Page 19 of No Way Out
Snot dripped down to my lip, my body turning unbearably cold as my fingertips went numb. I mustered a nod, wrapping my arms around myself for comfort.
“Fine,” Camila said with a bored tone to her voice. “Go then.” She waved her hand in the air like she was tired of me.
I wasted no second of that opportunity. The minute Harkins’ hand softened on my head, I crawled through the hay, ignoring every burn, every itch, every agonizing pain in my torn flesh as I slid my body through the corridors, hauling myself forward with my heart thundering in my chest.
I was going to get out of here.
That crazy bitch was going to let me out of here.
The tears fell down my cheeks freely as I took my next left turn, only to find her there, waiting for me with that sick, twisted smile painted over her face. My heart sank deep into my stomach, watching as she twirled the end of one of her braids with her finger. A giggle began to bubble out from her chest, growing into a full-on cackle as she tossed her head back in amusement. Bile rose up in my throat as I collapsed to the ground on my back.
This was it.
“Lookathim;he’sso pathetic.” I sneered, all association of him being a person, having a life, feelings, or a future completely erased from my mind.
All I could see him for was someone who was going to cost me my future.
He was blubbering now, disgusting and weak, the way men always became when they realized they weren’t the ones with all the power. He was nothing to me, only someone who was a risk to my future, a risk to Harkins’ career.
I would have fucked him had he just asked, but now, I was going to take everything from him. I looked back at Harkins.
Somewhere in the dark of the maze, my rage had grown, and every Kappa piece of shit who walked past me, throwing an underhanded comment about the performance Noah gave them the previous night, added to my anger.
I couldn’t handle it anymore. I wasn’t going to be someone who was laughed at, an inside joke between all of them. Noah was the first to go. I found him separated from his group of friends, getting a blowjob from Delaney Summers. It was easy to slit her throat— he barely noticed when the slurping turned to gurgling and I pulled her off his cock for a humble death.
That’s when I stabbed him through the balls, slicing them open before he dropped to his knees, the look on his face, the realization when he’d seen it was me who was ending his life, fucking delectable. I licked his blood from my fingers before I continued on to the maze, one after another, cutting down any of his little friends and their crew of loyal whores I came across.
Kyle Danvers needed to spend the rest of his life giving thanks to whatever God who made it so that my best friend saved his ass. I would have loved to see what he looked like on the sharp end of my knife. Lucky for him, he stuck by her, and they made it out of the maze. I looked back at Harkins, standing there, feeling nothing but reassurance as he waited for me, supporting me to do what I needed to get through this.
This man saw me at my darkest and worst, at my most vile and vulnerable. Instead of asking how he could save me, he asked if I needed saving at all.
I didn’t, but I did want him there for it.
I stood over Ezekiel, one foot on the outside of each hip as I dropped down to sit on his waist. My knife came down sloppily, stabbing him in the bicep as I caught myself from falling forward onto him. He cried from the pain, coughing and screaming as he continued to beg for help, beg for me to come to my senses, beg Harkins to release him.
“Can you feel how wet I still am?” I asked, grinding my hips over his exposed stomach, a trail of my arousal painted down his skin. “Everytime you scream, I just want to fuck it out of you more.”
His head moved from side to side, a groan of anguish all he could muster as I ripped open his jeans and pulled his cock from his pants. “Can you get hard while you’re in pain?” I asked, pulling the knife from his arm and forcing another pained screech from his lungs. “Do you think he’ll come before he dies?” I asked my professor, who looked down at me in admiration.
He bit his lip, looking me up and down, covered in blood and bathed in moonlight. “Let’s test it out,” he said, grabbing at the hardened bulge straining his pants. I wanted to feel his cock inside me. I was aching to feel it stretch me wide, but I knew he wouldn’t fit.
Not yet.
I squeezed the base of Ezekiel’s cock, feeling it harden again under my tight hold as I undid the buttons of my mesh top with my free hand. I pulled my breasts out from the black tube top bra, but before I had a chance to rub my hand over the pert flesh, I felt Harkins behind me. His hand was large, ungloved, hot, and rough against the soft skin of my breasts, his fingers tugging at my nipples as I ground back and forth against Zeke’s cock, slowly bringing it to life against his will as he sobbed in agony beneath me.
“Is this not what you wanted?” I said breathily, each jerk of my hips sparking pleasure through my center as I used him for my own needs, rubbing my cunt up and down until the need to come began to build inside me again.
“Please,” he begged, but my only response was a cry of bliss from the feel of Demetri’s fingers pushing through my folds, rubbing delicately over each nerve ending until I felt like I was going to burst.
I felt his fingers sliding inside of me, coaxing desperate mewls from my lips as he rubbed against the walls of my pussy, finding the spot that had me biting the inside of my cheek studs and going blind to my surroundings.
“Please!” Zeke shouted through pained sobs.
“Please,” I moaned, begging Demetri for more as I tilted my hips back to him, begging for him to fill me in whatever way he wanted.
Instead, it was the head of Zeke’s cock I felt against my pussy, molten hot and dripping in anticipation. My professor’s hands guided our prey deep inside of me as I sobbed, my body on fire, sensitive to every feeling and needy for release.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, feeling the full sensation of Ezekiel’s length bottoming out inside of me.
