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“Am I sleeping in the room I got ready in?” I ask no one in particular.
“Yeah, I’ll walk you,” Gulliver says.
“See you in the morning, Izzy,” Kip calls, leaning down and pressing a light kiss against my cheek.
“Night, Kip,” I say softly. Lifting my hand, I wave to Davis and Thorn. “Night, guys.”
They both smile and wave back, and I’m surprised at how nice they’re all being. Maybe they’re all just really invested in Gulliver not having to marry my sister. It’s the only reason I can think of that explains their behavior. I suppose it makes sense to be nice to me. Don’t want to piss off the girl you’re using, even if you are blackmailing her.
From the little I’ve seen of the four boys at school, they’re not bullies, they’re just the Elite, the most popular kids in school. The richest, the most powerful, and usually that status comes with a sense of superiority, but the guys just seem normal.
Gulliver places his hand at the base of my spine, and I let him guide me through the house and up to the bedroom I used earlier. He twists the handle and opens the door for me, and I step into the room and then turn to face him.
“I know you don’t want to marry my sister, but all this,” I say, gesturing between us. “Don’t you think you’re taking it a bit too far? We could just tell them the truth.”
“No,” he snaps. “We’re not going to tell them anything. This is happening, so just…” He sighs and takes a step closer to me. “This is the perfect solution for both of us. So you’re going to be a good girl and enjoy being my fiancée until graduation, okay?”
Shaking my head, I point a finger at him. “This is the perfect solution for you. Don’t pretend like any of this has anything to do with me. You’re just using me to fuck with my sister. You don’t care about me or give a crap about all the wreckage this will leave for me to clean up. So just be fucking honest. You don’t know me, you don’t care, and you did this to save yourself.”
18
GULLIVER
When she closes the door in my face, I stare shell-shocked at the wood, actually kind of impressed by her anger. At first glance, Izzy appears to be meek, her silence hiding the fiery backbone that she suppresses behind her watered-down Penelope persona. But once you take the time to notice, she and her sister might actually be the polar opposites of each other. If she didn’t hate me because I’m being an unmitigated asshole to her and using her purely for my own agenda, I think we could maybe be friends.
Not that my thoughts about her are particularly friendly. It’s still odd to me that I’m so repulsed by Penelope, but the moment I’m near Izzy, my body roars to life, and I’m fighting the urge to impale her with my cock and carry her around so the whole world can see exactly who she belongs to and whose ring she has on her finger.
It’s kind of messed up, especially after the way I threatened her earlier. But I don’t want Izzy to hate me. She kisses me back like she’s consumed by me, and part of me wants that to be the truth. But the only reason she’s playing along with the façade I’ve orchestrated is because I haven’t given her a fucking choice.
From the moment I found out Izzy existed, I’ve known there’s something more to the way her family treats her. I don’t believe the bullshit lie about her being an introvert who chooses not to socialize, and after the dismissive and angry way they spoke and looked at her tonight, I’m absolutely certain that there’s much more to their family’s dysfunctional relationship than what I’ve discovered so far.
I wasn’t sure how she’d react when I threatened to tell her family our fake engagement was her idea. But the horror-stricken fear, followed by the resolved submission in her eyes, was enlightening. In an instant, she gave me the key to garner complete control over her, and it’s both empowering and fucking sickening.
Izzy shouldn’t be cowering to me because I threatened to tell her family a far-fetched lie, but she is. Tonight, Penelope paled in comparison to Izzy, and I know I wasn’t the only person who noticed. The Rhodeses have forced Izzy into her sister’s shadow, but tonight proved that all it takes is a pretty dress and for people to actually look at Izzy to make it abundantly clear that the inheritance is the only attractive thing about Penelope.
Izzy is the real star, shining brightly while she drank beer straight from the bottle, wearing bright red lipstick, and looking like a walking wet dream. She’s not polished or coached, she’s just authentic and sexy, and…my dick aches. Reaching down, I adjust myself again, wondering if blue balls is an actual medical condition or just a state of mind.
I’ve been hard all night, and even though a part of me knows I should dislike Izzy simply because she’s a Rhodes, I honestly don’t remember the last time I wanted to fuck someone as much as I want to fuck her.
Staring at the closed door for another moment, I wonder if she’s getting naked on the other side. My dick gives another jerk of encouragement, and I fantasize about turning the handle and letting myself into her room to find out how she looks bared and exposed for me.
I asked our housekeeper to go and buy something for her to sleep in, but now I wish I’d given her one of my shirts so I could picture her naked body covered only by my clothes.
Slowly, I back away from the door and head to my own room across the hallway, silently telling my dick to calm the fuck down. Because as hot as she might be and as much as I want to brand her with my dick in her tight heat, I can’t fuck her. This is all just a game, and fucking her would make this far too real. I can’t have her getting attached to me and then refusing to walk away at graduation. Whatever this is I’m feeling for her, needs to stay controlled and platonic. The reason I’m doing all of this is to make sure I never end up tied to that fucked-up family, and as good as it might feel to bend her over the end of my bed and watch her ass bounce as I slam my cock into her from behind, waving goodbye to the Rhodeses completely in six months’ time will feel much better.
Closing my door, I strip out of my clothes and drop them into the hamper before I slide naked beneath my sheets. I start to relax the moment my back hits the mattress, and I cup my hands behind my head and stare up at my ceiling, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. Today has been fucking epic. In twelve short hours, I’ve untangled myself from Penelope’s evil clutches, got my dad off my back, and managed to convince an entire room full of people that I’m in love with a girl I only found out existed less than a week ago.
I’m a motherfucking genius. I’m also rock-hard. Sliding my hand beneath the sheets, I palm my aching cock, gripping it tightly. I’m eighteen years old, my dick is hard about fifty percent of the time I’m awake, and even though I know I probably shouldn’t be thinking about jerking off when Izzy is just across the hall, I’m not masochistic enough to try to fall asleep hard instead of relieving some of my pent-up tension.
Leaning over to my bedside cabinet, I slide open the top drawer and pull out the bottle of lube I keep in there. I usually prefer a willing mouth or wet hole to my hand, but for the next few months, I’ll need to keep my extracurriculars on the down-low. I know Izzy won’t give a fuck if I’m getting my dick sucked, but appearances are everything, and I’ll just look like a douche if I’m caught cheating on my fiancée.
Flipping back the comforter, I squirt a generous amount of lube onto my cock and start to slowly coat my length in it, sliding my fist up and down firmly. Closing my eyes, I try to envision the dirtiest fuck I’ve ever had, but instead, images of Izzy keep popping into my mind. I’ve never seen her naked, but that doesn’t stop me from imagining her spread eagle on my bed, her legs wide, her cunt on display, her puffy lips coated in my cum that’s slowly dripping out of her. The image is depraved and wrong and so fucking hot. Her eyes are wide and full of that same kind of furious submission she flashed when I threatened her, her lips kiss-swollen and begging to be bitten.
Working my fist faster now, the image changes, and instead I’m pinning her against the wall the same way I was earlier. Only this time we’re both naked, and instead of collaring her throat, I force her to her knees and coat her pouty mouth with my precum before she swallows me whole, gagging when my dick pushes to the back of her throat.
Hot cum surges out of the head of my cock so quickly, my vision blackens at the edges and my ears buzz. Line after line of my release coats my abs, and by the time I’m finished, I’m breathless and panting.
A knock at my door wakes me up the next morning, and I pull on a clean pair of boxers before I pad over and open it.
