One of the freshmen shoves me aside. “That’s not enough. She needs another go!” He hits the target again, and down she goes. Covering her tits with her arms. Squealing for them toplease stop. Cheeks stained with chagrin…
It’s a glorious sight.
“Too bad it’s lined up with her cunt and not her ass,” one of the brothers says as I wander toward another tent.
Through the open flaps, I get a glimpse of Talon lookingwrecked. He sways as he leans in to take a card in a game of Suck and Blow, but can’t keep it pressed on his mouth. After a failed attempt, he gives up and grabs theIotaby the back of the head, smashing their lips together in a sloppy, wet kiss. It’s gross enough that I slip out in a hurry.
Talon doesn’t care enough about me to ask where I am. He only needs my future—and the petty thrill of claiming something Aiden once wanted.
I spy the Truth or Dare room, where two circles of people surround a bottle. There’s a point board hanging from the ceiling, explaining the rules and the way to earn coins. If you spin and it lands, the person chooses truth or dare. The dare scales up from kissing to fingering, blowjobs, full sex, anal, and more. Including group acts or even wilder.
Lounging atop a pile of silk pillows like some corrupted prince, Aiden Cardell takes a long drag off a blunt—fingers elegant, jaw relaxed. A slow cloud of smoke seeps from his parted lips, curling around his face like a veil of vice. One leg drapes casually over the other, his posture lazy but deliberate.Leaning back on an elbow, he watches the chaos unfold like it’s a private show made just for him.
His tuxedo fits like a salacious threat. Perfect. Crisp. Black as murder. His hair? Styled like he stepped off a magazine cover—effortless, arrogant. Muscles tight beneath the suit, veins visible in his hands from how he grips the cigar. His eyes are glassy, red-rimmed, but still as blue as a clear sky on a winter’s day.
But his smile?
Cold.
Villainous.
There.
For once.
He spots me instantly. Instead of shirking back, he raises his chin as if he expected me.
Zoe Griffin sits across from him, along with a fewBetasandDeltasI recognize. The rest areSigmasisters. AndMutton.
“Is there room here?” I ask, pointing to an empty pillow.
The guy next to me scans my legs, then tits, and smiles. “Yep. Pop a squat. Join us.”
Zoe grants me a solid head nod, then whatever conversation the group was having resumes. I get comfortable on a cushion, setting my whip down next to me.
The bottle spins for a few rounds while people laugh and socialize with drinks and drugs. Nothing gets too wild. The guy next to me lands on one of his brothers across from him, and he tells him to suck him off in a dare. But it’s like they had already been fucking on the side and were coming out as a couple. So, it feels like cheating for points…
Good strategy, though.
I’m surrounded by enemies.
Including the one with blue eyes who won’t quit staring at me. It’s not friendly. No. Aiden’s looking at me as if he’s about to lay a trap.
Except he’s about to step into mine.
By the time the bottle lands on me, I’m half asleep but jerk to attention, only to look up and see Asshole smirking in my direction. His first spin, and it lands on me? Hmm…
“Truth…ordare?” he asks, taking a sip of something in a doubles glass.
Licking my bottom lip, I steady my voice. “Truth.”
“I’m disappointed. A girl like you? I thought you would’ve chosen a dare.”
I don’t reply. He’s baiting me. But I’m too smart for that.
“Okay, fine.” He clears his throat, sets his drink aside, and sits, crisscrossing his legs. His glare meets me over the low faux flame lights surrounding us.
My pulse throbs hard in my neck until I almost can’t breathe. He draws out the moment for so long, I fear the worst. But his question is even more sinister than I could’ve imagined.