Sins And Chastity

Marco–Polo

MARNI

JETHRO (PRIDE): Where are you, little Rose?

KINGSTON (WRATH): We know you’re not at lunch in the cafeteria because we’re here waiting for you.

Waiting for me?

SHIT. s**t. s**t!

SPENCER (GREED): MARCO.

KINGSTON (WRATH): MARCO.

DAMON (LUST): MARCO.

JETHRO (PRIDE): MARCO!

I feel my eyes dilate as I read the overflowing impatience stemming from the group chat. They’re really getting antsy now. They expect an answer of sorts. And I’d better answer. Or I’ll just make it worse. So much worse.

JETHRO (PRIDE): YOU EITHER GET YOUR ASS TO THE CAFETERIA, OR TELL US WHERE YOU ARE SO WE CAN COME TO YOU. IF YOU TELL US WHERE YOU ARE, THERE WILL BE NO PENALTY. BUT THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES IF YOU DON'T.

Consequences?!

Why won’t they just leave me alone?

DAMON (LUST): OLLY OLLY OXEN FREE, LITTLE ROSE.

Great. Now Damon is doing it, too.

JETHRO (PRIDE): IT’S OBVIOUS BY NOW THAT YOU’RE NOT GOING TO MEET US IN THE CAFETERIA, SO WHERE ARE YOU?

There’s a ruckus outside the door, and my heart leaps into my throat as my eyes dart to see the cause, relaxing a little when it’s just two boys horsing around. Two regular boys.

Not Sins.

Blowing out a breath, I watch as the one with curly red hair stands back up to tackle his friend and the two of them go crashing into nearby lockers.

But another vibration steals my attention back.

JETHRO (PRIDE): THIS IS YOUR FINAL CHANCE. WHERE ARE YOU?

My chest swells as I hold in a breath and ponder what to do. I can’t go to the cafeteria where they are waiting for me. But I also can’t continue to ignore them. They will search for me. And they will find me. It’s only a matter of time.

But before I can choose what to do, Jethro decides for me.

JETHRO (PRIDE): THAT’S ENOUGH, LITTLE ROSE. WE’VE GIVEN YOU HOURS TO ADJUST TO US. IF YOU DON'T RESPOND WITHIN THE NEXT THREE MINUTES, WE WILL ALL COME LOOKING FOR YOU. AND YOU’LL BE PUNISHED WHEN WE CATCH YOU. BECAUSE WE WILL CATCH YOU.

SPENCER (GREED): PUNISHMENT ON THE FIRST DAY? DAMN, JET, WHO PISSED IN YOUR FRUITY PEBBLES THIS MORNING?

KINGSTON (WRATH): I WOULDN’T PUSH HIM, MARNI. JUST DO AS YOU’RE TOLD.

No. I’m not just going to do what these pricks tell me to do. They are nothing to me, and I don’t have to listen to them. I won’t listen to them. They do not own me, contrary to what they believe in their self-absorbed heads.

Suddenly, I miss the boys joking about Harry Potter. What happened to those boys? And why did they change into these relentless assholes so fast?

JETHRO (PRIDE): YOU’RE WRATH, KING, SO YOU’LL BE THE ONE TEACHING OUR GIRL A LESSON. I’LL JUST BE WATCHING.

Our girl?

Fuck that. I’m not their girl.

They may be beautiful boys, but they are incredibly annoying, and insufferable when they don’t get what they want. I’m a little embarrassed for them to be honest. Are they all seniors in high school about to graduate, or are they little kids in elementary school throwing tantrums because they can’t have their way? If you looked at the group chat, you wouldn’t know.

And these are the boys who dominate on the football field. These are the boys who practically float down the halls. These are the boys who threaten others and make students cower simply by walking by.

The Blueridge High Crows, ladies, and gentlemen. Here are your gods in all their shining asshole armor, throwing a fit because a girl doesn’t want to be debased by any of them.

Aren’t they just charming?

KINGSTON (WRATH): C’MON, PETAL, I DON'T WANT TO START OUR RELATIONSHIP OFF BY GETTING HANDSY WITH YOU. IT’S NOT THE KIND OF PHYSICAL INTERACTION I HAD IN MIND.

JETHRO (PRIDE): TWO MINUTES.

My foot bounces uncontrollably as more texts pop up on the screen. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to respond. A simple “hi” will no longer suffice. And I can’t exactly tell them that I don’t belong to anyone—certainly not such egocentric pricks—because I don’t.

DAMON (LUST): DO YOU WANT US TO CHASE YOU, IS THAT IT? DO YOU WANT TO FORCE OUR HANDS?

I scoff at that.

Yes, Damon, that’s what I want. That’s exactly what I want. I want to be harassed by you assholes, and then I want to be touched by one of you assholes.

Jesus Christ these boys are something else. Lost in their own little worlds, where everyone inside it is there to serve them and bend to their every whim. They sure are used to people waiting on them hand and foot, waiting in the wing to give them whatever the f**k they want.

Well, they’re not getting what they want from me. They won’t be adding my cherry to their collection.

KINGSTON (WRATH): ARE YOU PURPOSELY BEING A BAD GIRL, PETAL?

Okay, now I kind of hate that nickname. Now it just sounds filthy when he uses it. Condescending and rude.

JETHRO (PRIDE): DELICATE LITTLE ROSE DON’T MAKE US SHOW YOU OUR THORNS.

I’ll give you delicate.

What a prick.

My pupils dilate as I scan the words popping up, fear trickling up my neck. There is just no end to this harassment. They are incorrigible.

JETHRO (PRIDE): ONE MINUTE. AND THEN WE COME FOR YOU. WE WON'T BE NICE. AND YOU’LL FIND OUT FIRSTHAND JUST HOW KING GOT HIS NICKNAME.

Of course, Pride would say that. He’s got the biggest ego of them all. He’d never allow a virgin to graduate and leave this school. That’d be a hit to his reputation, the legacy of the Sins. He refuses to accept defeat. Refuses to give up on a challenge. And I’m the biggest challenge so far. The one with the biggest reward yet. No way he’s just going to let me go without a fight.

And I will fight.

I won’t just accept being marked and taken like the girls before me. I won’t allow any one of them to steal what is only mine to give. I refuse to bow down to them. I will not be their new pet, a plaything for them to prance around—

The sound of another bell, indicating that lunch period is nearly over jolts me into motion, and before I even think about what I’m doing, I’m out of my desk, tossing my bag over my shoulder, and darting out the door.

The vibrations of my phone seem more intense as I enter the hallway, dodging clumps of students as they meet up with friends. Jittery and bouncy, filled with terrifying adrenaline, I risk a glance behind me, searching for the four boys who rule the school and who want to rule me.

Voices quickly ricochet off the lockers lining the walls as more students mingle and form groups. I spot the front doors just a few feet away, the afternoon sun shining right through the long rectangular windows on each one. I’m nearly there. Escape is just a few seconds away. I can see my freedom, bright and welcoming, cheering me on.

The day is only halfway finished, and I’m supposed to be heading to Science class right now, but I can’t. I can’t go to class. Not now. I can’t make myself readily available for the Sins to find me, not after I’ve already pissed them off and ignored them for three periods.

I have to get out of here.

Now!

My heart is throbs in my chest by the time I place my hands on the metal bar and throw open the doors of the school, taking one quick look over my shoulder to make sure I’m still in the clear.

My feet slap against the pathway outside, my face is warmed by the sun...

But just as I face forward again, I slam into a hard body as thick hands grasp my wrists.

My heart falls to the bottom of me when I look up to see Kingston Scott standing right in front of me, holding me in an unforgiving clasp, the remaining Sins all standing there with their arms folded across their muscly chests.

“Just where do you think you’re going, little rose?” Jethro’s calculating glacial blue eyes peg me, and I feel my heart sink further inside as they form a half-crescent around me to trap me on the sidewalk.

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KINGSTON

I thought Jethro was going to combust with how furious he got after we caught Marni attempting to skip out on the rest of the day, slipping out the front door at the end of the lunch period.

He didn’t think she was going to fight us. He’d told us all that she’d agree to what we wanted. He was convinced that she would be game to be passed around— why, I have no idea. But he believed it in his gut. At least that’s what he said, anyway. And now that he’s gotten it in his head, there will be no persuading him otherwise. Once Pride has his mind set on something, there’s not a force strong enough on this earth that can deter him. Marni is definitely in store for some sort of punishment.

Her sweet honey eyes find me, her lip trembling as she tries to turn away, but I don’t let her. I squeeze her wrist tighter to let her know to stop resisting.

“Let me go!” She squirms, anyway, twisting her tight little body every which way to try and weasel free.

“Yeah, that won’t be happening.” Jethro’s lips split into a cunning smirk as he steps closer and leans towards her, staring right into her eyes, “Didn’t I warn you what would happen when we found you?”

The irises around Marni’s pupils darken from fear as she goes limp in my grip when Jethro reaches out to finger a fallen curl on her face. “What... what are you going to do to me.” Her voice is shaky, and vulnerable as she asks nervously. And it f*****g makes my c**k hard. I feel her body shiver from my grip on her wrist as anxiety sweeps over her, traveling straight through to me, hardening my c**k further.

“I don’t know.” Jet says, tapping his dimpled chin as he ponders all the wicked ways he can make her pay for her insolence, brushing the curl behind her ear.

Another shiver takes over her body and Jet’s dastardly grin reaches his eyes this time, the blue in them looking like ice.

He just saw the same thing I did; Marni is responsive to him. Whether she likes it or not.

“We did something special for you, Marni.” Spencer steps forward and takes her free hand, “Come look.”

At first, she doesn’t budge, planting her Converse-covered feet and refusing to allow him to lead her anywhere when Jet finally moves away from her. I huff and spin so that I’m behind her, making sure to keep her locked in my grasp as I push her forward. The other guys fall in line as we make our way to the end of the sidewalk where the school marquee is located. Where we have spelled out a little something just for her.

“What does it say?” I ask from behind her, my breath purposely at her ear.

She doesn’t respond, and she even tries to look away.

“What does it say, Marni?” Jethro snaps, grasping her chin and forcing her attention back.

I feel her body shake harder as her fingers twitch.

Oooooh.

She’s mad.

She is so mad right now.

I can’t see Marni’s face, so I don’t know how she’s looking at Jet, but if the clenching of his jaw is any indication, I’d say she’s blasting hate balls his way.

Jesus f**k, how hard am I going to get?!

I wonder if Marni can feel me up against her. Maybe I should lean a little closer into her... just a little bit. Barely graze her with my contained c**k, let her feel what she’s doing to me just by resisting us.

No. I can’t

It’s against the rules.

Man, f**k the f*****g rules.

“What does the marquee say, little rose?” Jet repeats himself, which is new because he doesn’t normally do that. He’ll even tell you that he speaks once, and you either listen— which you better if you know what’s good for you— or you don’t.

For a second there’s silence as Marni and Jethro stare each other down, neither one of them willing to fold first. The moment feels intimate, sort of like me and the guys shouldn’t be here. s**t, maybe the two of them don’t even realize we’re all still standing here.

A few students pass by us on their way out of the school, but no one says a word, and they only subtly glance at Marni before continuing.

Poor baby, there will be no help for you.

That seems to really set Marni off. She raises her head and stands taller, straightening her spine before opening her mouth to tell Jet off. “It says Marni, you belong to us. Signed the pricks.”

Jet’s eyes darken in response to her smart-ass comment. It looks like he doesn’t know what to do for a moment, his mouth twitching as he tries to compose himself.

No one has ever dared to tell him off like that. No other girl has ever once spoken out against him, and the f*****g guy doesn’t know how to react now that Marni has—and it’s an odd thing watching Pride stumble.

But he’s not rendered speechless for long. He fiercely tugs her by the arm, spinning her to him, and starts walking her closer to the marquee, ripping her right out of my grip. “Perhaps, you have bad eyes.” He bites out, locking an arm over her midsection to keep her in place when she wiggles. “Now that we’re closer, what the f**k does it say, Marni?” He drops his mouth to her neck and demands the right answer.

“You...” She says, her voice soft and low...and beaten. “You belong to us, Marni. Signed Pride, Lust, Wrath... and... and Greed.”

“Good f*****g girl.” Jet praises her, speaking right against her neck so his voice is raspy and raw, tickling her when the vibrations reach her skin. And I don’t miss the new shiver that darts through her, sighing because she thinks it’s over now.

That is until Jet speaks again. “But we’ve still got to deal with your insubordination from earlier.”

He begins to march her across a small lawn, heading towards the billowing oak tree. Spencer and Damon look to me for answers as to what Jet has up his sleeve. But I don’t know. He didn’t tell me.

I wonder if he even knows what he’s going to do with her now. I wonder if he’d planned on manhandling her the way he’d just done, or if it was a spur-of-the-moment decision...because Jethro doesn’t do spur-of-the-moment things. He doesn’t run on impulses. He was programmed from birth with control and order. His father practically beat it into him.

So what the f**k just happened over there?

When we reach the tree, Jet forces Marni up against the trunk and holds her wrists so that she can’t get free.

“What are you doing?” She whimpers, her nervous eyes fluttering all over his face as he encroaches closer.

“I’m going to do something I don’t want to do here. I’ll give you one last chance to escape punishment,” He tries to bargain with her, dropping the cold whip from his tone like he’s trying to coax her to obey. Instead of making her.

Did I hear that right? Is he seriously trying to f*****g barter with her? Is he seriously backing down right now?

Has Pride finally f*****g met his match in Marni Rose?

Spencer and Damon look over to me again, and they’re just as stunned as I am to witness Jethro continue to stumble where Marni is concerned.

“What do I have to do instead?” Marni asks, her chest heaving fast as she breathes, and I watch as her t**s bob up and then down, back, and forth as anticipation wrecks her.

Jet gets even closer before responding, his c**k only a breath away from brushing against her belly, his lips so close to where hers tremble as she stares at him, “Say that you’re mine.” He requests, speaking like he needs to hear it. And not solely for pride purposes.

She gasps out her shock, “Wha- what?”

“Tell me that you belong to me.” He repeats himself. Again, this time more dominantly, craving the words he wants her to say.

Okay, what the f**k is up?!

He’s repeated himself twice now.

What’s the f*****g deal?

Just then, Spencer shuffles on his feet, and it’s like Jet transforms because he settles back into his cool and collected persona. It’s almost as if hearing Spencer move around has somehow jolted something inside him so that he’s once again aware that we’re all still here, watching as he f*****g fumbles over how to proceed. “Us.” His voice embraces iciness once more after remembering that he’s not the only one she belongs to, “Tell me that you belong to us.”

“No.” Marni shakes her head. “Because I don’t belong to you. I don’t belong to any of you.”

Jet rubs his chin before dropping his head to her shoulder, groaning out his frustration. He’s only down for a second, though, and then he’s pulling her with him again, marching her right behind the school.

“Let’s go. We’re going to the Gym. I think a little bit of public humiliation is necessary here.”

“No!” Marni whines, trying to twist her arm free from the clamp of Jethro’s fingers. “Don’t do this. Please.”

“Why not?” Jet stops and spins her around. “I gave you so many f*****g chances, and you blew them all.”

“I’ll... I’ll say it.” She mutters, hanging her head in shame.

The hard glaze dissipates in Jet’s eyes when she says this, and he tilts her head back to look at her as if he’s searching her face for the truth. “Well, go on... I’m not f*****g waiting all day.”

She’s silent for too long, but eventually, she speaks up, “I belong to y–” she begins, making Jet’s irises glow brighter like he’s hanging on to her every word as he c***s his head before catching herself and rectifying, “I belong to all of you.”

And then the coldest smile I’ve ever seen from the guy appears on his Jet’s face after she succumbs to us, and it even makes me uncomfortable. He’s won and you can’t miss the gratification in his glare. But it’s more than just getting Marni to do what he told her to do. There’s something else there that I can’t get a good enough read on. Something I’ve never seen before. Something primal and vigilant. And new.

“Thank you, little rose.” He brings her into his arms and embraces her.

But only for a second, and then he’s back to pulling her by the arm towards the Gym doors, “But you’re still getting punished for disobeying us.”