Chapter 15

Chapter Fifteen

TYRANT

One droplet of cunt nectar and I’m addicted. Of course I’m addicted. It’s the sweet taste of cunt. Fresh cunt. New cunt. A new arrival who is gently learning her way around Sinners Academy . My mind knowing all the enjoyment that’s to come.

Yet that taste. That fucking taste. Bad enough I was eye level with her sweet cunt. Checking her inner thighs. Looking at her perfect, delicious labia. Thin, glistening folds, meaning to touch my cock as I pound myself into her body. The stubble of her pubic hair. The curve of her hips. She has a freckle at her left hip. I can’t help but picture stroking my cock, smothering that freckle with hot cum.

Yet I’m standing, towering over her. I’ve lifted her panties, hard and tight against her cunt, knowing she’s just one touch away from an explosive orgasm.

Together, we’ve tasted her desire. She’s ready. So the question that screams in her eyes, mind, heart, clit and cunt…

Why?

Why am I not sucking her clit right now? Why am I not rubbing my thumb into her cunt, stealing her juice, and sliding my thumb back to her tight, swollen ass, and testing her back there…?

She still has the fucking GHB in her system. That’s why. She’s vomited, which is good. She needs to eat. Drink. She needs to get everything out of her system.

Plus, on my end, I know what I have to do next.

Serafina Lockart is my claimed one . She’s been given to me. To savor. To enjoy. That’s exactly what I plan to do. Savor. Enjoy. Break her. Punish her. And as much as I hate the thought…

… leave her shattered and tattered for Des to marry.

There are no true athletic facilities at SA . Some places want to play football. We prefer to learn the art of deception and murder. We’re in a world so far beyond the normal side of society nothing is believable and nothing makes sense. We do have an amazing gym though.

An old stone building rumored to once have been used for medical experiments. The place was hollowed out and turned into a state of the art weight room and gym. There’s a back section of the gym where the weights are old, the mirrors are cracked, the ceiling leaks, and the smell of mold and iron linger in the air.

The main part of the gym is all state of the art equipment. Of course that’s where I find Des. On his back, putting up three hundred pounds on a bench press.

Sin spots him and I charge at Sin with force. This is not a problem for Sin. He’s done nothing wrong.

“Ty!”

I recognize Demo’s monstrous voice.

“Fuck!” Demo yells.

I throw a shoulder into Sin. Just to knock him out of the way. I then grab the bench press bar, at the middle, and I push down.

“You fucking drugged her,” I say, looking down at Des.

His eyes go wide. Shocked to see me. Shocked to feel all the extra weight added to the bench press bar.

“Ty, that’s enough,” Demo says from my left side.

“No,” I say. “This fucking piece of shit drugged Serafina at the party. He then took her to a bedroom. Left the fucking window open too. What was that about? Huh? Wanted her jump?”

“F-f-f-fuck… you…” Des growls.

He grits his teeth. His face turns a deep shade of red.

“Ty, this can’t happen here like this,” Sin says to me. “Luc is here.”

“Fuck Luc,” I growl. My eyes won’t leave Des’s eyes. “Tell me what the point of it was.”

Des’s arms start to shake. He’s getting worn out. Rubbery. If I break his arms and slam three hundred pounds into his chest as hard as I can, I’ll probably end up killing him.

I release my hold and step back. Sin jumps in and aids Des with getting the heavily weighted bar back up and stable.

Des doesn’t just sit up. He jumps up and turns. That forces Sin to throw himself at Des. At the same time, Demo clamps a hand to my left shoulder. It’s like the fucking jaws of life grip. I shake my left shoulder but Demo isn’t giving up.

“You’re just upset I’m getting her when I want her,” Des says. “That’s all. She’s my wife.”

“The fuck she is,” I growl. “Not yet, Des. Maybe not ever.”

“Oh, you’re going to break the system now? For some new arrival? Have you even had her yet? Tasted her sweet cunt? Huh? She was damn ready for me, that’s for sure. You’re lucky I’m such a nice guy. An honest guy.”

There’s a reason Des’s name is Destroy . He fits the part. He’s the biggest piece of shit I’ve ever met in my life.

Well, that’s not true. My father fits right in with Des. Luc too. Fuck them all. Those who stand at the throne in the Perg .

“You put your arm around her,” I say. “And then you dropped something in her drink.”

“Did you touch another’s claimed one ?”

The voice is thick and powerful. I curl my lip. It’s my goddamn brother. Everyone moves out of the way, giving Luc a clear path to Des and me.

Luc stands there, shirtless, ripped with sweaty muscle, a white towel around his neck. I keep my mouth shut.

The reality here is that without Des actually doing something to Serafina, I’ve got nothing to go by. He drugged her drink for fun. Just to see what would happen. Just to get under my skin. Thrusting me and her closer together.

Fuck, for all I know, he wants things sped up. Maybe he has something going on outside of SA and he needs a wife soon.

At any given time for any given reason we can be plucked right off campus and sent out into the world. I’ve seen it happen before. And once we leave, if it’s for good, we give up our name and go back to our birth name.

So, yeah, if you’re keeping score, my name isn’t really Tyrant . And Des’s name really isn’t Destroy. Same for Demo. He’s not really Demonic. You get the picture.

“I asked a question,” Luc says.

“I put my arm around my future wife,” Des says. “Playfully. For, what, five seconds, if that.”

Luc glances at me.

“I’ll be the first to admit, I wanted to get under Ty’s skin,” Des says. “He’s a fucking prick and I hate his guts. Now he’s accusing me of drugging his claimed one . Can you believe this guy? Total psycho.”

“Tyrant?” Luc says with a nod.

My jaw tightens. I have nothing to say. I refuse to play this game. Going back and forth. Arguing over this. In front of Luc? No fucking way.

“If you don’t respond, there’s nothing I can do,” Luc says.

I step toward Des. Sin and Demo get in my way. The look in Des’s eyes… hiding behind his pretend prestige. His father is the reason why he stands next to the throne. We all have a place here.

“Just leave a little bit of her left for me, Ty,” Des says.

Des grins. He’s such a sick fuck. He wants me to ruin Serafina and then hand her off to him.

He’ll just drug her, use her, never love her. Never care for her. She’ll be forced into having a few kids, just for appearances. She’ll end up on drugs and probably finish it all off with a stint at rehab or just ending her life.

None of this matters though. It sure as fuck should not matter to me. My only job is to devour Serafina’s cunt. Fuck her cunt so hard she’ll be popping pain pills just to breathe. And then her ass… oh, yes, I will take her ass…

Demo pats a hand against my chest. “Let it go for now, man.”

I knock Demo’s hand out of the way and give him a shove. He tenses up and I use my eyes to dare him to take a swing.

I turn away and Luc steps to his left, getting right into my path. My brother and I stare at each other. Goddamn us both for having our father’s eyes. The same damn color. Shape. Size.

I can rat Des out right now. He’ll get punished. For what though? What does it change? Nothing. It’s all predetermined.

I get to break my claimed one down into nothing… leave her with nothing but a desire for more pleasure and a sense of obedience that will serve her well.

Only then can she be handed off to Destroy for him to marry.