11. Camryn

ELEVEN

CAMRYN

"I'm telling you, we shouldn't be here," Lily says, ever the worrier, as we look around the crowded living room. It was Brittany's idea to drag us all to a party, and now we're here, looking out of place in a stranger's home.

"They're all too drunk to pay us any attention," Gwen says, pointing at a girl in a short skirt who walks past.

Brittany sways her hips in time to the beat on her way to the kitchen. We follow behind, trying our best to go unnoticed.

Cluttered countertops greet us, with countless half-empty bottles littering the room. Plastic cups roll across the floor as we gather around the island. Benny—dressed in a black hoodie—adjusts his backward cap, then rubs his hands together in anticipation while Aron pours us each a shot. He hands them out, winking at me with a playful gleam in his eye, and downs his in one go.

I mirror him, swallowing the too-sweet liquid, which burns a path down my throat.

"That's disgusting," Lily mutters, screwing her face up.

"Really? I thought it tasted of strawberries." Brittany blows a strand of pink hair away from her lips and scans the room.

Outside, hollers ring out as the footballers take turns cannonballing into the infinity pool.

"Why are we here again?" I ask.

Gwen rolls her eyes, then slides the bottle toward her and pours a second shot. "Our delusional friend, Benny, thinks he stands a shot with Erica, the cheer captain, remember?"

The man in question accepts her shot with a playful smile. "Now that we have survived the séance, which, let's face it, was freaky as fuck, and no crazy demon is coming after us, I have learned a thing or two about life."

"Let's hear it, then." Gwen hands me a shot, and I eye the pink liquid.

Benny tosses his back, then discards the shot glass over his shoulder. "Well, life is short. We need to seize opportunities as they come our way and go after what we want."

"Aren't you the philosophical man all of a sudden?" Brittany teases, sliding his backward cap around.

He fixes it and hands her a shot glass. "It's your turn. Don't bow out on us."

Aron's fingers ghost my lower back, and I pretend I don't notice as I lock eyes with none other than Dominic over by the staircase. A blonde girl hangs off his arm, pushing her tits against him while his eyes drill holes into my head.

Of course, he's here. Where else would he be on a Friday night?

"Give me that." I grab the bottle, pour my third shot, and swallow it down. I'll need all the liquid courage I can get to face him after he's glared daggers at me for days.

He still sleeps on my floor, though.

I level him with a glare of my own as I pour another shot.

Aron clears his throat, subtly taking the bottle from me and placing it back on the table. But he doesn't stop me from taking my fourth shot.

"Wow," Gwen says, her voice thick with amusement. "Our girl here is on a mission to get drunk."

Lily watches me warily, but I'm not in the mood for pity tonight. My feelings are all over the place. I want to kiss my stepbrother one minute, then slap him the next. Seeing him with her, the way she presses up against him, churns my stomach.

Soft fingers graze the exposed skin at my lower back where my tank top meets my shorts. Aron whispers in my ear, "Are you okay?"

I stare at my stepbrother in the eye. "I'm good."

I can see him tense from here, and fuck if it doesn't arouse me.

"So, about the séance," Gwen says, but Aron shakes his head.

"We agreed not to talk about it. Nothing has happened since."

Gwen looks at me, her eyes softening. "Are you sure everything is okay? That house?—"

"I'm fine," I bite out, escaping Aron's featherlight touch. "I need the toilet."

Weaving through the crowds, I try to walk straight, but the room tilts on its axis. I've had too much to drink, and now everything is a blur.

I feel Dominic's hard eyes on me as I make my way up the stairs, surprised I don't trip and break my back in a spectacular fall.

When I reach the landing, a hiccup slips from my lips. I blink to clear the haze before looking left and right, the carpeted hallway stretching out on either side.

I'm screwed.

I laugh under my breath, amused by my own predicament. And then I take a left, bumping into the wall and almost knocking a picture frame off its hook. More drunken laughter bubbles up, but then a warm hand clamps down over my mouth and hauls me into the nearest bedroom.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Dominic sneers as he slams me up against the door.

A surprised breath escapes me, the sound of my yelp muffled beneath his hand. There are two of him. Since when did he get another twin?

His heated exhale whooshes out of him before he hauls me away from the door and tosses me onto the bed. My body bounces, and I shriek with laughter. Dominic, however, doesn't find any of this funny.

He grabs hold of my ankle and pulls me down the mattress. Then he hooks his fingers in my shorts and slides them roughly down my legs. "Do you know how fucking angry it makes me seeing that guy, Aron, all over you, like a sniffing dog." Throwing my shorts on the floor, he slaps my thighs apart. "I'm gonna wring his fucking neck right after I make you come on my tongue."

I'm already writhing as he drops to his knees and puts my legs on his broad shoulders. Scrunching the flowery bedspread in my fists, I can't stop giggling, not at all used to alcohol.

Dominic pulls my panties aside and smacks my pussy so hard, pain bursts like pinpricks all over my sensitive folds. "Don't piss me off again, Camryn."

"But it's so much fun," I slur, reaching for his soft hair, but he slaps my fingers away and traps my wrists with one hand over my head. I sigh contentedly as he leans above me, his dark hair falling over his brow. I love him like this, devouring me with his eyes. I can't believe this is happening.

"Do you have any idea how fucking angry I am with you?"

"You're always angry."

"Shut up," he snarls, baring his incisor teeth as he releases my wrists to wrap his long fingers around my throat. "Move your hands, and I stop."

My pussy pulses at the feel of his grip on my throat—the sheer dominance in his gaze.

"You want to get drunk and be a brat, little sister? You think it's fun to play games?" He releases my throat and smacks my face with enough force behind his blow to stun me. I moan shamelessly. "You like that, huh?" His palm connects with my cheek again and he grips my chin. "This isn't a reward."

Chest heaving, I stare up at the ceiling as he bites my thigh hard enough to elicit a pained cry.

He pries my legs open with punishing fingers, and his devilish mouth descends like a tsunami, wreaking havoc on my self-control. My hips shoot off the bed, and I moan at the feel of his warm tongue sliding over my soaked pussy.

"Don't move," he growls against my clit, his lips driving me crazy. "If you come, I'll choke you with my dick until you pass out."

His tongue circles my opening, teasing just enough to leave me begging for more, and then he rams it inside me, tongue-fucking me until I can barely catch my breath.

The intense pleasure slowly builds until I'm so close to coming that I'm shaking and shivering despite my best attempts to stay off the edge.

I know he told me to stay still, but it's impossible. I'm fucking his face with my pussy and grinding my hips almost desperately as he peppers bites on my thighs, marking me with his sharp teeth. His dark eyes stay locked on mine, daring me to come, daring me to piss him off. Daring me to defy him.

A cold sweat breaks out on my skin, and just as I'm about to let go, he flips me onto my front.

He guides me onto my knees, spreading my cheeks apart with his rough fingers. Anticipation swells in my chest as a chill of cold air kisses my back hole and swollen slit. I quiver as I bury my head in the pillow. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I wouldn't feel this comfortable being so exposed if it weren't for the alcohol swimming through my veins.

"I'm going to fuck these holes one day," he breathes, leaning in to drag his tongue from my throbbing clit to my anus. He circles my exit, probing me with the tip, and then proceeds to rim me senseless until my eyes roll back and my thighs tremble.

"Please," I whimper, the sound muffled in the pillow. "Please, let me come."

"Did you or did you not let your friend touch you in the kitchen?"

"Touch me?" My words come out garbled as he laps up my juices with a slow swipe of his tongue before swirling it around my entrance until tears soak the pillow. I need to come. I need it so fucking bad.

"He had his hand on your back, did he not?"

My choked sob has him chuckling against my soaked cunt. "Please, Dominic."

"Are you going to drink my cum like a good whore? Choke on my dick and thank me for it?"

"Yes, p-please, just…please."

"Beg me for it."

"Please make me come. Please!"

Dominic flops me over onto my back before he stands up and unbuckles his belt to free his massive cock. He grabs hold of my arm, hauling me to my knees, then fists a handful of hair at the nape of my neck as he jerks his dick in front of my face. "You don't touch me, get it?"

Mesmerized by his veiny dick, I lick my lips. It's on the tip of my tongue to ask him why he won't let me touch him, but I lose all train of thought when a bead of precum seeps from the head.

"Get it?" His grip on my hair tightens until it hurts.

"Yes," I reply, looking up at him. He yanks me back and orders me to open my mouth. I stick my tongue out, my scalp prickling with pain while he beats his dick over my face.

"You want this? You want my dick in your pretty mouth?"

When I try to nod, his grip on my hair won't let me. The sharp bite of pain has tears pricking my eyes, but it's of the good kind.

"Let Aron touch you again, and I'll kill him. I don't give a shit how pretty you look begging for my cock, or how needy you are. No one gets to touch you except for me."

Why is it that the more he degrades me, the more aroused I get? Why do I love the vile words spilling from his mouth while he beats his dick as though he wants to rip it off? Why do I respond to this unhinged side of him?

"Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my cum."

"I want your cum, Dom."

His eyes darken at the nickname, his fingers twitching in my tangled hair.

"Can I taste your cock now?" I ask as more precum seeps from the crown.

His harsh breaths and the sound of slapping skin play a symphony to the desire inside me. I'm coming undone as he pauses to rub his thick cock across my cheeks and over my parted lips. I try to taste him, but he pulls me away, back to jerking his cock. "You don't get to taste or touch me."

I almost cry at his declaration, prepared to beg, but before I can open my mouth to speak, cum erupts on my face. I open my mouth just in time to catch a few precious squirts. Dominic grunts, his fingers loosening on my hair before they tighten again. He keeps me out of reach, panting as he slows his movements.

I stare up at him through cum covered lashes and make a show of licking him off my lips, still drunk enough to feel brave in the face of the monster residing behind that hard stare.

"Thank you," I whisper, and his gaze darkens, like storm clouds gathering over a valley. He bends down to collect my shorts, using them to wipe my face before tossing them at me. "Get dressed. I'm taking you home."

I stare at the shorts for a beat, then release an incredulous sound. My clit is throbbing. "What about me?"

"What about you?" he asks, doing up his belt.

"Aren't you going to return the favor?"

Those intense eyes clash with mine. "I told you this wasn't a reward. Get dressed before I fuck you raw in the ass. Stop fighting me. I'm taking you home so you can sober up and stop embarrassing yourself."

A red haze of fury blinds me, and I shoot to my feet, swaying despite my best attempts to stay upright. "How fucking dare you, Dominic? You can't treat me like this. I'm not some toy you can just…just?—"

"Just what?" He gets in my face. "Not some fuck toy I can use and discard like yesterday's trash? Yes, Camryn, that's exactly what you are. Just a warm, tight hole."

When he turns to walk out, I run after him and smack his back hard enough to cause him to turn to granite beneath my blows. "Why do you hate me so much, huh? What did I ever do to you?"

He spins around so fast that I would almost tumble backward if it weren't for his painful grip on my arm. I gasp as he yanks me close, hissing through clenched teeth, "I know about the affair between you and my dad."

My eyes widen and ice slithers through my veins. "Dominic?" I shake my head, whispering, "No…"

"No?" If anything, my denial pisses him off even more. He fishes his phone out of his pocket while still holding me in a vise. My heart threatens to explode from my chest when he thrusts his screen in my face.

He presses play. "Tell me that's not you on your fucking knees in my father's office?"

I squeeze my eyes shut, overwhelmed by shame, but he grabs my chin and tilts my face up, his bruising grip causing tears to cascade down my cheeks. "Does that answer your question, Sis?"

When I remain silent, he jostles me. "Does it?"

"Yes," I reply, unable to look away from the cold fury in his eyes. "It answers my question."

Shifting closer, he slides his hand lower, trailing his fingers over my skin until my throat is clasped in his hand. He opens his mouth to unleash hell on my fragile heart, but before he can speak a single word, a scream outside has us both stiffening. We exchange a confused look. Dominic releases me and strides out of the room.

Throwing on my stained shorts, I run after him, swiping the tears from my cheeks. We dash downstairs. Dominic grabs my hand as he shoulders through the commotion of students trying to get out through the door.

We exit the house, and my heart ceases to beat at the sight of Benny up on the roof with Erica clutched to his chest. I gaze up, my previous shame and anger forgotten. Dominic's fingers thread through mine as the sound of crying students fills the silent night.

Someone is up on the roof with them, pleading with Benny to step away from the edge, pleading with him to drop the gun in his hand.

"Oh my God," I whimper, palming my mouth as tears gather on my fluttering lashes. This can't be happening. Why would he do this?

"Let her go," someone shouts, cupping their mouth to be heard above the loud crying.

Benny's eyes land on mine and his lips curve as a breeze rustles through the trees. He digs the gun into Erica's temple, making her cry even harder.

His words echo across the yard—words meant solely for me. "His hatred for you really is delicious." Then he shoves Erica off the roof.

Dominic clamps his hand over my eyes. A scream ripples through the crowd as it surges back, and a haunting thud makes me choke back a whimper.

I wrench free from Dominic's hold and run forward, only to come to a sudden halt when Benny puts the gun to his head.

"No!" I cry, but it's too late. I flinch at the sudden gunshot. Time slows as Benny's body tumbles to the ground.

I've never watched anyone die, not like this. Dominic's brother was already dead when the water started pouring into the car. I don't know how, but his neck was twisted at an unnatural angle. Dominic's father couldn't get his seatbelt off. He was stuck, and I couldn't free him, no matter how much I pulled and yanked.

In his last moments, with his face coated in sweat, he ordered me to hand him the gun inside the dashboard. I only hesitated briefly, all too aware of the ice-cold water that was waist-deep and quickly rising, but his sharp, composed voice forced me back to the present moment. "Now, Camryn."

While the water rippled around my waist and the car sunk deeper into the river, I retrieved the gun and handed it to him.

His eyes swam with regret. "Save yourself, Camryn."

My head shook, but he winced and said, "I'm not asking. It's too late for me, but you still have a chance."

I glanced at my dead stepbrother in the backseat. How did this happen? The sound of the water pouring in was so loud. I couldn't think.

"I need you to look after Dominic and your mom."

I never saw him die. Never saw him pull the trigger. But I do remember how numb I felt as I breached the surface, gulping down gasping breaths. This is different, but the numbness is the same.

Dominic pulls me into his embrace. I feel nothing as a whisper of wind shifts my hair, swaying the branches overhead, singing a song of woes.

His hatred for you really is delicious.