Tempting Adeline

12

ADELINE

A busy day lies ahead of me but that can wait. The feeling of my cold feet rubbed while sipping on my caramel mocha latte. I wanted to tell him to piss off after what happened today but I can’t say no to good coffee and a foot massage.

I ushered him into my room, away from communal spaces and from the possibility of seeing my other roommates. Luckily, Croix retired to his room and I’ve yet to see the other two emerge from their cage into the morning light.

Wes drops my feet and does a complete sweep of my new room.

“It’s nice.” He said with a forced smile.

“Yeah?”

“It works.” I shrugged.

“And your step brother, Croix?” He paused, his smile dropping and his shoulders tense. “I’m kindly assuming that he and the other guys are staying out of your way.”

I sigh, running my hands through my semi wet locks, still working out how to answer his question. And deal with his sudden interest in Croix.

“If you’re scared, or he tries to f**k with you or your stuff...” He takes a step forward, his hands finding my upper arms before sliding it to my shoulders, his thumbs rubbing circles on my neck. “I swear to anything holy I’ll f**k him up.”

However, I don’t think Wesley can handle the chaos that Croix is.

“Why the sudden change, Wes? Should I be scared of him? I mean, I’m more amused than scared right now.”

“Because of what he’s known for. He was expelled from his former school back in the day. And got arrested for that.”

My brows knit together, and I swallow thickly, not realizing that he was deep in some bad s**t. “Which was?”

“He attacked a teacher back then. He was a calculus professor. They shared words in the class one day and things got physical.

Fists were thrown, desks destroyed, until Croix tackled him. He stabbed Mr. Leroy repeatedly in the neck with a pencil. Blood was everywhere and Croix stood over him smiling, blood all over him.”

That explains why he’s feared. Shocked beyond words, I managed to speak. “Why did he do that? Did the professor survive?”

“Yeah, Mr. Leroy survived but Croix was kicked out and charged for battery but didn’t stay long because Mr. Leroy surprisingly dropped all charges. Apparently, it was over some girl.”

“Was she mentioned in this story?” I asked.

“No idea who the girl is but he was pretty obsessed with her to the point of going off the rails.” Wesley continues. “To the point of mutilating someone’s neck for her out of rage and jealousy.”

And Phil set me up with this guy.

Before I could drown the information, Wesley sat close to me, his hands trailing up my arms. His nose trails along mine before his lips part, and his mouth finds mine. His kisses are tender, his hands slowly trailing down my body. Before I know it, my back is to the bed, and his belt is ripped from his jeans. My thighs parts as he sheaths himself and enters me.

“I missed you.” He breathes between kisses.

One thing I adore about Wesley is the way he kisses me. I’ve trained him to use his tongue the way I like. It’s slow and steady while our bodies are hurried and rushed, needing the connection as fast as we can get it.

He fills me, sweet and hard. Maybe today’s s*x might be different after all. A moan escapes me and he smiles against my lips.

“Did you miss me?” He questions. I nod, gripping the hair at his nape, the swirl of sensation in the base of my belly tightening with each stroke of his hard c**k.

My mind drifts to the thought of Croix hearing us in his room. Warm fluid leaks out from me around Wesley.

“Fuuck baby you’re so wet.” He remarks, looking down at the place we connected.

Leaking thoughts slowly drown me as I remember how I woke up yesterday morning, wet from some lust filled dream.

The thoughts of the dream of Croix’s demonic eyes boring into me as a man possessed as he f****d me hard on camera, his thick curved c**k filling me with an aching pain.

My inner thighs saturate with my wetness and I am so close.

My boyfriend would hate me if he knew who I really was.

My mind f***s with me and I’m about to c*m but Wesley beats me to it again. I ran my hands through my hair again frustrated before sliding out of bed to the bathroom to clean up.

When I was done, Wesley was already gone. I have cello practice tomorrow with Wesley’s uncle so I set out my clothes for the meeting.

I laid down on my bed and just listened, hoping to hear Croix from the other room but I didn't so I drifted to sleep.

CROIX

It’s easy to breathe through the pain of needles and ink penetrating my skin. I lie back on the table, the echoes of Adeline’s soft moans puncturing deeper than any needle. I heard the snap of the condom, listened to the bed creak as he entered her, and imagined how her face changed as Wesley entered her, filling her.

I wanted to strangle those moans from her throat as I gripped my leaking c**k from the other side of the door. Shove a f*****g sock in her mouth, gagging her as I almost came into my palm at the idea of her slutty ass being f****d right next to me. I hate that she opened her thighs for him.

I grip the edge of the table, flexing my forearms while Lana finishes the new piece on my thighs. She goes over the same place repeatedly and I’m starting to believe that she’s doing it purposely.

“Sensitive much?” She remarks.

“I feel nothing.” I retort and she scoffs.

When Lana is done with the new piece and goes off to clean her station, I admire the artwork on my body. It looks incredible.

She wrapped her hands around my waist from behind me. “What does it mean?”

I shoved her hands off me, lifting my shorts up. “You wouldn’t get it.”

“Forever a dick.” She mumbled under her breath. I take my hoodie and pull it over my head, heading towards the front door to grab my stuff. She rushed up to my side, grabbing hold of me. “f**k me Croix. Let’s make a mess of this place like we used to.” She purrs, gripping my shirt in her hand. “Make me scream. Make me cry.”

I have always used her for my pleasure and she does too. She marks me up and I mark her up. Now she’s becoming too easy and I hate it. Plus, she’s a serial cheater, f*****g multiple clients when I was stupid enough to date her. Luckily for me, she has never had all of me.

Her tongue meets my neck, trailing up and over my jaw while her palm cups my c**k. She licks her bottom lip, her tongue dragging across my lip ring. It’s tempting, no doubt but it’s not happening.

My phone buzzes in my back pocket, causing her eyes to snap to mine. I pull back, staring at her with a smirk. “Duty calls.”

Her blue eyes dance with aggression, and a frustrated groan falls from her lips. She shoves against my chest, distancing us further, so I turn towards the door to leave

“Who was she?” She calls out from behind me.

My right hand curls into itself, the left gripping the door so hard than it should.

“I just want to know who was big enough to break you.”

My nose flares at the thought of Adeline, but I steady my emotions before tuning to her. “All that matters is that it wasn’t you.”

With that, I left.