Bow Down To Your King

Chapter 36

JULIA POV

Point Total: 10,625

"Are you sure?" he asked, staring down at me with concern, "It's okay if you want to wait."

He's chivalrous and has a big dick?

God has favorites.

I shook my head, "I just want to be with you."

Zeke's eyes softened and I wondered if he wanted more of a challenge.

Or at least something to brag about in the locker room.

"There are lots of ways for us to be together," he said, kissing down my neck, "and if you still want me after I eat your pretty pussy, you'll have me."

I sucked in a breath as he pulled off my skirt, kneeled in front of me, and placed his mouth between my thighs, sucking on my clit—hard.

"Promise?" I asked, grabbing the sheets and fighting back a moan.

Zeke licked up my lips, sending shockwaves up my spine, before promising me his cock, as soon as he finished pleasing me.

My head spun as he went to work, devouring me with his lips, teeth, and tongue. I fought down the screams clawing up my throat, worried that my noisy neighbors would tattle to Katie, but damn, he knew how to eat a girl out.

I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him closer while I grinding on his face, obsessed with the feeling of his tongue rubbing against my throbbing clit.

I pictured him, on top of me, covering my mouth, fucking me in all the dirty, rough ways that I dreamed about at night after promising myself all day that I wanted nothing to do with him outside the games.

He was big, I knew that, and I ached at the thought of him stretching me, shamelessly, impaling me on his cock, and putting an end to our battle for points.

He would be mine, and I would be his.

My eyes rolled back, and moans filled the room, joining his muffled grunts as he lifted my legs onto his shoulders, forcing me to take his tongue.

I squirmed, but he held my hips down, trapping me.

"Fuck," I swore, "Shit."

Zeke chuckled, as if my frustration was funny, and went back to work, squeezing my thighs and eating me alive.

Then, when I was on the edge and ready to explode all over his face, he pulled away.

My stomach fell, and I blinked in surprise.

What the hell? I struggled to catch my breath as he waited in front of me, staring at the floor, a frown quickly taking over his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked, propping myself up on my shoulders and frustrated by the sudden stop.

Did he change his mind?

Was I too quiet?

Why the hell is he looking at me like tha-

"Tell me this isn't what I think it is," he said before holding up my mask.

My eyes widened.

How had he-

"It's not," I lied before scrambling backward, covering myself with a blanket.

I'm so stupid.

"Take off your shirt."

"What?"

"The tattoos," he said, his voice sharp, "Show me your arms."

I shook my head, "I can't."

"How were you planning to have sex with me if you can't even take off your goddamn shirt?"

I stared at him blankly, wondering how the hell I hadn't thought of that.

"Well?" he asked, impatient.

"I just-" I shut my eyes, "I don't know."

With the lights off?

With my shirt on?

Zeke sighed as if he was disappointed in me.

I tried to swallow the panic gathering in my throat, but it kept coming back. All the ways I could have avoided this moment flooded into my head, taunting me.

I could have sucked his dick.

I could have taken him to the school clinic.

I could have sent him away.

But I was selfish.

And wasn't that what I hated about him to begin with?

Finally, I nodded, taking ownership of the stupid fucking mask and wishing I had thrown it under Katie's bed instead of mine.

Then, I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped the fabric over my shoulder, showing him the dark ink there, staining me.

Zeke stared at me, silent. His eyes traced the pattern of the tattoo until it disappeared underneath my sleeve and his jaw locked.

He dropped the mask on the ground and got to his feet, avoiding my gaze. The silence that followed was unrelenting, smothering me as he walked to the door.

Finally, I found my voice, buried under the mountain of guilt forming inside of me. "I had to help," I said, trying and failing to defend myself, "The girls were upset. They don't feel listened to or valued at this school, especially not in the games."

Zeke froze, then sighed, turning to face me. "They're using you."

Of all the things I expected him to say, it wasn't that.

I shook my head, "It's not like that."

Zeke stared at me like I was crazy. "Do you actually think any of them care about you? They set you up." I opened my mouth to deny it, but he continued, "Katie would do anything to get back at Jared, including feeding you to the wolves."

I frowned, and he scoffed, "Why do you think she had you do all the dirty work instead of doing it herself? Just ask her."

"Zeke," I said, joining him by the door, not ready to see him disappear down the hall, "Please."

I didn't even know what I was begging for, a chance to explain?

His expression softened, "And while you're at it, ask if she gives a single shit about you," his eyes fell, as if he couldn't even bear to look at me. "Because I did."

My shoulders dropped as his words sunk in, breaking something foreign inside me.

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the kindness in his voice evaporated and was replaced with vitriol.

"If you want to be King," he spat, leaning in, tempting me with a poisonous kiss, "You'll have to fight for it."

"Zeke-"

He scoffed at me a final time, then left me standing in my dorm, alone.

And maybe that was what I deserved.