Ruthless Secrets (Elites of Macedon High 2)

Chapter Twenty

Alex

The auditorium is abandoned when I march down the aisle toward the stage. It’s in between classes at this point and I’m over the stares, the whispers, the accusatory glances. I’m highly aware of how hot of a topic I am on a typical day, but it’s been heightened lately, Lev’s death having catapulted me into the brightest part of the spotlight.

Though I’m getting used to it, I could use a fucking break. I know there isn’t anyone backstage during this time between classes. It’s the perfect spot to hide from the shit storm that’s become my life. While math equations circulate my brain, I’m also trying to figure out who’s next on my collections list. I slip behind the stage curtain, darkness comforting me instantly.

My thoughts scatter when the scent of eucalyptus and mint overwhelms my nostrils. I glance around the backstage area, realizing I’m not alone. Only one person in my circle wears that particular deodorant.

“I heard you’re collecting debts and making new deals,” Parker spits from the shadows. He emerges, light dramatically shifting over his features as he walks purposefully toward me. “You’re really pushing your luck, precious.”

“That so?” I challenge while propping my hand on my hip. “You don’t scare me, Parker. I thought I made that clear.”

“It’s dangerous.”

I roll my eyes and hold up a hand, mimicking the way his lips move with my fingers. “It’s dangerous,” I scoff. “Whatever.”

He grabs my throat and backs me into a dressing room. “Don’t fucking mock me.”

I whimper when his fingers tighten around my throat, barely putting up a fight when his hand sneaks beneath my skirt. His fingers graze my panties, and I don’t even bother hiding the way my eyes roll to the back of my skull.

The vanity he props me on rattles while my bag and books fall to the ground.

“Why are you always challenging me?” he growls while sweeping his thumb over my chin. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you?”

I hum when his thumb penetrates my lips. While holding his gaze, I respond, “I do. Because I’m succeeding.”

He shoves his thumb down my throat while cupping my pussy. “That’s it, precious. Gag. Just the way you like it.”

I can’t argue with him—and I hate that I’m unable to deny the truth of the matter. The way he asserts his dominance over me makes me so wet that I know I’m going to have to run to the locker room later and put on new panties.

But that’s not important right now.

“Suck,” he instructs as he yanks my panties down. “Like a good little slut.”

While defiantly glaring at him, I wrap my lips around his thumb and slurp hard. He grumbles something incoherent and then snatches my panties from my ankles, nudging my knees open with his hips.

“Grab my cock, precious,” he growls. “You know you want it.”

My eyebrows furrow while I reach for his pants. He reads me too well to just be toying with me. This is how we are at this point. Is this how our marriage is going to be, too? Will we fuck all over his mansion while his father listens nearby? I’ve heard stories about how Osmond and Parker fight for superiority in their home. It’s weird.

Like animals marking their territory, I consider while stroking his shaft. And I’m just an injured animal trying to make it through the dangerous plains to get to the other side.

While he hooks his thumb into my cheek to widen my mouth, I tug on his cock, urging him to slide over my pussy. The way his concentration breaks makes my eyelids flutter. I know just how to break that facade of his. He’s as weak for me as I am for him—and I know I can play it in my favor if I do things correctly.

A few slippery thrusts later, he buries himself inside me, his thick cock sliding so deep that it makes me squeak. I back into the mirror, my core clenching as he pushes harder.

“Stay still,” he groans while grabbing my chin. “Lift your legs, baby. That’s it…Very good.”

Hearing his encouragement breaks me apart. I arch into him, propping my knees into his shoulders as he bows over me. Sweeping thrusts nail me into the vanity and cause the mirror to slap the wall, the rhythmic sound cueing my squeaks. I pinch my lips together to keep us from getting caught, but I know it’s useless. The vanity is making enough noise to draw plenty of attention.

Something moves out of the corner of my eye. Parker looks left, inspiring me to follow his gaze. But I can’t see what he’s looking at. He grabs my chin and forces me to keep looking at him, green eyes sparkling with something like amusement. He looks victorious.

And when does he not when he’s buried to the hilt inside me?

“Precious,” he whispers to me, “you getting close?”

I mewl when his thumb circles my clit. My mouth drops open and I whine as he massages faster, making my hips join his pace. “Oh fuck, yes.”