Page 29 of Conquered (Highgate Preparatory Academ:y Compendium)
His smile is so blinding it leaves me speechless, lost in his brilliance. He's so beautiful, I just can't believe that not only does he exist, but I'm in his bed. That he actually likes me. At least, I think he does with all the attention he’s been giving me, and his demands to know all about me.
“So...you can sing, huh?” I smile back, teasing him. “Any other hidden talents?” I ask, eyes going wide as I feel him getting harder whilst still buried inside me. No fucking way! How is that even possible?!
“I can think of a few more.” He smirks cockily as he starts to gently thrust inside me, making even my fucking teeth tingle.
I barely register the song ending and Idea 686 by Jayla Darden beginning. I wonder if this is his sex playlist?
“Loki!” I gasp as he suddenly pulls out and flips me over so I'm on my hands and knees, the errant thought about the playlist disappearing.
I hear the rustle of another condom packet before he literally rips my thong off, and then slams back inside of me.
The sting of the thong snapping, combined with his hard dick pounding inside me again has a fourth climax tearing through me and I scream his name as my pussy clamps down hard on him.
He follows soon after, growling my name between clenched teeth.
I collapse with him on top of me, then he rolls us so he's spooning me from behind, his softening cock slipping out of me. I mourn the loss of the connection, feeling him get out of bed presumably to get rid of the condom. Then the bed dips as he gets back in, pulling me back so close that there’s not a single inch between us.
As the darkness overtakes me, I can't help feeling that I don't ever want to sleep any other way.
I 'm pulled from a delicious slumber in what must be the early hours of the morning. I can just see faint watery light filtering round the edges of Loki's curtains, highlighting our discarded clothing littering the floor.
Warmth flushes over me as I remember the night before, and how many times Loki used his talents , my pussy throbbing at the memory.
I have the feeling that something woke me up, and as I come out of my dream state, I start to hear faint music.
Climbing out of bed, I grab Loki's discarded shirt and pull it on, suddenly surrounded by his vanilla scent.
I could snuggle into his smell all day, wrapping it round myself like a blanket.
The same could be said of the man himself.
I open the door and can hear that the music is Ghosts by Nathan Wagner, his gruff melodic voice haunting the darkness. Looking round, I see that the door opposite Loki’s is standing ajar, the door to what is meant to be my room, and the music seems to be coming from there.
Intrigued, I step out of Loki's room and head towards it, peering in. The curtains are open, the faint light of predawn casting everything in a dull yellow glow, leaving huge menacing shadows across the floor.
I walk farther in, looking round me. The room is pristine, nothing is messy or out of place.
Yet, it doesn't look empty. A glint catches my eye from where the desk is, and I see a silver picture frame sat atop it. I pick it up, bringing it into the light to see that it’s a photograph of all four guys, arms around each other laughing, and a smile comes to my face.
It's then that I notice a fifth figure on the end. I bring the picture closer, biting my lip and squinting when I see that it's Ash, which is confusing because Ash is also at the other end of the group. Their clothes are slightly different, one's in a sky blue t-shirt, the other in a light grey.
What the hell? Two of Ash?
Startled, I spin round clutching the frame to my chest when I hear a noise behind me.
“What are you doing in here, Princess?” Ash's cold voice washes over me, and I tremble. His face is in complete darkness, his back is to the window, so I can't make out any expression, and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, my scalp prickling with unease.
Taking a deep breath, I pull my big girl ovaries up, figuratively speaking, and stand a little taller. I will not be bullied or intimidated by some upstart rich boy. Regardless of how hot he might be. Or scary.
“I heard music and thought I'd come and take a look in what should be my room,” I sass back, pursing my lips. It's so difficult to gauge his reaction without seeing his face, but he appears to stiffen.
“And what are you holding?” he asks in a deadly calm.
“Oh, this?” I say, one brow raised as if it’s nothing really and I’m not that interested. I hold it up for him to see. “It's a picture that you appear to be in twice. Care to explain?”
My eyes dart to his fists, which are now clenching at his sides, his arm muscles straining and the veins popping, like he's holding back from snatching the frame right out of my hands. I hear him take a deep inhale through his nose.
“Isn't it fucking obvious, Princess?” he drawls cruelly. “One is me, and the other is, well, I suppose was , Luc, my identical twin brother.”
“W–what?” I ask stupidly, completely dumbfounded, my grip relaxing on the frame. “Where is he?” I say, looking round with raised brows as if he's been hiding in this room all along.
Ash reaches out and carefully takes the picture from my limp hand, like it’s very precious to him.
“Dead.” My stomach plummets at the word. His voice is devoid of any feeling and emotion. It's as cold and sharp as broken ice. “Now, get the fuck out,” he barks, stepping up to me, right into my personal space. He keeps advancing until I'm forced to back up towards the door.
“Ash...I'm…” I start, my hands raised as if to ward off his anger, but he interrupts me.
“I said. Get. The. Fuck. Out. Don't make me say it a third time, Princess.”
“Back the fuck up, Ash.” I hear Loki's voice, rough with sleep but hard as stone, sound behind me.
With a soft curse, I turn my head to see him limned in the light from the hallway, dressed only in boxers and his hair sticking straight up.
“She shouldn't be in here, Loki. Keep her on a fucking leash if she can't be trusted not to wander where's she's not allowed. Fuck, try tying her down.”
My head snaps back to Ash, my eyes narrowed and lips pressed in a thin line. I can see his haughty expression and cold eyes now that the hallway light shines on his face.
“Listen here, you rich prick…” I start, taking a step forward so that we are almost toe to toe. I poke my finger in his hard chest, only serving to hurt my finger. Fuckface!
Before I can finish what I was going to say— and let's be honest here, I'm not entirely sure what that was as who doesn't like a bit of rope play? —I feel Loki grab me by the waist and haul me back against him.
“Just leave the asshole alone, Pretty Girl. He doesn't know how to play nice.”
I grumble and give a half-arsed attempt to get away from him before he pulls me in tighter, my back to his chest, his heat radiating through my body.
His hand dips to the hem of the t-shirt that I'm wearing, and his fingers slide up to find my bare pussy already a little slick. I’m denying it has anything to do with the thundercunt standing in front of me and his suggestion of being tied up.
“Tying up is your kink, brother,” Loki says to Ash, his fingers sliding along my opening, making my breath catch. “But maybe one day I'll let you join us, and you can tie her to the bed yourself.” I can hear the teasing in his tone. He’s such a shit stirrer. Still makes my heart beat faster though.
“Would you like that, baby?” he whispers against my ear, and I have no control over the moan that escapes my lips, or the liquid that escapes my lower ones. “I think you do.”
I can see a fire flare in Ash’s eyes, and his breathing begins to quicken as he watches Loki basically fingering me in front of him, rubbing circles around my clit in a maddening way that sends pulses shooting out from his touch.
It’s almost impossible to keep my hips from moving, seeking more friction.
Before I can get too close to release, Loki stops abruptly, pulling his fingers away. I see his hand come up, towards what must be his mouth, then he utters, “Delicious as always, Princess .”
A flash of anger flies across Ash’s eyes and his nostrils flare wide.
“Come on, Pretty Girl. I'll give you one more orgasm to help get you back to sleep. We've got Women's Studies first period, so we need to be up bright and early.”
A shock of laughter peels out of me, breaking through my lust haze. “ You are in Women's Studies?” I ask with a giggle.
“I'll have you know, Lilly Darling, that I am a staunch feminist. I love all women equally,” he says jokingly with an eyebrow waggle.
“I'm not sure you understand what feminism means, Loki,” I respond back dryly, rolling my eyes at him.
“Sure I do. Ladies first, right? Now, come on, and let me show you,” he urges, herding me out of the room.
I look over my shoulder to see Ash, still standing there looking after us, with an unreadable expression in his eyes.