me, it’s gotten hot in here. Loki groans, thrusting his hips into Kai’s palm, who smiles and tuts. Kai turns to me, still gripping Loki’s hair.

“And you, Lilly? Are you all in?” he asks, a slight look of uncertainty entering both boys’ eyes.

“Fuck, yes!” I gasp out, my voice all kinds of husky and breathy after that show. “I’m all about the MM.”

Kai looks adorably confused, until Loki whispers something about ‘fucking romance tropes’.

Shaking his head, Kai finally releases Loki’s hair, stroking the side of his face in a tender gesture that has my heart melting.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes, and when he opens them a moment later, Kai the Dom is back.

“Upstairs, my room, naked,” he orders, standing up. “Now.”