Dark Vow (Blackwoods College)

“Send security,” I said. “Noah found Robyn.”

Matthias sighed. “That was fast.”

“Raymond won’t be far behind. I need men on her twenty-four-seven.”

“Understood.”

“And Matthias?” I paused, closing my eyes. “I’m going to kill them. Is fratricide a mortal sin?”

“I’m sure it is. But it’s one of the oldest sins in the book.”

“Then so be it. Noah’s going to die for this.”

“Better hope your father doesn’t learn it’s you.”

I let out a breath. “That’s the least of my concerns. Get security on Robyn immediately.”

“Will do.”

I hung up, waited a few minutes, and grabbed the gun from my bedroom. I shoved it into my waistband, and I followed Robyn back to her house.

The car was parked out front. She was inside. I slumped down and pulled a hat low over my face. I crossed my arms and got comfortable.

Until security arrived, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.

The taste of her lips and the sound of her moans as she came played through my mind as I waited, plotted, and planned.

14

Robyn

My body was like a bell. Once rang, it wouldn’t stop vibrating.

I stayed in my room with the door locked after getting home from Calvin’s place. I regretted making Jarrod give me the address. I huddled under the blankets, eyes closed. My mother was downstairs, a zombie in front of the TV.

I slept and dreamed about rubbing my pussy over Calvin’s gorgeous lips.

God, what was wrong with me?

I woke early, showered, and dressed. Downstairs, the TV was still on. Like my mother hadn’t made it to bed.

She probably hadn’t.

She was a mess. A shell. I should’ve hated her, but I pitied her instead.

I knew what it was like to be in thrall to a monster.

Calvin drove me wild. I planned on killing him when I went over there. I wanted to hit him, over and over. That first slap was sweet justice, but it did nothing to quell the intense furor in my body.

But the orgasm?

That was perfection.

I didn’t mean for it to happen, but when he jammed his leg between mine, I couldn’t stop it. I knew what he wanted. I saw it in his eyes, in his lips. I went slow, slow, and, god, it felt so fucking good to have him hold me down like that, completely as his mercy. I’d never come so hard before in my life, like oceans and oceans of pleasure opened up inside of me and I drifted down into the depths, lost and adrift, and I never wanted to return to the world.

After, I was clear. The anger was gone.

I still hated him.

But I was aware of something more.

Desire. Want. Incredible need.

Lust. Disgusting lust.

I wanted him to take me. Rip off my clothes, bite my shoulders, squeeze my ass, tease my breasts, fuck me rough and wild. I wanted him to make me submit.

Hold me down and ravage me with that thick cock until I screamed his name and lost myself again.

It was sick. I loved it.

I went downstairs, hungry for breakfast for the first time in a while.

I smelled smoke. I panicked until I found Mom sitting at the kitchen table. She held a long white cigarette in her hand. In the other was a letter, written in a tight hand with official-looking paper.

“Hey,” I said, lingering near the coffee machine.

She blinked and looked at me. Ash fell from the tip of her cigarette.

“Oh. You’re up.”

“You’re smoking.” I gestured at it.

She frowned like she’d forgotten then took a drag. “I smoked before I married your father. Did you know that? It’s a disgusting habit and I’ve missed it all these years. Now I figure, why not? What else is there to lose?”

I poured myself a mug of coffee and studied her. “Are you okay?” I asked, meaning, are you any worse than normal? because of course she wasn’t okay.

“Fine.”

“What are you reading?”

She focused on the letter again. “Oh, this. I found it taped to the door when I went out for a pack of smokes. Silliest thing, really. It was addressed to you. I hope you don’t mind, dear.” She shrugged and held it out.

My heart sank as I took it.

The top was Solar family letterhead. The paper was thick and cream-colored. I skimmed the words and went to the signature.

Raymond.

I groaned and let the letter wash over me.

Dear Robyn,

By now I suppose you’ve met my brother, Noah. He’s quite the brute. Please don’t judge the whole family by his actions.

I’m writing this letter because I want to start out civil. I hope we can resolve this problem without resorting to drastic measures.

Like my brother.

So, Robyn. I’m writing to make one simple request: Do not speak to my brother Calvin ever again. Leave him alone. Have no more dealings with the Solar family.

Simple enough, yes?

If you manage to do that, there will be no problems.