Emperor of Annihilation

FOURTEEN

Ezekiel

Monroe has been avoiding me like the plague since the party. It's been a week without our tutoring sessions. When Mr. Woods instructed that I stay after class when the bell rang, I didn't think much of it. When he finished explaining to me that Monroe would no longer be the one tutoring me due to personal reasons, my blood raged.

For as long as I've known her she's always been like this. Running when she can't face reality. The fact she thinks she could avoid me for long was cute.

But when she stopped attending the classes we shared together and missed out on going to that Cafe I always see her at through the windows, I was pissed.

Even now, I raise the lit cigarette to my lips, savoring the warmth as I take a deep inhale and let out a puff of smoke, hoping by some miracle the little blonde seductress will disappear from my memory.

My mind wanders back to last week. My cock hardens when I remember how the fabric of her dress stuck to her skin, and how her nipples hardened with the simple touch of water alone.

I lost count of how much I jerked off to that memory alone since that night. She looked so fucking pure and innocent. It made me want to ruin her and everything good going in her life.

The pout of her pink lips, to the glare of her beautiful blues. Everything. I want every inch of her to be at my mercy.

To see her on her knees, tear-stained face and flushed cheeks when I force my cock between her plump lips. Fuck me, I want it bad.

I'm brought back to the present when the boy tied up in the chair in front of me lets out a blood curdling scream that does nothing to faze both me or Kenzo, who surprise surprise, was the reason the bloodied boy was even enduring pain.

I watch with curiosity and anticipation as Kenzo injects the boy's arm with heroin, a fuck ton of it. I know the boy as one of our classmates.

A good kid with an unhealthy obsession for something that isn't his. That something happens to be Mia Belova Scuderi, student council president, my former childhood friend and the heart to Kenzo's cock.

I caught him jerking off into her panties on several occasions. I found it disgusting but not surprising considering it's Morozov.

Kenzo craned his neck so that he's looking directly at me. "Think he'll survive another shot?" Kenzo asked with sinister delight dancing in his maniacal eyes.

I shrugged my shoulders. Doubt it. "Surprised he survived three already," I grumbled.

His tongue darts out, swiping over his piercing as a grin makes its way to his lips. He injected another shot inside him.

I left soon after his death, making my way to the top floor where Silas and Atticus were. They both glanced in my direction then returned their attention back on the screen where they continued to play against each other.

I walked to the kitchen and to the fridge where I grabbed a drink when Westbrook spoke up. "She still ignoring you?" 

The grip I had around the beer can tightened. Autumn assumed Silas wouldn't speak to me because of last week, but she was wrong as usual. He didn't give two damns about Monroe, only Salvatore did.

He tried giving me the silent treatment but when he found out how much I didn't really care if he spoke to me or not, he just gave up and gave in.

I chugged down the entire bottle of beer in less than ten seconds then crushed the bottle in my hand, chucking it into the garbage bin without looking, my eyes still on the screen.