Year Two: Rebels - Cara Wylde Page 0,14

bunch of other guys from the Violent Death Cabal and the Righteous Death Cabal had made a bet in year one. Whoever slept with me first won. I’d found them out, and then got my revenge with Corri’s help. Since then, they hadn’t spoken to me much. Seth especially had avoided me. But now I knew that they’d always cared about me. Otherwise, why would they have followed me into the caves? Their unhealthy obsession with me had been the thing that had saved me from certain death.

“Seth,” I whispered.

“Mmm?”

“I know what happened. I know about the bet.”

“Mhm.” He kept kissing me, getting closer and closer to my clavicle.

“I’m sorry I locked you up in a broom closet with the other guys and you missed the scythe demonstration,” I said quickly, before I lost my breath.

He pulled away and looked me in the eyes. I didn’t know what I expected from him, but it wasn’t the kind smile he gave me. My heart fluttered.

“Don’t think about that.” He caressed my cheek. “It was stupid. I was stupid. And I’m sorry.”

I nodded.

“Right now, we have to think about what matters.”

“What is that?”

“Getting you out of here.”

He was dead serious. I felt tears threatening to fill my eyes, and I blinked them away. I didn’t want to cry, which was very hard, since Seth was the first who genuinely thought what they were doing to me at the Karmic Asylum was bad, and that I had to get out of here. Davien had mostly been focused on what had happened in the cave. Adrian had seemed more concerned with dream traveling and that I shouldn’t do it again. Seth, instead… He believed in me.

“I need my pixie,” I said. “I told Adrian to bring me her bell, but I can’t even remember if he’s visited me again since then. I keep searching my room every day…”

“Shh…” It was his turn to soothe me. “I will talk to Professor Wyvern.”

“Promise?”

“Yes.”

I smiled widely. I hoped this wasn’t all a lie. I hoped to God that Seth was being sincere and truly cared about me and my well-being. It was hard to trust him when he’d done what he’d done, but what choice did I have? As long as I was trapped in this hellish place, they were going to keep drugging me until I forgot my own name. All I could hope was that when one of the men who’d found me and forced me away from the edge of the well came to visit, I did everything in my power to convince him that I wasn’t supposed to be here. The Karmic Institute wasn’t just draining me of my powers. It was draining me of my very life essence.

“Kiss me again,” I demanded.

He complied. Soon, he was on top of me, his hands all over my body. He cupped my breasts, pinched my nipples through my plain blouse, and I moaned encouragingly. I needed more. I tried to wrap my legs around his waist, but the blanket was between us. I fought with it. He pinned me down.

“Not enough time,” he said, his voice husky.

I whimpered. He grinned as he snuck a hand under the blanket and pushed it down my pajama pants. On second thought, maybe sex wasn’t such a great idea when I wasn’t exactly feeling sexy. His hand slipped inside my cotton panties, and I opened my legs. I needed him to touch me. His fingers found my wetness and pushed softly inside. I threw my head back and moaned. I wanted more. Two fingers pumping my pussy weren’t nearly enough. I needed him inside me, I needed to see him naked and guide his cock to my entrance myself. I wanted to reverse our roles, so I’d be on top. But his thumb pressed down on my clit, and I realized I didn’t have it in me to take control. He started circling my sensitive nub, all the while keeping me down, keeping me trapped under his delicious weight. I bit down on my tongue when he pushed me over the edge. I came all over his fingers, yet I was far from feeling satiated.

“Please,” I said.

He removed his hand and kissed me tenderly. I was impatient, though. I wanted much more than what he’d just given me. I tried to kick the blanket off me one last time, and I accidentally knocked the tray off the bed. It clattered to the floor, the empty glass shattering to pieces.