DANGEROUS ELYSIUM

PART FOUR

SHARNA

"Got you coffee, it's gone cold though." Morgan announced as he walked back into my room. I was still lying in bed, naked. I hadn't moved at all since he left me. After he fucked me, brutally so my ass was hurting like hell and the only thought I had was that I deserved the pain he inflicted on me.

"Pointless in drinking it then." I moaned.

"Whatever. Anyway, why are you still in bed? Waiting for more?"

"No, my ass hurts."

"Oh. Sorry about that," I listened carefully for any signs of shame on his part, but there was nothing but firmness and confidence. "Anyway, I saw Raine and Oliver not long ago…"

I gasped and shot up in bed, then regretted it instantly as my back and ass screamed at me. "...fuck, seriously be careful next time. Jesus."

"About what? Fucking you or bumping into those two dipshits?"

"Obviously fucking me, I don't care about those two."

"Really?" Morgan grins and moves onto the end of the bed and crosses one leg over the other and just stares at me. I sat waiting for him to say something and I opened my mouth to say something…"You look like you want to say something."

"I was going to, but I've forgotten now. But you definitely look like you have a lot more you want to say."

"Yeah, I kind of do. An idea I guess."

I frowned. "Like what?"

"Well. Oliver."

"What about him?"

"He still looks at me like shit on the bottom of his shoe. I fucking hate it. I want him to pay for thinking he's better than me, when he's nothing…"

"I don't think he's ever thought that…"

"And you would know?"

"No. But I know him, remember."

"Oh yeah. He was like a leech, right?"

"Not really. Anyway I don't want to deal with him so don't even think about whatever you're thinking about."

"But it's good…"

"Nothing that comes out of your mouth is good Morgan."

"You sure about that?" He whispered, pulling the covers slowly away from me. "Let's make a bet."

"No…."

"Oh come on Sharna. I'll bet my bike."

"Your pride and joy? No way."

"I'm serious," he bit down on his bottom lip and crawled up towards me. "So hot," he said, against my cheek and softly let his fingers trail over my skin to my groin. "Nice dick…"

"Stop…"

"Let's play Sharna and I don't mean this," he groaned and grabbed my dick. "I bet you can't get Oliver…."

"I'm not...fuck, stop touching me…" Yet my dick has other ideas now. "...faster…." I panted against his shoulder.

"No," he stopped, but held my dick firm in his hand. "I bet you my bike you can't get Oliver in bed."

"...please, Morgan…."

"Say yes Sharna and I'll give you release."

"....fuck," I gritted my teeth. "...fine, now make me come."

"So compliant….I love you Sharna."

"....I...fuck…" I couldn't form the words he wanted to hear. His hand was relentless on my dick that no other thoughts could enter my brain other than I wanted to come, badly. "God…" My hips lifted in time with his fisting and then warmth cascaded through my dick and I came. "....ahh shit."

"Mmmm Sharna, say it. Come on, say it…."

"I….I love you…." I panted.

"God boy. So we got a bet?"

"Fine, yes. But he won't go for it. So what happens when I lose which is highly likely."

"If you lose the bet you come with me and be mine forever." He said with a smirk as he wiped his hand over the covers.

"Go where?"

"We graduate in less than a year and I've decided to leave. So you come with me."

The thought of leaving this city was outrageous. I hated it when I moved here, now I love the place. Obviously, Oliver is here. "Where?"

"That doesn't matter. So, we on?"

"Fine."

"This will be fun, watching him squirm. Make sure he cries Sharna. I want to see him cry, like back then." I turned away from Morgan and slipped from bed, I tried keeping my walking even and confident as I began walking toward the bathroom. No way in hell I’d let Morgan see how rattled I really was. I also refused to let myself focus on what might happen tomorrow, because one thing I’d learned from the cruel life being in this damn family was that tomorrow wasn't guaranteed. It was ironic because every day had been the same, at least from the standpoint of routine and structure. But when you were constantly on the lookout with Morgan and his mom, there was no such thing as routine. The only routine you really had to learn in this family was how to survive. And how to watch your own back because there wasn't anyone else around to do it. Not even my dad, Morgan's mom had him firmly tucked in her pocket. I was alone and I needed to survive. But going after Oliver….fuck, this wasn't just a bet, that was his game. He didn't give a fuck about his bike or even taking me with him. He just wanted to see Oliver break...me too. If I refused I'd be finished. "Oh by the way Sharna," Morgan added, popping his around the bathroom door. "I'll deal with Raine."

"How?"

"That's none of your concern. I'm ordering food, I'll order for you so hurry up and get downstairs."

"Sure." Then he left. I switched on the shower and stepped under the spray. I quickly grabbed my soap so I could wash away my shame and Morgan's scent.

DANGEROUS ELYSIUM

The weekend was finally over, I could breathe for a bit without Morgan on my back. Class was about to start, the same class Oliver was in. Honestly I didn't even want to go to uni, but my father insisted I do if I was to have any chance in his company. To be honest, I didn't want to work in his company either. So I started at the same uni Oliver started at. I used the excuse that it was all for my dad and not Oliver, but it was for Oliver. I hated english and I mostly hated math. A degree in either was fine for me though. As in the words of my father 'A degree is a degree son, I don't care what it is just get one or you'll bring me shame. I don't want a son under me who can't even get a degree, I'll look like a fool.' Didn't think Morgan would follow me though. But he did, always watching, always making sure I was kept under his thumb.

"Hey Sharna," I heard the shrill voice of the girl that always made a point of sitting next to me in english lit. God she's awful. But she was just another face in the crowd of people that wanted to be next to me, to make themselves look good. "Are you going to class?"

I turned and smiled at the girl. She was short with equally short hair and brown eyes, but this girl had claws. "Yeah."

"I'll sit with you again." She chirped. Acting all innocent. She was far from innocent. I'd heard the many details from Morgan. How she likes it in the ass and being slapped occasionally. All she needed to do now was conquer the other brother, me. No way in hell would I even go near her and I found it funny how she'd go on about sleeping with Morgan when she had no clue that he fucks me almost every day. She was and will always just be a slut, another person to add to his many conquests.

"No, that's fine," I stated, as we walked into class and I spotted Oliver already here. "I'm sitting with him." I pointed at Oliver, hunched over at the far back.

"What? Why would you sit with that guy?"

"Because he's my friend."

She glared at me and crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breast up. It's all for show. "Sure. Whatever." She hissed and walked away from me.

I chuckled and made my way towards the back and pulled out the chair next to Oliver and he quickly looked up. "Mind if I sit here?" I asked.

"What?"

"Can I sit here?" I asked again.

"No."

I smiled at him and his pretty face flushed pink. "Well I'm going to anyway." So I pulled out the chair more and slipped in next to him. Everyone looked back at us as I slid in. The chair screamed across the floor as I slid closer to the desk.

"Everyone is looking." He murmured.

"And? Let them." I smiled when his familiar scent wafted up my nose every time he moved, making my head rush. So I shook myself and let out a long breath.

"Don't breathe," He whispered, but carried on taking notes. The teacher's voice drowned about almost instantly. "Don't come up for air at all."

"I'd die. You don't want me to die do you?"

"Possibly," he muttered quietly. "....best thing, maybe." He added.

"I'm not going to stop breathing for you..." I said to him as I considered that he was probably afraid of me. "Just don't…" I began to say, but then I fell silent.

"Don't what?” Oliver asked. Don’t be afraid of me. I kept the words shoved deep down in my belly and just shook my head. No way was I going to tell him the truth. Then he turned his head to look at me and my heart almost stopped.

We continued to stare at each other. I wondered why. He was clearly uncomfortable, and I doubted, no, I knew I wasn't exactly being nice either. "I don't know." I answered. I'd watched Oliver shrink under my cruel words for years. But when we were kids, we always talked about how things would be different when he went to uni. How he would prove to his uncle that he could be a success. I'd had no doubt when he told me about uni as kids that he would succeed. I'd wanted that for him. I'd wanted him to gain some freedom from all the ugliness he'd been through. But a small part of me needed to see, and I’d see that he’d broken free of everything. I’d pictured him as a teacher who taught kids how to love math, or a researcher of some kind who solved real-world problems with all those fancy theorems he'd prattled on and on about. He'd even talked about how cool it would be to work for the space program. Not once had he mentioned anything about wanting to be rich or famous. And I'd always wanted to be around the grown-up version of that amazing kid, but this seemingly confused Oliver who waffled between all-out anger and crippling insecurity quietly broke my heart. I steeled myself not to let my emotions once again get twisted up in this man's life like when we'd been kids. But here I am doing just that, always doing that.

"Don't know is stupid." Oliver responded. I could see him struggling for courage, but he was doing a good job. Men and women alike feared me. Even those who I didn't know were often afraid of me. I saw it in their eyes, just as I saw it in the eyes of those around me. And I couldn't say I blamed them. I knew I carried myself in a different way. How was I supposed to explain to any of them that I couldn't just undo the things I'd had to learn to survive since Morgan came into my life.

Then surprisingly Oliver actually smiled, though I could see it cost him some of his precious courage. I didn't move because I wanted to see how far he'd go. Then he moved his arm so it was almost next to mine. Just a little more I thought and his skin would almost be touching mine. I didn't need bare arms to know what he felt like, but it's been so long I wanted bare skin on skin. I wanted to feel his heat directly and not through material. "Let me take you for dinner?" I thought I'd ask again.

"No." I got the same result. Of course I would. I wasn't doing this for a bet. Fuck the bet. I'd use it to my advantage. I wanted to be close to Oliver and without the bet I couldn't, it was my reason. I could get close without Morgan questioning why. It was cruel, but I didn't know what else to do to get Oliver without repercussions.

"Dinner." I said again.

"No, stop."

"Please."

"Why?" He snapped quietly.

Slowly I moved my hand against his hand and gently let my pinky finger run against his. "Please, Oliver."

He shuddered and closed his eyes. "No, I'm sorry…." Then he paused and pulled his arm back. "I'm not even sorry. Just no." He shot up and quickly shoved his notes in his backpack and stormed through class, ignoring the teacher and he left. Just like that, but I'm not giving up. Not now that I have a chance.