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He looked across the room and immediately spotted me, fixing me with an intense glare. It was so hypnotic, I didn’t even notice Brad had put his arm around me until he tugged me into him. I couldn’t help rolling my eyes.

Pretty soon, the intense glare was off me and he went on his way, the smaller, darker man trailing behind him. He completely passed me without a second glance and went to talk to the crowd of people in the corner of the room, including the two other girls. They practically jumped through the roof when he approached. I suppose it wasn’t my Dean after all.

“That was rude. Who was that?” I looked at Brad, John, and the others, but they all just shook their heads.

“I guess he’s just another guest,” John finally said.

“More like a pompous arse,” I huffed.

“Don’t worry about him.” Brad smiled and pulled me into him a little bit more. “We’ll keep you company.”

I smiled up at Brad as the man from earlier came in to announce that dinner was served. I had to admit, I was a little intrigued as to what we would find when we got there.

We were all ushered into a rather large room, an absolutely humungous table sitting regally in the centre. The plates, knives, forks, everything was placed neatly on the table. Bottles of champagne, white and red wine were resting neatly in the middle, as everyone took their seats. I made sure to sit next to Louisa, and Brad made sure he was sitting next to me. Pete reached out to grab the chair next to Louisa before anyone else could get the chance.

“Looks like you’ve scored,” I whispered to Louisa.

She blushed. “He is kind of cute, isn’t he? You better watch me tonight, Tyler. I may decide to get a little frisky with this one under the table.”

I chuckled. “And why not?”

Louisa nodded. “Why not, indeed.”

Chapter 8

   Dean

Revenge is an act of passion; vengeance is an act of justice.

Samuel Johnson

I knew she wouldn’t fucking recognize me. It made me despise her even more. I had been watching her sucking up to that arsehole she picked up at the bar. Little did both of them know I set this whole thing up.

I shook my head, chuckling at the thought. She looked even more beautiful than I remembered. It almost made me regret planning to taint that beauty.

Almost.

I stared over when I saw Brad whispering something in her ear. She blushed a little and threw her head back in laughter. Seeing that had the visions flying through my head. Fuck, I wanted to sink my cock into her. I wanted to please her and punish her at the same time. I wanted to make it so I would give enough pleasure that she would be begging for more, but not enough that she would think I cared for her. I
didn’t
care for her. I wanted to see her suffer. I wanted to see her pain when she realized what she put me through. I wanted to see the fear and loathing in her eyes when she realized it was me all along. I couldn’t wait. I had been building up for that day. But, first, I still had some game playing to do. I had planned and built this up far too long to fuck up now. I had to stick with the plan and to hell with the consequences.

Getting the attention of my uncle, I whispered in his ear. Humphrey nodded and disappeared into the kitchen with a bottle of wine.

Let the games begin.

Chapter 9

    Tyler

“You look stunning, Tyler. You really do.”

Brad had been drinking a little and I could tell it was heading to one place. To be honest, him stroking my cheek or my thigh didn’t help much. It was making me a horny mess. I was even starting to wonder what time we could finish this meal so I could take Brad upstairs and shag him senseless.

“Did you enjoy your chicken?” Brad asked, finally pulling away a little.

“Yes, thank you.”

From the corner of my eye, the man who answered the door came over and poured Brad another glass of wine. I thought he was coming to me next, but he completely by-passed me and went on his way. Weird.

Frowning, I shook my head and looked at Brad. “It looks as though you want something from me.”

Brad laughed. “I do. Very much. Maybe we can meet later. What room are you in?”

I shook my head. “A lady never tells,” I teased.

Brad raised his eyebrow. “Come on,” he said, nudging my shoulder.

Shaking my head, I said, “Room twenty-one.”

Leaning towards me, Brad kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, “I promise to make it a night you will never forget.”

I shuddered in pleasure. I was more than ready. I knew we would be expected to hang around for more drinks afterwards, but I wasn’t sure my loins could take much more.

Turning my attention to Louisa, I nudged her shoulder. I could see Pete already making his mark, nibbling on her ear as she giggled. “Having fun?”

She smiled and looked over in Brad’s direction. “As much as you, it would seem.”

“Touché,” I said, waving my hands. “If I went to bed a little earlier than expected, would you be mad at me?”

Louisa giggled and shook her head. “Funny enough, I was just thinking the same thing.”

*****

The plates were soon cleared and dessert was served, but I was already feeling stuffed from the first two courses. I only had soup and some chicken with potatoes, but my stomach was too busy swarming with butterflies to care about food.

By the time Brad finished his fourth glass of wine, he was looking even merrier. The fact his hand was now wandering even further up my leg told me that.

Once everyone had finished their meals, the scrapping of chairs could be heard. “Thank fuck for that,” Brad slurred. “Shall I see you in your room in about ten minutes, so it doesn’t look too suspicious?”

I nodded, grateful that he was thinking about my modesty.

Grabbing my glass of champagne, I said goodnight to Louisa and the others, then made my way upstairs to find my room. Staggering a little, I went in search of the first floor, but quickly found out they all started with a one. I found another set of stairs and proceeded up to the second floor. Once I saw number twenty, I knew I was in the right place.

I suddenly thought about the walls in the house. I hoped they weren’t so thin that both Louisa and I would hear everything going on next door.

With a shake of my head, I opened the door to my bedroom. It was a big room, with its own en-suite bathroom. The big four-poster bed was in the middle of the room, and I found my bag leaning against it. I was kind of glad I had packed some decent lingerie.

Quickly realizing I only had another few minutes, I went to work unzipping my bag, getting undressed, and trying to touch up my make-up. It was a little hard, though, as I had been drinking. I wasn’t so intoxicated that I didn’t know what I was doing. I knew I wanted this before I even
started
drinking.

Once everything was ready, I took a few seconds to glance at my reflection in the mirror. At least my hair still had some life left after this evening’s events. I was lucky. My hair was long, straight, and I never had to really style it. It just naturally dried and took shape.

Turning, I walked to the bedroom and proceeded to wait for Brad. I drank the last drops of my champagne and climbed into bed, pushing the sheets to the end.

Sliding my feet underneath them a little, I closed my eyes and let the feel of its comfort wash over me. The bed not only looked luxurious, it felt luxurious.

As the minutes ticked by, I lay my head on the pillow and stared at the ceiling. Maybe Brad decided he didn’t want to have sex with me after all. Maybe something was just delaying him. Whatever it was, it had been twenty minutes with no sign of him. If he only realized just how ready I was for this, I’m sure he would have come a lot sooner.

After about a half-hour, I could feel my eyes growing heavy. If Brad wanted me, he should have come sooner. As the alcohol started to wear off, I was becoming tired. The fact this bed was so bloody comfortable didn’t help.

Before I knew it, I was sound asleep.

*****

Was that me who just moaned out loud? All I was aware of was someone touching me and, by fuck, it felt good. His hands were caressing my nipples, my waist, my hips— everywhere.

Shit, he was a fucking octopus, but I didn’t care if it felt this good. “Oh god!” I shouted, breathing heavily.

“Shhh,” a voice sounded from above me. “I’m here to make you feel good.”

His voice sounded so sexy all of a sudden. I should be mad that he was late coming up to my room, but right now, the way he was touching me was beyond erotic.

With a sharp push of my legs, he was on top of me in an instant. I felt how hard and how big he was as he pressed himself onto my stomach. I moaned again as he ripped my negligee apart and started ravishing my nipples. He was being kind of rough with me but, for some reason, it only heightened my arousal.

Not being able to take anymore, I pulled my head up to meet him for a kiss, but I was quickly halted by a pair of hands gripping my wrists.

“I say when you can fucking kiss me. You got that?”

What the fuck? Did he just dare to fucking bark orders at me? “Fuck you! Get off me!”

I was about kick at him, but he was too quick. Before it could even register, he ripped the rest of my negligee off and dove down towards my pussy.

He wasted no time with his tongue. It was on me within an instant, quickly halting any ideas I had about trying to stop this. How could he make me hate him and lust after him at the same time? I didn’t think Brad had it in him to be the caveman before me.

It was difficult to see. It was so dark in the room, all I could make out was an outline of a magnificent body. And, boy, was this body giving me everything I could have wished for.

With a flick of his tongue, he was driving me crazy. I had men go down on me before, but none of them had the expertise with their tongues the way this man did. It was almost as if he knew my body already, knew exactly what buttons to press.

With a tilt of my hips, he licked up and down from my clit to my pussy. I couldn’t help the moans escaping me.

“Oh god!” I shouted again.

“You like that?” he asked, growling against my leg. The vibrations of that almost had me coming.

“Yes…”

“I know exactly what you want, Tyler. I know every inch of you. Do you want me to make you come like never before?”

“Oh god, yes,” I screamed. I was already ready to blow. The way he touched me, the way he talked to me had my fires raging.

“You will come when I tell you to, and not before. You got that, Tyler?” He licked me again and my knees nearly caved. “Answer me.”

“Yes! Why are you doing this?”

“Because I own you. I own every single fucking inch of you. That’s all you need to know. And all you need to feel is me.” He licked my clit again. I didn’t know how he did it, but that just turned a switch for me.

I could feel it rising. My cheeks were getting flushed, and my body was quivering so badly, I wondered whether I could control myself once I did blow.

It was there now, right on the edge. My moans were rising higher, and my legs tensed at the impending orgasm.

Suddenly, he stopped and growled at me, “Did I give you permission to come?”

I was about to argue and tell him to go fuck himself, but he always managed to beat me to the punch. “Turn over!”

“No!”

“Tyler, turn the fuck over. I won’t ask you again.”

“No!”

With one flip of his hands, I was face down on the bed. I wanted to argue, I wanted to tell him to piss off, but my body just seemed to quiver every time he touched me.

If I thought I couldn’t get much more aroused, he suddenly slapped me. Hard. “Ouch! What did you do that for?”

I waited for him to answer, but then he pulled my hips up and thrust his cock inside of me. “Fuck!” I shouted. “Are you even wearing a condom?” He slapped my ass again. “Bastard!”

“Give me your hand.”

“No!”

“I’m getting tired of this, Tyler.” He thrust inside me again and I very nearly passed out.

“Oh god!”

“Tyler, give me your fucking hand. Do as you’re told.”

Reaching out, I felt him tug my hand towards my pussy. I instantly felt his hard cock resting inside of me. I felt around the edges and the condom.

“You happy now?” I nodded and he released my hand.

“Now, I’m going to move, but no matter how much you’ll want to come, you have to hold it. You got that? Not until I say you can.”

“Arsehole!”

With a hard thrust, he fisted my hair. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby.”

Before I could even argue, he started moving inside of me. With every thrust, I knew it wouldn’t be too long before the build-up came again. He felt good. Way too damn good. It was almost as if he was made for me, designed specifically for Tyler O’Shea.

I felt angry. Angry that he could treat me this way. Most of all, I was angry at myself for letting him. Angry at myself for loving every single fucking second of it.

“Oh no!” I knew it was coming, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it.

“If you fucking come, I’ll punish you, Tyler!” he growled.

Saying that was all it took. I detonated on him, screaming and bucking underneath him. My orgasm just rained on and on, making every hair on my body stand on end. I had never experienced an orgasm like it.

“Fuck!” he moaned, as he fisted my hair tighter and pulled me up to meet him. Still pounding inside me, he pulled my head to one side and sucked me hard on the side of my neck.

It felt painful, but it somehow heightened my excitement even further as a second orgasm started rippling through me.

“Fuck, Tyler!” he shouted, then let go of my neck and thrust one more time as he came.

He soon collapsed on top of me, our breathing harsh and unforgiving. In a few moments, we fell silent. I started trying to comprehend what the fuck had just happened here. Did he really just degrade me, then gave me not one, but two fucking orgasms? I had heard of multiple orgasms, but I never thought I would ever experience it myself.

“You disobeyed me, Tyler. You will be punished for that.”

I tried turning over to give him a piece of my mind, but he had me lying on the bed in a vice-like grip. “You will go to sleep now like a good little girl.”

I had enough of this shit. It was one thing telling me what to do while having sex. It was a completely different ballgame now. “Fuck you.”

“I believed I just fucked
you
, Tyler. Not only that, but you had two of the best fucking orgasms anyone has ever given you. Am I right?”

I fell silent, knowing he was fucking right, and I hated him for it.

“That’s better. Not such a smart fucking mouth when you know I’m right. One day, I’ll fuck that pretty little mouth of yours.” He trailed his fingers along my lips, making my pussy come to life again.

“You want me to fuck you again, don’t you, Tyler? You want my mouth on your pussy, my tongue on your clit. You want me to bury my cock inside of you until I make you scream. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I said, breathlessly.

“Yes what, Tyler?”

“Please.”

“I may have done it if it wasn’t for the fact you disobeyed me. I will make you come again, though. I can promise you that much.”

With a swift shift in movement, he was off me and quickly spooning me from behind. He laid gentle kisses along my back and stroked my arm until I could feel my eyes growing heavy again. I knew he was doing this on purpose so that I would fall asleep, but I just didn’t care. He felt way too good to fight it.

Feeling completely sated and relaxed, I quickly drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

*****

The next morning, I woke aching in places I’ve never ached before. My pussy was sore, which I could handle, but it was everywhere else that felt strange. Stretching my arms, I rolled my head to one side and felt the pain on the side of my neck. Grimacing, I touched where it hurt, wondering why it felt so sore.

It was then I remembered. Brad.