Emperor of Destruction [EDITING]

xviii.

XVIII

A day passed yet I could still smell her undying scent on me.

And the smell of her sweet cum.

I push the blonde off me, growing tired of her attempts to turn me on. Her hands make their way up my thighs. I watched as she grabbed my clothed cock, stroking it at a medium pace. My head tilts to the side.

I shove her off again, except this time I stood up and leave, ignoring her pleads for me to come back.

"Yo, Westbrook. Let's play." The voice of my friend disrupted my dirty thoughts of my little stalker. I stopped on the stairs of our shared dormanity, overviewing the living room that stood in front of the main door. I continued my steps downstairs, walking towards the couches.

Ezekiel offered me a controller, which I declined and sat down, ignoring his pleading. He wanted to show me how good he's gotten since the last time we played against each other, but I didn't care. I had no interest in playing games other than Hawthorne.

She gave me a chase and a challenge. A thrill would shoot to my cock every time she provided me with the hate I craved from her.

"Atticus will play with you." Is all I say, going on my phone.

Ezekiel jumps up. "Atticus sucks ass at this game. Plus, he's too enamoured with Amorèt to do anything but stalk her page."

Atticus doesn't even try to defend his honour. I lean over, taking a peek from his phone screen and realised Ezekiel was correct.

I looked around. "Where the hell is Morozov?" I asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and sat back down, making a show of sighing loudly. "Fucker's too busy getting a blowjob right now." He said, focusing his attention back on his game when the timer begins. My eyes follow the cars on the big flat screen before returning on to my phone. "He's painting. Said the best masterpiece is made when his dick is shoved down someone's throat."

I grin at that. Kenzo has always been a fucking freak. Despite his crazed obsession for Mia, he's always been like this. Fucking people, especially those close to her to spite her.

The only person he hasn't fucked and probably will never fuck, was Amorèt. She's loyal to her Best Friend. That, and the fact Atticus would freak the fuck out and attempt to kill the bastard if he ever laid his hands on her.

"Where the hell were you?" A shriek came from behind me. I didn't have to turn around to know whose standing behind me. "Our parents hosted a dinner this week, and you," Mia points a manicured finger at me accusingly, "were supposed to be in attendance. Where the hell were you?"

If you must know, I was on a two day paid expenses vacation at Autumn's house, getting reserved blowjobs and playing with pussy all day.

She'd freak out if I told her that. I'm not in the mood for screams, unless they're from Hawthorne.

"I was busy."

"With?" She interrogated further.

"None of your fucking business, Scuderi." I snapped.

"It is my fucking business when you're screwing up our plans, Westbrook." She hissed.

"Your plans." I clarified.

"You're in on it too or did you forget?"

I'm about to snap back a response when Kenzo enters the room. Mia didn't notice his presence until he opened his mouth.

"Look what the cat dragged in." He said with a lazy grin. He had nothing on other than his signature gray sweatpants, hanging from his tattooed waist. Mia finally turns around, taking a noticeable step back when Kenzo approaches her. A predator and his prey. "Miss Prim and proper cursed, not very posh of you."

Mia placed a hand on her hips, cocking it out. "Stop calling me that."

The bastard smiled. This smile wasn't one of the blood-curling ones he'd give us or anyone else. This smile was genuine.

"Oh but it's so very fitting."

Ignoring him, she turns back to me. "Were you with that stupid girl? What was her name again.." Her eyes lit up. "Autumn?"

My jaw clenched.

She notices this and scoffed. "You seriously dropped our plans for her?" Her tone held venom. "You said you wanted to break her, not fuck her."

I gave her a glare that shut her right up. "Watch yourself, Scuderi." I warned her. "If I tap out your game is over. I'd watch what I say If I were you."

She meant for the look she gave me to be intimidating, when it was anything but. Unlike the rest of the population at Darlington, I wasn't scared of her or her threats. Neither was Ezekiel or Atticus, especially not Kenzo. We knew her too well,—he knew her too well.

We all grew up together. That meant we got to see Mia before she became the bitch she is today.

Ezekiel managed to make Atticus play a round with him, While Kenzo stood behind my fiance, eyeing her curvaceous silhouette. I had no doubt the fucker was imagining her bent over the same way I had Autumn in the washroom of her Step Daddy's house.

"You're such a dick." She spat.

"Nice to know you haven't forgotten."

She glared at me. "Papa is organising another dinner in a week. You're expected to be there. If you're not, I won't hesitate to rat you and your toy out to Christian."

My jaw clicks. I'm annoyed at this point. Threatening me was already a huge mistake. Threatening me with Autumn was an even bigger mistake.

"Know your place, Mia." I say in a warning tone.

Her brows knit together. "No. You learn your place. In fact, engrave it into your memories, Westbrook. Because I swear, if you mess this up for me, I'll gut that bitch from the inside out with my stilletos and make you watch. That stupid cunt will learn not to mess with an Scuderi."

"You won't."

Her shoulders shrugged. "You're right. I would hate to ruin my favourite heels, especially on a low-class trashy rat like Hawthorne. Which is why I keep several other pairs. I'm not afraid to dirty my own hands, Westbrook. You know this."

I look at Kenzo. He's staring at me, reading the expression on my face and nods before grabbing Mia by her waist, slinging her over his shoulders.

Finally.

If Mia knew better, she wouldn't try threatening me ever again. After Kenzo's done with her, I figure she'd be too tired and sore to argue and just leave.

I grin, however, recalling the past events with Autumn was unforgettable.