Page 46 of Shattered Saint
I thought about where she lived on campus and how long it would take for me to get there from my apartment. It was a short enough distance to give me an opportunity to help with cleanup and relax before I needed to be ready to go. “Text me the details and I’ll be there.”
Once the event came to an end and our guests had left, I helped clean up and get everything back to normal. I said my goodbyes and thanked everyone for their help before heading home.
When I arrived at my apartment, I relaxed for a bit before I went to my closet in search of a fun outfit for the evening. While I was searching, I paused for a second because I’d finally figured out what my answer for Easton would be. Since this wasn’t the time or place to think about it, I went back to looking for something to wear tonight. After much thought, I settled on a cute, sparkly, purple top and a short black leather skirt with a pair of black booties that were comfortable enough to walk around in.
Time was moving swiftly, so I took a deep breath and quickly got started with my makeup. I opted for a natural look but added a few subtle touches of bronzer to enhance my cheekbones and highlight my bare shoulders. Since the plan was for us to wear wigs, I tossed my hair up into a ponytail and figured I had plenty of time to take it down and put my hair under the wig when I got to Emma's.
Not long after, I met up with Emma and some of our sorority sisters and together, we went to the house party on campus. We arrived at the party wearing wigs that were a variety of colors. I’d picked a dark purple wig that matched my shirt, and I was happy that the wigs were a hit. Everyone that we came into contact with loved them. The party had cool vibes, and everyone seemed pretty chill, and I was happy I decided to come out and hang.
We chatted with so many different people, some that we knew and others we had never met before. The drinks were flowing, and everyone was so excited to be out and having fun.
We danced and took pictures together while we were there, and I was sure that some of them would end up on social media. I made sure that my account was private and to keep any signs of alcohol out of the pictures I was in to avoid any controversy.
The longer we stayed at this party, the more alive I felt. It was almost as if I was a new person due to feeling somewhat incognito with the wig on. As I put my beer bottle up to my lips, I realized this was the most fun I’d had out in a long time.
When the current song faded, I turned to Emma and said, “I’m going to take a quick breather, and I’ll be back.”
Emma gave me a short nod and I walked away, choosing to stand closer to a wall, out of the way, to catch my breath. I looked on and watched my sorority sisters having the time of their lives and it just felt good to enjoy myself too.
That was until I felt a hand cover my mouth and I was pulled in the opposite direction. I tried to scream and fight, but my attempts were futile. How had no one seen what happened? Yes, it was dark, but I hadn’t realized how much so. I was pulled into a dark room, and once the door was shut behind me, the person pushed me up against the wall.
Thankfully, there was some light in the room, and it was easy to recognize who’d brought me in here: Easton.
“I want my answer, Bianca.”
Why wasn’t I surprised that he’d easily recognized me? “And you think dragging me into a room like an asshole is going to guarantee that you get one? Fuck you.”
“Well, if you insist.”
For a second we stood there, and he was standing close enough to me that we could stare into each other’s eyes despite the darkness in the room. We didn’t say a word. His presence was overwhelming and all-consuming. And that was before he made his move.
Easton snatched the beer out of my hand and yanked me from the wall. He pushed me back until I fell onto a bed. I gasped in response and tried to get up, but Easton yanked my legs open and pushed my skirt up.
My mouth dropped open in shock. “What the fuck—”
“If you’re not going to give me an answer, I’ll take it from you my way.”
I jumped when I felt the glass bottle that had been in my hand only seconds before was being dragged up and down my slit. The motion, plus the change in temperature between my hot skin and the coolness of the beer bottle, was erotic.
“What’s your answer, princess?”
I’d already come up with what my answer would be to his question before I stepped foot into this party. But the urge to challenge him was too strong to simply give him what he desired.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. Move so I can get up.”
I could see Easton’s smirk from his position between my legs. Without saying another word, I watched as he lifted the beer to his lips and took a long drink from it before he placed the bottle on the floor somewhere. The expression he wore was straight toxic and I found myself craving more of whatever he was willing to give.
What the hell was wrong with me?
Here I was, lying on a stranger’s bed with my legs spread, and my brother’s best friend watching my every move. He reached over and pulled down my panties, and I couldn’t help but watch as he stuffed them into his pocket.
I moved to close my legs as awkwardness took over, and Easton placed his hands on my inner thighs, forcing my legs apart.
“I want to see you. All of you.”
I shivered at his words and the way he stared at me. It was as if I was the only person in the world who could give him the thing he wanted most. And that was before he showed me how much he wanted me.
His mouth made a beeline for my pussy as if he needed it to ensure his survival. I sighed as he took his time playing with my clit, and when I began to squirm, he started to explore me with his tongue.
