I wonder if she realizes I know who she is.
She clears her throat, but her voice comes out raspy anyway. She sounds like she smokes a pack a day and I find it strangely sexy, like the contrast between her voice and her figure makes her all that much more alluring. There’s a mystery in her voice, one I want to unwind. Nobody sounds like that naturally. “They were nice to me on the ferry and I feel bad for skipping the party.”
“Don’t worry. Dom and Nathan are fine without you.” I smile at her grimace and I wonder if that stings. I walk closer and sit down in a chair. “Why did you show up at my house in the middle of the night? You know it’s late. You’re not supposed to wander the island after ten.” That’s a rule for most of the students, though they mostly ignore it, but so long as they stick to campus and the beaches then everything’s okay. If they stray too far into the jungle, well—there have been accidents over the years.
“The lights here were on and there were a lot of people around and I just—” She stops herself and takes a breath. “I heard rumors about a shipment coming in.”
My eyebrows raise. “A shipment? I don’t think any ferries arrive for another couple days.”
“Not an official shipment.”
“I see.” I stand and walk to a side table. I pour myself a glass of whiskey and swirl it around before taking a sip. There’s no alcohol on the island, not sanctioned anyway; if anyone wants to drink, they have to come through me first.
And a lot of people do, from students to teachers to administrative staff. Even the groundskeeper buys a bottle of gin every two weeks to the day.
“I know what you do. I mean, people talk about it, and I just—” She pauses again. I like when she pauses, it’s like she steeling herself and building the courage to say something she knows she shouldn’t. And I love when she speaks—that rasp is like a cat’s tongue along my throat. “I wanted to know how I could join your society.”
My eyebrows raise again. This girl is full of surprises. Why the hell would she want to join Calico Club when she knows what happened last year? I’m not sure if she realizes that I know who she is yet, or if she’s pretending like we’re total strangers to each other and we don’t have an intimate connection already, and that’s fine with me. I can play that game if she wants. I move closer, sip my drink, and lean against my chair, but I don’t sit. I force her to look up at me, right into my eyes.
“You want to join Calico Club,” I say simply. She nods once, looking fierce. “Why would you want to do that?”
“I heard you’re the most exclusive student society on the island, and I guess I realized that if I don’t join something, I’m going to sit in my dorm room for four years and do nothing but study and stare at TikTok. And plus, you have that.” She points at the drink in my hand.
“We do have this.” I take another sip. “I’m being rude. Would you like some?”
She opens her mouth to say no, but shuts it. She must realize the trap she set—if she wants to join the club to have easy access to friends and alcohol, then surely she’d accept a social drink.
I can’t imagine she wants to drink around me, but I can’t resist pushing her boundaries.
I walk to the table, pour her a glass, and hand it over. She cradles it then takes a hesitant sip. She makes a face and sputters.
I laugh, unable to help myself.
“I don’t really drink much, honestly,” she admits, putting the whiskey down. She picks up the lukewarm tea and sips, trying to clear the alcohol from her mouth.
“Then why join a house that throws big, raging parties? What makes you think you’d belong here?”Aside from your sister.
“Dom and Nathan were nice to me on the ferry and I just thought—” Her cheeks turn red. She’s blushing with embarrassment and I can tell she’s on the verge of running away. Clearly, this whole thing was impulsive, but I want to drive her to the natural conclusion. “Look, I just want to join, okay? I’m not leaving here without you at least taking me seriously.”
I move over to the couch and sit down beside her. She stiffens, but doesn’t move away. I wonder how far I can take this and put a hand on her thigh. She shivers like my touch is hell, and I nearly laugh out loud. Her fear is absurd but her discomfort is delightful, and I have a sudden, horrible idea.
“I take you very seriously, Kaye,” I say softly, soothingly. “How badly do you want this? Coming out to Calico House in the middle of the night during a shipment takes some serious courage. How far will you go to join this club?” My hand moves up her thigh, slowly, so slowly, and I want her to think about me cupping her bare pussy, about my fingers sliding inside of her, about my teeth on her throat.
She stares at me in surprise and I look right back, still smiling, hand still close to the warm crease between her legs. I stop before I go too far, but I can tell I’ve already crossed a line and she’s doing everything in her power not to scream and run away.
“I’ll do what I have to do,” she whispers and my cock’s half stiff, the blood throbbing through my ears. Why am I reacting like this? Kaye’s attractive, her voice is sexy, I like her figure, I like that she’s petite—but I’ve been with plenty of attractive girls on this fucking island. Why her, why right now?
Why this girl, when I hated her fucking sister so much?
“I’m sure you will,” I say and pull my hand back. She’s dangerous and toying with her is a mistake. I throw back my drink and stand, moving away. She lets out a soft whimper of relief and that only makes my cock stiff with excitement. I want to hear that whimper as I push her to her limits and finally break her in a way I’ve never broken a woman before.
Thoughts of her sister swirl in my mind. I don’t want to think about Lucky, not right now—not when I’m staring at her sister with pure madness and lust in my heart, but I can’t help it. Lucy was hell, Lucy a nightmare. Lucy nearly took everything from me.
And now Lucy’s sister thinks she can waltz in here, into my fucking house, and demand a spot in my student society.
She’s lucky I was already considering bringing her in.
Friends close. Enemies closer.