Monsters' Crew (Crude Hill High 1)

I closed my eyes and basked in the touch and feel of him as he surrounded me.

“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you. You’re kind.”

“I’m not,” I said. I thought about what I did to Lauren today. What I’d thought about most of my peers. I wanted nothing to do with them. It didn’t make me a good person. Far from it.

He chuckled. “Compared to me, you are. I’ve killed.”

“So have I.” I whispered the words. I didn’t think about the man’s death. He was nothing.

“You’re everything, Emily, and you don’t even see it. You put up with so much shit. I saw the bruises and scars. You’re a fighter.”

This time, tears filled my eyes, and for some reason, I couldn’t get them to stop. I felt open, exposed, and I didn’t like it.

My throat was tight.

“I think about you all the time. I love the fire in your eyes. The bite of your nails as you hold on to me. I want to see you riding my cock, Emily. I can’t wait to see you come. To finally let go of all the bullshit people keep us locked up tight with. You are everything to me. I love you.”

He slammed his lips down on mine, his fingers sinking into my hair. This wasn’t an act of dominance, but a claiming.

I felt his need pressing against my stomach, but he made no move to touch my tits or pussy. He kissed me like a dying man that only my lips could save.

It was heady and I hated that I couldn’t reciprocate.

Years of training kept my words from ever being spoken.

I kissed him back, hoping he got the message with my kiss.

I doubted it. No amount of kissing could take away from the words.

One day, I’d have the guts to tell him, but the sound of a door opening and closing drew him away. He took hold of my hand, and without another word, we were out in the corridor.

The bell had clearly been rung because we followed students to the cafeteria, where River, Caleb, and Vadik were already waiting.

They had a couple of trays and I glanced around the hall, spotting Ashley in the spot I’d been sitting in the last couple of days.

I wasn’t going to allow her to be on her own.

Marching over to her table, I grabbed her lunch tray. She looked terrified until she realized it was me holding her tray.

“Emily,” she said.

That’s right. It’s me.” I winked at her. “Come on. You don’t sit here.”

Gael had followed behind me and he took the tray from me.

The cafeteria was silent, watching as he put the tray at the table and moved me to sit opposite my new friend.

I wasn’t completely comfortable around Ashley. I still expected her to be a traitor. In our world, you had to expect to be betrayed. It wasn’t nice, but this was our reality.

“Wow,” Ashley said.

“You keep saying that.”

“You’ve got like four boyfriends,” she said.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, she does.” Gael kissed my neck.

I rolled my eyes, hating how excited I got at the prospect of belonging to all four of them. I wouldn’t give myself even a moment to really enjoy this. I couldn’t. I wanted to. The truth was I wanted to give myself to all four of these guys and to hell with the consequences, but with my dad lurking in the background, there was no way I could.

I was trapped.

Feeling sick, I moved my food around my plate, not feeling hungry anymore.

“You okay?” Ashley asked.

“I should ask you the same question. How were your classes?”

“Fine. Even the teachers don’t call on me to answer a question. I think I could be completely naked and they wouldn’t care.”

I saw the tears in Ashley’s eyes. Reaching over, I put a hand on top of hers, attempting to offer her comfort but failing miserably. “Don’t let it get to you. They’re assholes.”

“The one thing to remember in all of this,” Gael said, pointing some gherkin at us. “They’re all in our parents’ pocket. Even yours.”

“I’m not … my parents…”

“The dude fucking your mom. I don’t care. He’s paid for them to give you an education.”

Ashley’s cheeks heated and she looked down at her plate.

“Don’t be ashamed of the fact your mother made a deal with whatever devil she wanted to,” Gael said. “You’ve got to make it to graduation and if you keep bowing down like that, you’re going to get killed.”

“It’s not exactly easy.” She glanced around the hall. “What if he’s one of their dads?” She nibbled on her lip.

“My dad is fucking my art teacher,” I said. “Everyone here knows it, but I don’t let it get to me.” When I found them, I’d been so embarrassed, and I’d been sick. Now, I didn’t care. He wasn’t even discreet about it.