Page 130 of Terror Tuesday

I smack a hand on her ass and command, “Quiet.”

With a sigh of relief, I get my jeans open, my painfully hard cock bobbing out. I shove my hips forward to join hers, seating myself fully within her sopping pussy. Her shuddering moan is music to my ears.

“This is exactly what you fucking wanted, isn’t it? To be owned completely? Now everyone will know who you belong to.”

Without mercy or preparation, I drive into her, the hot grip of her body wrenching a groan from deep inside my chest.

Gripping her waist, I fuck her relentlessly, each thrust pushing her harder against the railing. Heads swivel below as Olivia’s moans echo from her throat, whispers scattering into raucous cheers and whistles as they grasp what’s unfolding above them.

“Look at your fucking queen!” My voice booms over the noise, proud and merciless. “She begged for this, to be taken right here, in front of all of you!”

She sobs with pleasure, bright crimson staining her cheeks, but her traitorous body eagerly pushes back to meet every punishing thrust, slick and trembling beneath my hold. Fingers clutch helplessly at the banister as her moans spill louder, impossible to control.

I fist her hair, forcing her head up as the crowd roars, calling her name, chanting encouragement and lewd suggestions. Marking her with every rough movement, I fuck her harder.

“Tell them who owns you,” I demand, my breath a harsh caress against her ear. “Yell it.”

Stammering, gasping, she finally cries out brokenly, “Vanq! I’m Vanq’s!” Her shouts are drowned out among the crowd and music as it picks up. She turns her flushed, tear-streaked face toward me, wanton need flooding her forest eyes. “Youown me. Every piece of my soul.”

Her surrender unravels my control, and with ferocious finality, I bury myself as far as I can go, pouring myself inside her, publicly declaring that she’s mine.

Brothers and sisters below erupt into applause and whistles, the spectacle complete. Olivia sags against the railing, knees shaking uncontrollably.

Hooking a finger beneath my mask, I lift it just enough to savagely claim her lips in front of them all. A lavish, all-consuming kiss seals us together while my cock still throbs deep inside her. Against her cheek, I whisper harshly, “Never doubt who you belong to.”

She shivers as I slip out. I tuck myself away, then entwine my hand with hers. As she follows with a question on her face, she shoves her dress down. Cheeks still blushing with desire and humiliation.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

“I’ll show you.”

We alight the stairs, through the halls of closed doors, until we reach the farthest room. I pull out my keys and unlock the bolts.

Her eyes search my face. “Your room?”

Nodding, I pull her inside, then quickly shove the door closed and lock it behind us. As soon as we step in, I rip off my mask and shake out my hair. I reach for her, but she’s already wandering farther into the room.

“Wow…” She turns in a slow circle, taking in the LED lights, computer, messy bed, empty energy drink cans, and pizza boxes. Oh, and my spare sets of weights. Figured if I had to compete with other frat bros, I had to at least lift to get her attention.

“Welcome to the cave. Sorry, it stinks.”

“Now I can see why you like our mansion.” Her gaze finds my face as she steps closer, then brushes a palm over my cheek. “Where have you been?”

“Nick sent me a photo of you and him kissing in the library?—”

She gasps, horrified, then attempts to argue, but I shake my head.

“I knew you didn’t want to, but it made me rage with jealousy. Then with protectiveness. But that first picture made me feel like… Well, I had flashes to those old teenage thoughts that I’m just a dorky kid who won’t ever get the cool girl.”

She smiles broadly, and I can’t help but blush with embarrassment. “And…I’mthe cool girl.”

“The fucking coolest.”

There’s no way I’m starting a war between her and her brothers by confessing Ryan’s involvement. Possibly Aiden’s. It would make her have to choose me over them, and I don’t want that. I’ll just blame it all on Nick Veldt.

“I didn’t want to. He?—”

“Yep, I already get it, Monarch. Fucker deserves to get what’s coming to him. He’s been running a crypto mining scheme, so I turned over the evidence. Authorities won’t bat an eye at rape, but threaten their wallets? Now they care. He’ll be in prison soon.”