Page 39 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

eva

I stand under the ice-cold spray of the shower, hoping it will cool my fevered skin. It’s been two god-awful weeks without so much as a brush against my nipple, and I’m so sexually frustrated that I may fight someone soon if I don’t find relief.

The pulsed stream of water hits my nipples at the perfect spot, and I moan at the feel.

My aching peaks stand angry from being ignored for so long.

Flashbacks of my night at Coop and Colt’s house are enough to make my pussy jump in protest. I signed the goddamn contract.

Why have I spent weeks without one simple orgasm?

They’ve teased me into a frenzy, and if I don’t come soon, I may get physically violent.

“Eva, get your delectable ass out of that shower, or we’re going to be late,” Cammy shouts.

I nearly jump out of my skin, and she has the audacity to cackle at my shrill cry. “You bitch,” I squawk, trying to preserve a shred of my dignity, but it’s too late. “You couldn’t wait five more minutes?”

“Listen, I could’ve if this weren’t your eighteenth five-hour shower in the last two weeks,” she rebuts.

Groaning, I shut off the faucet, reach out to grab my towel, and wrap it around me before stepping out of the shower.

“It’s been a rough couple of weeks,” I lament, striding past her into my bedroom only to find the rest of the girls sprawled on various furniture around the room.

“Oh, so we’re camping out in my room tonight, I see. ”

Jade, with her cheesy smile, pops up from my plush, giant bean bag chair. “It’s Friday night, and we have no games. We are going out.”

“We are?” I question, turning to my closet to grab my Sailor Moon onesie.

“Yup, the Sigmas are having a party, and we’re all going,” Jade states in a tone that generally leaves very little room for argument. But the Jacobis’ commandments are all thou shalt not, and if I do, I’ll be smitten, as laid out in Jacobidus 33:18-30.

Arching a brow, I turn to where she’s bouncing on her tiptoes in unrestrained excitement. “When did we decide this,” I ask.

She momentarily deflates. “Aww, c’mon, Evie. You’ve been hiding away in your room for too long.”

“It’s barely been two full weeks, and I see you hos more than I see myself these days,” I argue.

Paisley sits up, crossing her arms. “What college student stays in their dorm on a perfectly good Friday night?”

Plopping down on the bed next to her, I grab my cocoa butter, lavender, and vitamin E oil blend and begin to massage it into my aching limbs.

This week has been grueling at practice, and the lack of sexual release only makes it that much worse.

Everything just feels tight. “This college student,” I sigh, moaning when I hit a knot in my calf muscle.

“All I want to do is wrap up in my blanket, eat my weight in pink Starburst, read my damn dark romance book, and shut out the world.”

“And you can do that after this party, Eva,” Cammy whines. “They brought in an actually good soundman—one who knows Dancehall, Soca, and Calypso.”

My ears perk, and my hands freeze at that information. It’s not that Texas doesn’t have dancehall music—it’s Groveton, Texas, that doesn’t have any good mashups at any of their parties. At least not like they have back home.

The idea of shaking my ass and dancing my stress away is enough to tempt fate. The football team isn’t supposed to be around this weekend, so it’s not like the twins would ever know.

“Okay, I’m in,” I announce as I sprint to my closet. I need to get dressed and out of here before I chicken out.

“Yasss! There’s our girl,” Jade shouts, slapping me on my ass once I slip on my fuck-me-red mini body-con dress. “I finally get to see that waistline I always hear about.”

She sure will. I’m about to grind and drop it on someone tonight. Fuck the rules and the consequences. A whisper in the back of my mind cautions me to follow the twins’ rules, but it can fuck off too. It’s time to unwind and with any luck get fucked.

“Damn, Evie. Tip pon yuh toe and drop, mek sure yuh don’t stop.” I hear Cammy shout as she whines down to the floor while “Fiesta” by Armanii & DJ Mac blares through the speakers.

My body is covered in sweat. I haven’t stopped dancing since my feet touched the dance floor. Song after song is a banger, and I use it as a means to escape. I’ll never miss a party if this is how the Sigmas get down.

Flinging my head back, I work my way up to standing. My mouth is so dry. “I need water,” I whisper-shout in Paisley’s ear. “I’ll be back.” Then I twirl away, making my way to the bar.

Pushing through the sea of bodies, I finally reach the bar. I turn to look over the crowd. I didn’t realize how packed it is in here.

“What’ll it be?” the bartender asks.

I keep moving to the beat as I respond, “I’ll take a bottle of chilled VOSS, please.

” He reaches into the fridge, grabs it, and hands it to me.

“Thanks,” I state as I hand him a twenty-dollar tip.

The drinks are on the house, and usually most of the bartenders at the fraternity and sorority parties are newbies who are being made to do grunt work.

“Long time no see, Eva.” My head turns slowly in the direction of the deep voice, only to have to crane my head up. It’s him. The guy I met about a month ago.

What is his name? Michael… Malcolm, Maurice. I smile, twirling my hair nervously, and say, “Hello,” as I try to find his name in my brain’s Rolodex. I know it starts with an M, at least. Manny… Matthew… Martin.

For fuck’s sake, Evie. What is his damn name?

“It’s Mason,” he answers my unspoken question with a knowing smirk.

Mason—how the fuck could I forget the name of someone as fine as him?

“Right. Hey, Mason. How have you been?” I question sheepishly, trying to run past my faux pas.

His smile grows. “Better now.” My brows knit together, ready to ask how so when he continues, “I just returned from a disastrous trip home, but seeing you at this party certainly brightens up my evening, darlin’.”

I think my panties melted at the Southern drawl of darling. The whole line should probably be seen as cheesy, but I’m a sucker for an accent, just like his brother. My face heats as Liam’s voice sang against my skin that night.

“What’s got you flustered?”

Mason’s question makes me jump like a cat that just got caught sizing up the fish bowl. “It… it’s a bit hot in here. Want to head outside with me for some air?”

He nods, leading the way. When the cool breeze hits me, I sigh in relief. “Better,” Mason inquires.

“Much,” I reply, leaning against the wall.

I’m not sure how long we’ve been talking when a hand wraps around my throat, lifting me off the ground.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Evie Rose.” Colter’s arctic tone matches the icy blue eyes glaring in my direction.

“Hey. Let the lady down,” Mason argues, and I want to shake my head to warn him not to interfere, but I can barely breathe.

I watch as Colter’s frosty gaze shifts. “You might just want to mind your business, if you know what’s good for you.”

Stars dance in my eyes, and my heart thumps in my ears, drowning out whatever argument is going on around me.

Before my head slumps, my dress is hiked over my hip, and my panties are ripped from my body, leaving me exposed to whomever is around.

“Col… ter,” I rasp, digging my nails into his skin. “Wh—no… don’t?—”

“The word no doesn’t exist in your vocabulary to me, Evie.” Rage-filled eyes bore into my head, and I momentarily forget to breathe.

It’s in this moment that I am both cheering and cursing the contract that has me naked from the waist down.

This is what you wanted, Eva Rose. Isn’t it? The devil on my shoulder says ‘go get fucked and be freed,’ while angel just shrugs, grabbing a chair to watch.

And just like that the fuck it switch has been flicked.

I’m so focused on the fury in his gaze that I don’t notice what he’s doing until he slams inside me, each barbell on his pierced cock grazes my walls, bringing the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure. “Fuccck,” I scream when the grip on my neck loosens just enough for air to flow back to my brain.

“It hasn’t been a full two weeks and you’re already breaking rules,” Colter snarls, thrusting inside me at such a brutal pace that I know I’ll need to soak, but the thirsty bitch inside me is screaming with glee that my dry spell is over and this is the best fucking way to end it.

“You can’t do this,” Mason hisses, and I’m both elated and annoyed with his command. I’m grateful he’d step in to stop me from being hurt, but I’ll be so pissed if I don’t get what I need tonight.

Colter doesn’t slow his pace, and I rest my hands on his shoulders to meet each thrust. “Does this desperate bitch look like she needs your help?” Colter growls, yanking my hair until my head angles in Mason’s direction.

“Does she look like she wants a knight in shining armor? Because to me it looks like she wants the devil to steal her soul and fuck her until she’s owned unequivocally. ”

At his words, I moan, clenching around him so hard his gaze snaps to mine. “Does my dirty girl like when I’m the villain in her story?” Colter croons before he continues. “The way your pussy is strangling my dick I’d say the answer to that is yes.”

Colter lets go of my hair, placing both hands on my waist. “Watch how much she loves my cock, Mason Bradley. Watch how much she likes to be used.”

Then Colter lifts my hips until just the crown of his dick is seated inside, and I whimper at the loss of the fullness of his big dick stretching me.

Before I can whine in frustration, he drops me down on his cock so hard I cry—literal tears form and burst from my eyes. The burn was heaven. The stress of the last few weeks begins to seep from my body.

“Look at her, Mason,” Colter taunts, but I ignore them. I’m too lost in my lustful gaze.