PLAYTHING OF THE ALPHA PREDATORS

When model student, April gets involved with the alpha players on campus(including her stepbrother, Xaden and his friends; Ace and Nick, it’s a win-win situation for them. She gets to live out her wildest and kinkiest fantasies while they get to punish her for daring to go against them, they thought it was going to be three months of intense pleasure and they'd say bye bye to each other. But things take a different turn when feelings got into it, when they realized that there's a blurred mate bond between them all, and a curse that doom them all to hell.

This is a very dark romance book with lots of explicit sex contents. The male leads are actual pyschos that'd do dark and twisted things to the female lead so skip if this isn't your thing.

1: STUDENT PRESIDENT BY DAY, EROTIC STRIPPER BY NIGHT

APRIL

I almost gagged in disgust at the sheer display of stupidity. The men were banging the glass, some were licking it, most had their hands inside their trousers, some even had their dicks out in the dimly lit room and they were rubbing them so vigorously to the movement of my body.

The twirl, shake, flatten, and twisting of my body as I became one with the pole. I closed my eyes firmly and tried to ignore them, tried to ignore the chant of Red, my nickname. It was utterly appalling and disgusting and I wouldn't be here if I didn't need the money.

I couldn't even rush through my routine. I was the best stripper here. Those animals paid a lot to watch me strip for them and I have to satisfy them.

I didn't finish too fast enough and when I finally did, I sprinted out of the box to the inner rooms while the groans and chants of Red trailed after me. I relaxed when I got to the hallway. I couldn't wait to get to my assigned room, shower, and scrub away the filth of what I'd been up to for the past hour.

I turned the corridor that led to my room and...

"Hey Red," the suddenness of the voice startled me. I instinctively put my hand on my chest when I saw that it was Louis, the manager. The corridor was dimly lit but I could see the hunger in his eyes as he looked at me and practically undressed me with his eyes. I flattened my palm over my exposed cleavage.

"My name is April," I corrected him, just like I do every other day, "I've told you to stop calling me Red."

He grinned, a lewd and predatory one.

"I pay your money so I'll call you whatever I want to."

"I work for the money. I'm the best stripper here. If you don't want my service anymore, I can always go somewhere else."

"Eeeh, come on, April, I was just joking," my threat did the trick like it always does. I didn't even not her replying to him. I just sidestepped him and started to walk away.

"Someone wants a private show."

I didn't stop walking, "you know I don't strip for private audiences."

"Yeah, but he insisted and he's waiting."

"He'll wait forever then."

I got to my door and was about to turn the doorknob.

"He offered to pay 20k." I stopped. "And that's without the club's charges. If you say yes, I'll transfer 12k to you now and 8k when you're done serving him."

I swallowed hard. 20k was a lot of money. With 20k, I would be able to pay more than half of Dad's debt, and with 20k, I'd be able to cut down on my work rate here. 20k was a lot of money.

But private shows weren't my thing either. It never ended well for the girls who do private shows. I've heard of the obscene things that were done to them and I couldn't risk that.

But 20k. It'd change my life. I imagined a life where I wasn't hassled by loan sharks, where I didn't spend my days worrying about if the loan sharks would take me, how they'd threaten me; whether it was to sell me into a sex ring or to harvest my organs. It was a horrifying life, one that I couldn't wait to get out of, and now, the 20k was offering me just that.

"I told Anita about it and she's considering the offer so if you're not interested..."

"I am!" the words left my mouth before I could think it through, "I'll do it."

"Good!" he sounded relieved and happy and I knew whatever his percentage was, it must be high, "I'll wire the money to you now. Freshen up and your client wants you to wear the deepest shade of red."

*****

Almost 30 minutes later, I entered the private room, dressed in red lingerie and a red mask. The room was starkly dark except for the din light shining from the poll and I could faintly make out the outline of a man sitting on the chair.

I sashayed my way to the pole.

"Good evening sir, I'm Red, and I'll be stripping for you tonight."

He raised his wine glass to me as if in a toast and I took my position around the poll. I flattened my body around the pole, twirled, twisted, and gave my best performance yet this man didn't move a muscle.

He remained unmoved as he sat on the seat, casually sipping his drink as if he was watching an unimpressive performance.

It bothered me. Even though it shouldn't bother me. I was going to collect my money and I was doing it for the money so whether or not the audience was impressed by my performance, it shouldn't get to me.

But it still got to me. It made me try harder, twist harder, and shake my booty harder. He still didn't show any reaction. I was the only one that seemed to be reacting to this; mentally because I was stressed that he didn't show the reaction that I was used to getting from men and physically because my panties were sticking to my core.

And it wasn't because of sweat.

It was because of the intense, dark, and unblinking way he had been looking at me since I started.

I finally landed on my feet. I folded my hands on my stomach and I curtseyed.

"That will be all."

I turned to walk away but his voice stopped me.

"I must say that I'm impressed," he started and I felt chills break out on my body. His voice sounded familiar, like a voice that I'd heard over and over before. But I couldn't place it. Maybe because I was too tense to process anything.

"Student President by day, erotic stripper by night," the mockery in his voice was so evident that it chilled my blood. He was no stranger. He knows me. He knows that I was the Student President of Enigma College. If this secret comes out, I will be dead.

I'd be expelled with no option of getting into another school. The legacy I've fought so hard to build will crumble. All the midnight candles that I burnt to get this far will be for nothing.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I managed to whisper. My whole body was trembling and shaking. I could feel an onslaught of a panic attack. I made for the door, desperate to escape and leave this nightmare behind me.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," there was a stillness to his voice that chilled my blood. I stopped just as I heard rustling sounds. He was rising from the chair and walking towards me.

I managed to turn around, dread, and anxiousness, raging a tornado within me

The closer he got to me, the more I could make out his facial features, and by the time he stopped in front of me with a wicked and devilish grin on his face, I instantly recognized him.

He was Xaden Davenport, one of the three Alpha Princes who ruled the school.

I got him and the other two princes suspended last semester because they were a breathing example of everything Enigma wasn't. They all hated me with passion.

Xaden was a mortal enemy who promised me vengeance when he was suspended last semester.

He was also the son of the man Mother is currently married to.

And he just found out my darkest secret.

2: ON YOUR KNEES

APRIL

I was doomed!

Xaden was going to expose my secret. He must have trailed me to find this out. I was screwed.

I grabbed my mask and held onto it tightly. My face still wasn't exposed so maybe I could wriggle my way out of this.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I lied and turned back to leave. He grabbed me by my ponytail and yanked my head backward with so much force a startled scream left my mouth and the mask fell off my face.

"Red, hunnn?" He mussed darkly, "That's what they call the almighty April Lawson. Such a befitting name, for your red hair and your untamed mouth."

"Xaden, please," I begged shamelessly. In school, I never beg for anything. I was the most important and most feared student there but this was a matter of life and death and I was going to die if Xaden should expose me.

"So you can beg," the hatred in his voice was unbridled. He let go of my hair; more like he tossed me away and it took a miracle for me not to fall.

"Didn't I promise that I'd pay you back in your coins when you got us suspended last year? Now, where should I start from? Should I upload your video on the school's website so the students will know your true image or should I call the Dean and let him know what his previous student president is."

He was pacing in front of me as he weighed his options. Each option spelt literal doom for me. I couldn't let it happen. I'd do anything to make sure it doesn't happen.

I dropped to my knees, body shaking and convulsing, and heart pounding. I rubbed my hands together in a pleading manner.

"Please Xaden, please. I'll do anything, anything to make you keep this secret. Please, I'll publish a refuttal article and take the blame of your suspension."

He cackled loudly and he stopped in front of me. I could feel tears brimming in my eyes. The hatred brimming from his being was too overwhelming. Xaden wasn't going to keep my secret, he was going to ruin my life with it.

"Please," I choked on a sob, "this will ruin my life."

"You sound so different pleading for your life," his voice had taken on a different gleam to it, "I wonder how you'll sound when you beg for something else."

I looked up at him and the look in his eyes made me double up. I shifted back instinctively.

He didn't say a word. He just bent, trailed his finger over my exposed chest, dipped his hand into my bra that hardly covered my breasts and palmed a whole breast with his hand.

I choked on a sob.

He grabbed my breast unceremoniously, squeezed it till I shut my eyes in pain and I had to bit my lips to stop a scream from bursting out.

"Open those eyes," he commanded. There was no trace of humor in his voice, just gruffness and rigidity, "open them and see who's doing this to you. Open them and see who has reduced you to this state."

I opened them, more tears falling freely. He was kneading and squeezing my breast like he had every right in the world to. When he stopped and his finger brushed over the nipple, the nipple that I realized to my utter horror was now perky, a shiver went through my entire body and a sound I didn't recognize left my mouth.

His eyes flew to meet mine.

"The plan isn't for you to enjoy but to be in pain," he muttered and with his eyes still locked on mine, he pinched my nipple with so much force a startled scream left my mouth. He didn't stop there, he pulled it with so much force before twisting it all the way.

I screamed. Over and over again.

When he had his full of watching me scream and whimper in pain, he pulled back and I sighed in relief. He had done with he wanted with me. He was going to keep my secret.

"Take it off."

"What?"

"The minute I have to repeat myself, you'll find yourself on the school's website. I guess that will be a better option for you, Student President."

My hands undid the clamps clumsily and hastily. The material dropped to the floor and I was naked waist up in front of him. I couldn't bear to look at myself, couldn't bear to look up at him and see the satisfaction he was getting from reducing me to this, couldn't bear to think of the dampness in between my legs, one that was growing even damper and damper.

I've never felt this way before.

I couldn't bear to think of what he was going to do to me. I couldn't bear to think of the fact that I was powerless to do anything to stop him. Whatever he was going to do to me here, it was better than the repercussions of the whole school knowing that I work as a stripper.

"Look up and don't you dare take your eyes off me."

I followed his command and blanked out my mind. I wasn't going to think about anything. I wasn't going to process anything that was happening, especially in between my legs.

He reached for his trousers and he undid his belt slowly. I didn't tear my eyes off him, didn't make a sound when he took my two hands, placed them behind me, and he cuffed them together with his belt.

Now, I was completely helpless and at his mercy. A strange thrill coursed through my body. I shook it off. I refused to believe that a part of me was enjoying this.

"Open your mouth," another command as he unzipped his trousers and he freed himself. I've seen dicks before. I've seen a huge number of dicks almost every night at this strip club but I've never been this up close to any. None has ever dangled in my face like this, hard, long, angry, with veins literally breathing on it.

"I asked you to open up," he slapped my lips with it and he didn't wait for me to properly open up before he slammed into my mouth. I gagged. He grabbed my ponytail and he pushed my head till the whole of him was in my mouth, till my lips had met his rear. I gagged and choked but he kept it there for a while. When he finally withdrew it, I spluttered and coughed loudly. Mucus tears and saliva were leaking from my nose, eyes, and mouth respectively.

And it was a dam down there.

He repeated that again and again till my mouth was too sore. The gagging and slamming sounds filled the air. When he was done with that, he settled for thrusting in and out of my mouth, and that went on forever till a salty taste exploded in my mouth. He withdrew completely and splattered his cum all over my face and my chest.

There was a grim satisfaction in his eyes as he took a step back to look at me. I was messed up, on my knees, tied up, his cum on my face and chest. I was anything unlike the image I had built for April Lawson and frankly, this was a small price to pay for maintaining that image.

"You look good. I mean, I had this thought that you'd make a good slut the day your mother brought you to my house. I just forgot all about it when I realized how much of a brat you are."

I said nothing. My mouth was too sore to even use. I just wanted him to leave.

He walked around me to undo the belt and he flashed me a grin when he was in front again, "See you around, student leader."

Then he left me alone, on my knees, with his cum decorating my body. With my body convulsing and shaking.

And with my panties so wet it has stuck to my pussy completely.

3: YOUR LIFE OR AN ORGASM

APRIL

The self loathing blossomed in full force when I got back to the hostel. Before I left the strip club, I had scrubbed myself over and over again in the bathroom and I didn't leave until I was squeaky clean.

When I got back to the hostel, I scrubbed myself again. And again. And again. It wasn't enough. TThe minute I feel clean and I return to the room, memories from how he had dominated me would attack me again, the way his hand had messed up my boobs, the way his cock has plundered my mouth, the way he had spilled his seed over my skin.

Then, I'd return to the bathroom to scrub myself again.

It was the third day and I was still doing that.

"You know I've been observing you since you got back from the library three nights ago," Natalie, my roommate and best friend pointed out when I emerged from the bathroom after another massive scrubbing. Natalie was an omega, a werewolf of the lowest status. The only people they were bigger than were us, humans and they always rode on that superiority wave like it was everything to them. She befriended me in our first year when others shunned me. Now, they regret shunning me as I was now the human, the measly being at the top of the food chain and Natalie was still enjoying the perks of being my best friend.

We were so close and yet, she had no idea that I was a stripper at night. Xaden, who hated my guts was now the only one privy to that knowledge. The memories of that night came rushing back again and I was suddenly filled with the urge to return to the bathroom to scrub my skin again.

I pushed it away and walked to my wardrobe to dress up instead.

"You've been taking more showers since then. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, sure. Why shouldn't I be?"

She looked at me skeptically for a while and I tried my hardest not to squirm. With the way she was looking at me, it felt like she could see the way Xaden had dominated me.

"If you say so."

I relaxed and started to cream my body.

"So, are you attending the resumption party?"

I rolled my eyes at her questions. She knows I wasn't a party freak. I've never attended a party in school. If I wasn't reading to better my already perfect grades, I was thinking of ways to make Enigma a better college for students or thinking of how to make the online newspaper more powerful.

"Of course, not."

"Why not, April? It's our final year. You haven't attended any party since our first year. You need to unwind, April. Unwind, and live a little. You haven't even had a boyfriend or explored anything sexual and you're almost 21. You need to start."

Ohh, I've explored. I've had my hands tied behind me, had my breasts toyed with and my mouth plundered.

I crossed my legs at the sudden warmth I felt at that thoughts.

"I'm not interested for now," I told her, "when the time is right, I'll definitely do all those things."

"Well, the time is now and I'm sure going to make sure you attend this party, meet a guy and at least make out with him."

I shook my head, certain of my conviction that I'd never attend the party no matter what Natalie does.

Almost 2 hours later, we were pushing against lots of dancing and drinking bodies. Natalie won and I had attended the party with her. It was better than going to the library to try to read when all I would do would be to drown in the remembrance and self hatred of what Xaden did to me.

Now, as we made ourselves comfortable in the party, some people regarded me warily. I knew they were students of Enigma College and they were right to be wary of my presence. Who knows whose secrets I'd mistakenly uncover at this party? Secrets that I'd publish and would probably get its owner suspended or even expelled.

The people that were more open towards me were students from other schools. They didn't know well enough to be wary of me.

"Let's go and dance," Natalie shouted the minute we settled on some empty chair. I shrugged her hand off when she tried to pull me up.

"You go, I'll just go and get a drink at the bar."

She looked disappointed that I wasn't following her to dance and I had to convince her that I was okay so she'd go alone. I walked to bar once she left and as I walked, my sixth sense awakened and I felt someone looking at me. I whirled around immediately but there was no one looking at me. It was just a room full of people.

I couldn't shake the feeling off. I got to the bar and while my drink was being processed, I felt a rush of air behind me.

"Be at the car park in 2 minutes," the voice I recognized all too well whispered against my ear. I turned around again but he was gone. It almost seemed like I had hallucinated it, like that didn't happen.

I shook it off as I walked back to my seat with my drink in my hand. Xaden definitely wasn't in this party and he didn't ask me to come and meet him at the park. I took my seat and I'd barely comfortable on it when my phone vibrated. It was a message from an unsaved number.

Didn't I tell you about the repercussions of making me repeat myself?

I jumped to my feet at that message and my cup nearly dropped to the ground. I could feel the anger behind the words. I looked around for Natalie. She was dancing with some guy. I sneaked away, hoping that she wouldn't see me and ask me where I was going.

She didn't. My heart started pounding as I walked to the park. It was filled up, with both cars and people but it was so easy to locate Xaden. He was leaning against a black Royce Rolls, and dressed in all black. One that mirrored his soul perfectly.

He opened the passenger's door when I got to him.

"Get in," his tone left no room for argument but yet I stood my ground.

"Where are we going?"

"Didn't I warn you about making me repeat myself?"

He zeroed his eyes on mine and the dare in them propelled my legs to move forward until I stepped into the car. He closed it and walked over to the driver's side. He started the ignition wordlessly. I held onto my seat belt as if it'd protect me. Xaden didn't say anything and I couldn't say anything either. The more he drove away from the school, the faster my heart was pounding.

When he turned onto a deserted highway, I couldn't handle it anymore.

"Where are you taking me?"

I got no answer. The closest thing I got was an increased speed. It started slowly at first, then it gathered monumentum until the car was practically flying.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice so full of dread that I couldn't recognize it. I was frozen on the chair and I held onto the seat belt for my dear life.

"What do you think?" there was a sinister grin on his lips. A complete untamed madness that has never looked more regal.

"Stop the car!" I screamed, "stop it right now!"

As if enchanted, he slowed the car down till we were driving at a snail's pace. I exhaled, relived, only for the speed to stop picking up again. I turned to look at him, alarmed. It was dark and deserted. We could get into an accident.

"What are you doing, Xaden? This is madness."

He slower down only to pick up speed again. He was toying with me, trying to drive him crazy for what I did to him and his friends and he was succeeding.

After almost 30 minutes of driving recklessly like that, I could feel myself about to throw up, my heart was pounding too much and everything was just...

"You want me to slow down, right?"

I nodded.

"So earn it."

What? "Have yot run mad?" I couldn't help it, "you're trying to get us into an accident and you want me to do something to make you stop this madness?"

"I guess you're enjoying it then."

Then he picked up speed again till the car was practically flying. It was too much for me. My stomach was turning. I could feel the ground slipping away from beneath me.

"Fine!" I screamed, "What do you want me to do?"

He slowed down again and I felt my body relax a little.

"Roll your gown up and take off your panties," he delivered it casually as if he were asking me to pass a jug of water to him.

My mouth dropped open. "What?"

"I thought we already established our number one rule: don't make me repeat myself."

"This is madness, Xaden, you have to..."

"Madness? I just want to see what the student leader looks like when she cums. How's that madness?"

My mouth dropped open. I closed it again, utterly rendered speechless by what was going on. Even more speechless by the strange thrill that was coursing through my body.

"You can't keep doing this, Xaden, just because..."

"Don't make me repeat myself, Red," there was a certain chill and finality to his voice, "it's either your life or an orgasm."

4: HER FACE WHEN SHE CUMS

APRIL

"Your life or an orgasm?"

The words made my body shudder. And it wasn't in a bad way. There was a kind of anticipation building in me and manifesting in the little jolts in my pussy and the liquid that was dampening my panties.

I swallowed.

"You're taking a lot of time to save your life," he commented, his voice sounding business-like as usual, "that's quite funny seeing how the car is full of the smell of your arousal."

My eyes widened in shock. I had completely forgotten that they could smell things like this; to know that a part of me wanted this.

"You won't like it if I have to repeat myself."

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, forcing the might of April Lawson into my voice. I was The April Lawson, the most popular and most revered student in Enigma College. The first human to amass that kind of power in a school ruled by werewolves. I wasn't going to allow a spoilt brat like Xaden to treat me like this.

Despite the mixed signals my body was giving me.

"I know you're holding something that could ruin my life over me but this is... this is assault," I lied because nothing about it felt like an assault, "you can't keep forcing yourself on me and forcing me to do these things to you just because you know my secret."

He cackled. Loudly. Darkly. He surprised me with the sound and before I could process it, he pulled my thighs apart unceremoniously. I gasped and tried to grab his hand. My body failed me the minute he reached up, shifted my panties to one side and two thick fingers brushed over my folds.

I gasped at the sensation. It was too much, too intense, too overwhelming. He messaged them slowly and an embarrassing sound escaped from my mouth. He chuckled again before removing his hand. He raised it and shame threatened to overwhelm my being when I saw the evidence of my dark desires there.

"You became this wet when I haven't even touched you," there was a sadistic mockery to his voice, "just like you were so aroused three nights ago from having your mouth fucked. Don't blame someone else for your tainted desires."

"This doesn't mean..."

"Now, roll your gown up and take off your underwear."

The alpha command in his voice left no room for argument, for refusal. I found myself rolling my gown up, found myself lifting my body off the chair to take my pants off. I'd barely finished when he parked the car and his hand found the aching spot in between my thighs.

I gasped loudly and a scream, mangled with both pleasure and pain left my mouth when one of his fingers entered me. My eyes clamped shut and my left hand fisted around the material of the chair while my right one held onto the backrest of the chair to give me some sort of balance.

Xaden kept thrusting his finger in and out of me, the squelching sound so loud that it was mortifying that it was coming from me. The pleasure was almost too much, too intense; no part of my body was spared from it. It was something I'd never felt before. It was something I never thought was possible.

Moans, whimpers, and gasps left my mouth as he toyed with me. This was the most intense I've ever felt. I shouldn't feel like this. I shouldn't want this. I shouldn't be enjoying it.

A sudden loud noise drowned my mewls of pleasure. I was startled but Xaden wasn't the least bit bothered about the intrusion. He kept toying with me. I'd have ignored the intrusion too if it wasn't my phone ringing, if it wasn't Natalie calling.

"Pick your call," he commanded. There was a certain gruffness to his voice, darkness, and possessiveness that wasn't present before he started playing me like this.

I picked up my phone, about to oblige him but he didn't pause. He didn't stop thrusting in and out of me. I hesitated before trying to close my leg.

"Excuse me while I pick up this call."

He kept my legs apart and a sudden slap to my core made my whole body jolt.

"Pick your call, April, let the person on the other end know about much of a flirty whore you are."

My finger pressed the green icon.

"April, where are you? You just disappeared from the party without telling me."

"Yes, I... I had to..." he pinched something down there and the pleasured pain made me release an embarrassing whimper. I clamped my other hand over my mouth to stifle my sounds.

"What was that? Are you okay?"

"Yes," I managed. I was too breathless, too heady with desire and need and pleasure. He was doing all sorts of things to me down there. He was thrusting his finger in and out, was massaging my folds, was pinching and...

"You don't sound like you are," Natalie sounded concerned but I could still hear the hint of curiosity in her voice.

"I'm fine. I'm with a friend and... oh my God!" I breathed when he inserted another finger and he started thrusting in and out with so much force and speed that I couldn't keep up. Their squelching sounds were too much. Too loud.

"Ohhh," Natalie now sounded excited. I knew she could tell what was going on, "I'll leave you to it, have fun."

The phone dropped from my hand because I felt too boneless to hold anything. A lot of things were going wrong with my body. My stomach was tightening, my legs were shaking, and my whole body was convulsing. It felt like something was building up within me. Something utterly powerful, beautiful, intense, and flexible. My moans increased. This time, I couldn't control them. I was far too gone to think of the fact that my stepbrother, even though I wasn't a part of the family was the one doing this to me.

I was far too gone to think of the fact that Xaden Davenport was the one doing this to me. He was everything I've always hated.

The pressure grew even more. The sensations grew and reached their peak before I let out one scream. I collapsed against the chair, completely spent, with my body shuddering and my pussy vibrating.

I was heaving and panting so loudly. I felt like I had run a marathon except that this felt way better than a marathon.

I managed to look at Xaden as he withdrew his hand from me. They were wet and I was filled with mortification at the fact that that came from me. Xaden was looking at me, there was a slight intrigue in his eyes, a slight mockery, and a slight taunting.

"So that's it, that's what the almighty April Lawson looks like when she cums."

5: A PLAYTHING FOR THE THREE OF US

APRIL

The last wave of my orgasm washed over me with a shudder and silence filled the car.

Seconds later, I found myself drowning in shame as it dawned on me that I’d just let Xander toy with me yet again, and just like the last time, I’d enjoyed every bit of the filthy way he manhandled me.

Worst of all, he was sickeningly quiet as he drove, not even sparing me a glance.

It was almost like I didn’t exist after he’d had his way, commanding and humiliating me until I was a shameful mess. The thought of that surprisingly sent a tingly to my clit and I chastised myself for being so endlessly consumed with arousal around him and quickly pulled my panties back on and sat straighter.

Once I got back to the sanctity of my hostel on campus, I’d scrub away the shame and forbidden desire coursing through my veins. That I was sure of.

I sucked in a deep breath and looked out of the window, thankful that he’d at least kept to his word and adjusted the speed of the car in exchange for a humiliating orgasm. But my gratitude quickly faded into confusion when I noticed that he didn’t take the final turn that would’ve brought the campus gates into view.

For some reason, he didn’t think I deserved to be aware of where we were headed and that didn’t sit right me one bit. So, I swallowed the overwhelming shame clogging my throat and demanded an explanation.

“This isn’t the way back to campus. Where are you taking me?”

Even a mumble didn’t leave his lips in reply, he didn’t even act like someone that had just been spoken to. It was almost like I’d become invisible the second he was done with me and that was all sorts of annoying.

“If you’re going to act mute, then drop me off here and I’ll find my way back,” I demanded angrily, only to be met with the same coldness as before.

“Fine!” I hissed, “since you’d rather ignore me, I’ll fucking jump out! I don’t care if you ramp up the speed,” I threatened, grabbing my bag off the floor and unbuckling my seatbelt.

The very second I reached for the door, I heard a click sound that I knew all too well.

Stubbornly, I still tried the door and I was furious when it didn’t budge, proving that he’d used the master’s lock to trap me in against my will. My head was swimming with all the horrible things I could say just to lash out at him, but I was smart enough to realize that I’d only be digging a deeper grave for myself if I did that to a ruthless asshole that knew my worst secret.

So, I kept out until we stopped at heavy golden gates.

I hid my awe by glaring at it angrily while Xander whined his glass down and used his facial recognition on a nearby scanner to gain access. As soon as his face was scanned, the gates automatically opened to reveal the most luxurious mansion I’d ever laid eyes on.

Unlike the gates, the mansion was black and silver themed, surrounded by statues of warriors, a car park with two sleek black cars and a fountain with water that had silver bits. When I realized that he’d brought the car to a halt, I pulled myself out of the daze the house had left me in and stubbornly folded my arms over my chest.

“Get down,” he ordered as usual.

It was my turn to ignore him this time, so I rolled my eyes and stayed put.

“For the brightest student, you have a surprisingly shitty memory,” he drawled, “because I’ve had to remind you about the one rule I gave you a million times.”

I did remember, I just didn’t care.

“I’m not leaving this car unless it’s to walk out of here and head back to campus,” I spelt out adamantly.

His cold eyes rested on me for a few seconds and then he pushed his door open.

“If I step foot out of this car and you’re not out, I’ll carry you out myself and spank that nasty attitude out of you before we get in,” he sounded serious as a heartbeat as he stepped out.

Once I saw him approaching the passenger’s seat, I quickly opened the door and hopped out, knowing that he would probably spank me to tears if I didn’t obey him promptly. He shot me a warning glare and then started towards the house, as though threatening with his eyes that he’d do much worse if i disobeyed him again

I followed behind him quietly, surprised at the thrilling feeling building within me as we neared the door. My adventurous side was pumped with curiosity at the prospect of whatever danger awaited me behind that door, because with guys like Xander, all you could expect was doom and devastating orgasms.

We finally walked in and I was immediately proven right.

Doom did indeed lie ahead, in the form of his two friends Nick and Ace who were sprawled across a couch and watching a clip that shouldn’t even exist. Xander continued towards them but I remained frozen to a spot, shocked and utterly humiliated by the damning evidence of my misdeeds being played on a gigantic screen.

I blinked thrice. Then some more, wishing the sight away, but nothing changed.

No matter what I’d prefer to believe, the video on the screen was really me. And of all things to be doing, I was sliding down a pole slowly while dressed in see-through red lingerie and a host of men were wagging their cocks at me and chanting my stage name.

“Red!”

Nick and Ace were scrutinizing the video, clearly saying provocative things about my body but the sound of my heart beating like it was going to crack my ribs open drowned out their voices. All I could think about was the irreversible damage that video could do to my reputation and life in general.

It would ruin me and I’d never recover afterwards, that’s for sure.

“Who knew that the nerdy student president had such an erotic side?” Ace’s tone dripped with mockery as he regarded me.

The unreadable darkness in his eyes as he took a long drag of his cigarette somehow did nothing to conceal the fact that he was undressing me with his eyes. I could tell that if he had the chance, he’d do so roughly and end up eliciting pleading screams from my lips.

However, that was a pointless observation when my life was hanging on the line. I was red with embarrassment from his words and all I wanted to do was get away from them as quickly as possible.

Without another thought, I turned to leave but in a second Xander dashed towards me and restricted my movement.

“Sit right there,” he pointed to the couch opposite his friends.

Weariness clutched my entire body as I looked at the seat, unable to move my feet towards it when I had no idea what sick game they intended to play with me.

“Why did you bring me here?” I breathed heavily, still wary of what awaited me.

Instead of a reply, Xander shot me a silent glare that carried a message he didn’t have to say with words. I instantly remembered his threat to expose me if I kept making him repeat himself and I knew I had to obey him to protect my darkest secret.

Wordlessly, I took my seat opposite his friends and tried to keep calm.

Xander joined his friends on the couch and all three miscreants were facing me. It was then I realized how unbelievably hot they all were. It was one of the reasons every girl wanted to kiss their feet at school but I hadn’t paid attention to it until now, and only because it was too overwhelming to deny while being this close up.

They dripped of arrogance, sin, and dark yet alluring features.

“What should we do with this secret that crawled into our laps?” Nick asked, looking between his friends like I wasn’t present.

“Simple, we should send it to the Dean and upload it on the school’s website so that her stuck up ass can taste the brunt of suspension,” Ace held my gaze as he placed a new cigarette between his lips and lit it.

I was shuddering internally at what he’d said when he made it even worse by speaking again.

“Or better still, expulsion.”

My chest felt tight and my throat dried up as those words left his lips. I was nearly losing my mind as I considered the different horrid scenarios I could end up in they went through with Ace’s heartless suggestion.

“That sounds just about right,” Nick agreed with him, making my palms clammy as anxiety shrouded me like a second skin.

A sickening twist in my tummy made me gulp as they continued to discuss the matter. To worsen things, Xander also seemed interested in their suggestions and they all kept offering suggestions on how to burn my life to ashes.

If my secret ever got out I’d be done for. I’d be ruined beyond repair.

I’d clawed my way through a difficult life while struggling to provide for myself by juggling several jobs, and even despite that I still needed a scholarship to keep me in school. If I lost that scholarship after busting my ass for it, I would be so broken that death would be the only reasonable step to take afterwards.

Imagining the entire school mocking me and the school authorities regarding me with disappointment disgust made me want to shrivel up and die on the spot.

But I didn’t want to consider that option when I could still broker a deal to protect the future I’d been slaving towards for years. I had to fix things somehow, and that meant reasoning with the three most ruthless men I’d ever encountered.

“I’ll do anything in exchange for keeping my secret,” I blurted out loudly, making their conversation instantly cease.

They all faced me with matching expressionless gazes. The room fell quiet except for the sound of Ace lighting his third cigarette since I’d gotten here. When he’d taken a drag, he leaned forward and puffed the smoke in my face rudely.

As I coughed, he smiled menacingly and asked….

“Does that anything involve being a plaything for all three of us?”