Twisted Together (7 page)

As
blue as his eyes.

Hugging
my knees gave me no comfort. I was no better than a paid escort. A
whore. I'd let him have his way with me for gifts, the promise of
money...

And
I had loved all of it.

I'm
disgusting. I should just call my parents tomorrow and deal with
their anger, with them probably not paying my loans anymore. No more
college.
My
life would be ruined, but wasn't it already? Touching a hand to my
chest, I remembered how Kris had felt when he straddled me. It
stirred my heat, tugged my cock into a partial erection.

Glowering,
I punched my pillow and fell back on the mattress.
Awful,
what he did to me was...
But
was it really? Lifting my arm, I spread my fingers over my eyes. What
Kris had brought out of me was frightening. He'd woken up a side of
me that I'd never felt. Now, he owned that private piece. He was a
beastial creature, yet that very aura, that control and hunger, had
been what drove me wild.

Yes,
wild. I'm a wild animal,
I
thought sardonically. He'd made me rut like I was in heat. I'd cum
for him twice that night, lost all sense when he shoved his cock down
my throat. I stroked my Adam’s apple at the memory, thinking of
his rigid length forcing into me.

Quaking
at it, lost in thought, my body flashed with desire. Even now, just
lying there, I wanted him to overpower me again. Why? Why was I like
this, what had changed?

I
only felt certain of one thing.

Kris
could never know. If he did, if I stopped fighting him, it would be
over. He'd have me around his pinky. Such a domineering man, he'd
conquer my body, my mind, and then... what?
Toss
me aside, leave me broken. He'll ruin me, he's halfway there already.
I
had gone into our agreement straight, or I thought I'd been. If he
could coax me into cumming in public, into sucking his sweltering
prick, I feared what else he could do.

He
must never know how weak I am to him.

Tensing
my jaw, I glared at the ceiling in determination. I would go through
with our deal. I'd get the money, and then I'd be free of him. Moving
into another dorm might be an extreme I'd have to take to escape him,
but when the Gold Swan event was done, I'd do that too.

I
was going to make it through this.

As
long as I never gave into him again...

I'd
make it through with whatever pieces of me were still mine.

****

I
hid from him the entirety of the next morning. Twice he knocked, but
he left me alone. That is, until it turned three in the afternoon.
“Jack,” he said, knocking loudly. “Come on, stop
avoiding me. You need to get cleaned up and ready, we'll be leaving
soon.”

My
eyes were wide, fixed on the door with distaste. He was right, of
course. “Fine. Give me some privacy and I'll get going.”

“
I've
been giving you privacy all day.” The wood creaked, like he was
leaning on it. “You better pull it together. 'Boyfriends' don't
close each other out, got it?”

Biting
my tongue, I didn't respond. Had any of our dorm mates heard him?
Waiting till I heard his footsteps, I gathered up the shopping bags
to pick what I would wear. He hadn't given me instructions, so I
chose a charcoal pair of trousers, matching top, and a turquoise tie.
It was bright, reminding my of a jewel.

Peering
into the hall, finding it empty, I hurried into the bathroom. Even
then, I locked the door.
No
chances. If he slipped in here with me, while I was naked...
Blushing,
concerned by how my dick stiffened, I turned on the water. It was
scalding; perfect.

The
steam helped smooth the wrinkles in my mind. Wishing I'd done it last
night, thinking it might have helped my mood, I scrubbed myself down.
With hands bracing the tiles, my head hung low. Water rolled down my
cheeks, my chin, vanishing into the drain. I stayed like that until
my skull felt water-logged.

No
more delaying. It's time.

The
room was foggy with steam. Drying myself in a fluffy towel, I eyed
the clothes piled on the sink ledge like they were poisonous snakes.
Stop
it, just get changed.
I'd
found the clothes too expensive for me before. Now, they served to
remind me of my situation.

The
result, however, was stunning. Wiping the mirror down, I stared at my
reflection. Crisp, dark, lovely; I was a sight to see.
Kris
will love this.
The
thought sent an unwanted spark to my belly.

Scraping
my jaw free of stubble, I was smooth and clean in minutes. There was
nothing left to do, no excuse to run the clock down. Inhaling till my
ribs hurt, I shoved the door open.

Kris
was waiting for me.

Dressed
in a vest the color of maple, his long sleeved button-down was
creamy, pure snow. He was an image of crisp innocence in light
shades, something I found wholly unfair. Kris wasn't sweet. Surely
not virginal. It was a mockery, him in white and me all dark.

He
swept his gaze over, devouring me with eagerness. His eyes pierced to
the spot inside of me that he'd claimed, ruling how my body warmed
with his approval. Already my heart was thumping. How could I find
the resolve to resist this enticing man who ignored my protests?

“
You
look wonderful,” he said, breathing in sharply. “Jack,
really, you clean up like something else.”

Blushing
furiously, I took my courage in hand and shoved past him. “Thanks.”
You
look great, too.
“I
guess we should get moving.”

His
hand found mine, spinning me back to him. I was too surprised to
resist. Our chests touched, the space between us a mere inch as I
slid my heel backwards. His fingers were claws on my forearm,
trapping me. “Did I anger you somehow? You've been avoiding me
since last night.”

My
mouth fell open. “You're joking. Of
course
I'm pissed at you! Last night shouldn't have happened.”

Kris
furrowed his eyebrows, then showed me his usual smile. “You
regret it. I thought you'd feel better, now that you knew how you
really felt towards me.”

Ripping
my arm away risked ruining the shirt, but I didn't care. Kris let me
go, his nails rippling over the fabric like rain. “I don't feel
anything towards you!”
That's
a lie, he knows it, too.
Pink
from neck to nose, I stormed towards the front door. “Let's get
this over with.”

“
Wait.”
His arms circled me from behind. The gesture was so... intimate, so
unlike the animal side of him, that I froze up. His breath was warm
on my ear. “Jack, listen to me. If we leave in this state,
we'll never convince my father about us.”

Convince
him. Trick him, he surely means.
“I
won't act so angry there,” I whispered, fighting to keep my
rage, even as I promised I'd hide it. “Don't worry, I'm not an
idiot.”

Soft
lips pressed to my neck, shooting goosebumps down my arms for
decades. “I don't think you are.”

In
a whirl, my thoughts melted into nothing. Kris held me, hips brushing
against my ass. It was too easy to fall apart with him. Regret and
relief flooded me when he stepped away, walking in front to open the
door. My legs acted like they were mired in water, slow and reluctant
to follow him outside.

Knowing
that a single touch from this man could send me tumbling away wasn't
reassuring.

****

The
drive was quiet. That was fine with me, I had nothing to really say.
However, when we left the city behind and began curving down roads
lined with trees and expensive houses, my curiosity piqued. “The
place we're going, what's it look like? And just how big of an event
is this?”

“
Pretty
big,” he said, speeding along like he was daring the police to
give us a ticket. “It's in an old mansion, you'll see.”
He shot me a quick, knowing smirk. “You'll be amazed.”

And
he was quite right.

When
we pulled through the gates, parking among the many colored cars (all
expensive) lining the stones, I couldn't tear my eyes from the
building. It was
huge
,
straight out of some old movie. Something like a hotel, more than a
house.
He
called it a mansion.
Yes,
that was accurate.

Pale
yellow, light against the verdant bushes and flowers, it set my
nerves on edge. This was not a place for me. It was a place for
people with money who marinated in power. Turning my head, I stared
at Kris with new understanding. Yes, I'd been aware he was well off.
But even when he'd told me about how his father owned Vanilla
Pinings, I hadn't really let it sink in.

Kris
was from another world.

What
the hell am I doing here?
Our
charade would never work. No one could believe someone like Kris was
with a chump like me. That knowledge made my heart chill.

“
Come
on,” he said, kicking the door open. “We're starting to
go beyond fashionably late.”

My
hand found his shoulder, shocking us both. “Wait. I can't do
this.”

“
What?”
His blue eyes burned, not one bit kind.

Shaking
my head, I forced my fingers off of him. My knuckles were throbbing,
as if I'd been outside too long in the snow. “This won't work.
I'm not—fuck. There's no way I can pull this off. I'm going to
go in there and look like an idiot.”

Kris
sat back down, watching me intently. I couldn't read his mood, it was
too neutral. “You want to back out now? After coming so far,
it's a house that does you in?”

I
knew what he was referring to. After what I'd done with him, was it
this that would be my undoing? Biting my lip, I scrubbed at my hair,
then panicked and smoothed it in the mirror. “Those people in
there are going to take one look at me and know I don't belong.”

And
they'd be right.

Kris's
hand glided onto my thigh, startling me. It was a possessive touch,
warring with the part of me that needed comfort, and the part of me
that wanted to escape him. I knew his mood when he spoke that time;
serious, without reproach. “Jack, they're going to take one
look at you and realize you belong with
me
.
That's more than enough to sooth them, as far as they matter.”