Drop Dead Queen (Corium University, #2)

by C. Hallman

“Yes, you are probably right, so why don’t you skip class and let me fuck you instead?” “Is that seriously why you pulled me out of class? For a booty call?” “No, but that would be a plus.”

Omg. Lol. Fuck off.

Now, tell me what you want so I can go back to hell.” “I want you to stay away from Vito.” “Vito? This is about the new guy?” “Yes, you need to avoid him.” “Wow.” Aspen shakes her head.

Saw this coming. Jealousy is a bitch huh Q😂

“I’d rather you be tied to my bed so no one but me can touch you.” “Of course, you would. You know I’m a person, right? I’m not your plaything, a sex toy you can use whenever you feel like it.”

Duudde. Just admit you’re jealous. 😂

“I don’t see why you can’t be both. Now shut up and listen to what I’m telling you. Stay away from Vito. I mean it, Aspen.” She unfolds her arms with an exaggerated huff. “Fine. I’ll stay away from him. Can I go now?”

Wooow. I wouldn’t have gave in. But I guess I get why she did.

I’m tired of people messing with her. Maybe it’s time I make it clear to everyone. There is only one person who is allowed to mess with her. Me.

Boooo

“You’ll do whatever the hell I say, and not because I tell you to, but because deep down you want this too. You want my cock inside you. You want me to fuck you like I hate you, so you can justify this fucked up relationship we’ve developed. I know because I want it too. I want to fuck you until I don’t remember who we are.”

I mean...yeeah

“Who did this to you?” Venom drips from his words. I shake my head and look down at the bruises Matteo left on my skin.

Uh oohhh

“No one.” The lie rolls easily off my tongue. “I fell.” I don’t need Quinton to fight my battles, I remind myself. I’m not sure it’s possible, but it seems his features have darkened more.

Matteo is about to get it.

“I am not fucking stupid. You don’t get bruises like this from falling.” He pauses, and though his voice is sharp as a knife, his touch is incredibly gentle. I’ve never seen this side of him.

Bipolarrrrr

“I’m fine. Nothing happened.” “Why won’t you tell me who did this to you?” I nibble on my lip a second longer than I should. Hesitation is not what I need. “I don’t need you to protect me,”

Hmm. Ok

Are you ready to go?” “Yes, let’s go make heads spin.” The only head that will spin tonight is mine when I go Carrie mode on everyone at this party.

This should be ...fun...i gues.

She is probably less than welcome here by all the other students, but I don’t care what everyone else thinks. What’s important is that everyone knows she belongs to me, she is mine, and I don’t like sharing.

Sooo this is the coming out party.Okaayy..

“Can we just go back to my room? I’d rather just sleep with you than go through with this.” “How about both? Let’s go to the party for a bit, then we go back, and I fuck you into the mattress.” “I mean it.” “So do I.

Lol. Smh😭🤦🏾‍♀️ Lordy

I don’t understand why you want me there.” “Just making sure everyone knows who you belong to.” “Don’t say stuff like that. I belong to you as much as you belong to me, which is not at all.”

Gotta make a statement. Let em know y’all are somewhat..kinda..official ? Idk

“You are very wrong because you are mine. Mine to torment, mine to touch, and definitely mine to fuck.” She turns her face away from me, but I can feel her body shuddering in my hold.

Almost romantic if you just change a few of the words. 🥴

Though we are met with plenty of confused looks, no one dares to say anything to us. Not until I spot Ren, Nash, and Marcel surrounding one of the tables, and we join them. “Are you shitting me?” Nash calls

Mmmm. I don’t see this going over smoothly

“What the fuck is she doing here?” I don’t miss the way Aspen slightly leans into my side. It’s so minute, I don’t think anyone else notices, maybe not even Aspen herself. She likes to pretend she doesn’t need me, but we both know she seeks out my protection and comfort.

Yeah. So don’t abuse it and just be better bro.

Both Ren and Marcel don’t say anything about Aspen being here, but I can tell by their stares that they are confused too. Which is why I’m shocked when Ren offers Aspen a drink. “Here, you look like you need it.” Ren opens a beer bottle and slides it across the table.

Me too tbh. I guess he doesn’t want to be on the outs with his bestfriend again

“Mhh, thanks.” Aspen sounds unsure, her gratitude coming with a hint of a question mark at the end. She is hesitant but ends up taking the bottle and brings it to her lips. “Ah, okay, I get it now.” Nash

Oh goodness. Nash stfu

“We’re getting her drunk so we can all fuck her. I mean, she must be a good lay if you keep her around.” Nash laughs, and Aspen stiffens next to me. Gripping the neck of my beer bottle, I imagine it’s Nash’s neck while trying not to show how close on edge I am.

Oh goodness. WTF is wrong with him ??

I remind myself that he is drunk and doesn’t know what he is saying, but when the idiot reaches for Aspen’s dress and tries to push it off her shoulder, I see red. My body moves before my mind can think it through. Fueled by rage, I drive my fist into Nash’s stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He doubles over, cradling his stomach.

🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️🤦🏾‍♀️

“No one touches her but me,” I growl, shocked by the possessive tone in my voice. I shove him away, and he barely stays on his feet. “Get lost, Nash. I don’t want to see your ugly face for the rest of the night.”

Hmmm. Period

I open my mouth to say something, but the words get caught in my throat when the music suddenly turns off. The grand hall fills with drunk chatter and displeased partiers before a large projected screen above the buffet comes to life. For a moment, it’s nothing but static and white noise, but then the wall projector plays, and a video comes to

???

The first thing I see is Aspen’s tear-rimmed eyes filled with fear and anger. The first thing I hear is my voice. “Open your mouth and relax your throat.” Fuck. The entire room goes quiet.

Oh nooooo😬🫢🫣🤦🏾‍♀️

I’m frozen in place as I watch the video replaying the scene I remember just fine on my own. Aspen’s whimpers come through the speakers, followed by sounds of gagging and grunting as I fuck her harder.

This is awfuuulll🤦🏾‍♀️

Tearing my eyes away from the screen, I look at Aspen beside me. Just like me, she is frozen in place, too shocked to move. Her mouth is hanging open, like a fish out of water. Her eyes are wide and glued to the screen, almost as if she is hypnotized.

I feel bad for her. To be reminded of that is craxyyy worrkkk. 🫣

“Aspen,” I whisper, but in the silent crowd, it feels more like a shout. Her gaze flickers to me, and I feel like someone punched me in the fucking heart. Her baby blues are filled with so much despair and pain, it’s hard to look at her.

Fucking Matteo..

I’ve hurt her before, pushed her more than I should have, but she always stood up to me with fire in her eyes. Not this time. That usual fire is gone—not even a spark remains. All that reflects at me is the pain only a guttural betrayal can leave behind. “I hate you,” she grits through her teeth, and for the first time, I actually believe her.

Mmmm.

“You might not need it, but why refuse when it makes things easier?” Vito asks. “Because in my experience, even the smallest amount of help comes with a price.” I run my palms down my dress, straightening the fabric as much as I can.

Mmmm. True.

Quinton warned me to stay away from Vito, but why? “I don’t know if I can trust you,” I admit. “Don’t take it personally. I don’t really trust anyone these days.” “I’d say you have valid reasons after seeing that video.” I wince at his words.

Too soon.

Anger toward Q and his friends for what they have done, and shame for myself because I keep letting Quinton treat me this way. I let him in, let him slip through the cracks when I should build my walls higher. I let him comfort me when I should only count on myself.

You really should. You just need to get tougher. Stronger. Fight back. But also, I don’t think this one was Q. .

“Don’t do that,” Vito says in an almost warning tone. “Don’t do what?” “Feel humiliated. You’re not the one who did this.” “It’s easy to say, but I can’t help how I feel.”

True. I like Vito.

“Ah, yes. Pesky feelings don’t always go in the direction you want them to.” Vito gives me a solace smile, and I wonder if we are still talking about the same thing. The way he is looking at me right now with puppy dog eyes makes me think he has some feelings on his own he can’t control.

Hhmmmm. I feel like he can be trusted and a true friend. But also..Idk..I really do like him.

“Looks like Quinton decided to walk you home after all.” I don’t turn around, but I can hear Quinton’s footsteps approaching. His feet pound against the ground like he is angry. As if he has a right to be upset.

Of couurrsseee

Fuck it. I act on impulse. Before I can think anything through, I take a step toward Vito. His eyes widen just a smidge, and his lips part in surprise as I push up on my tiptoes, close my eyes, and press my mouth against his. Oh, shit. I’m kissing Vito.

😭🥴Alrighty then

“What the fuck are you doing?” Quinton growls from behind me. The deep, gravelly sound of his voice holds rage and promises retribution. He grabs me harshly and pulls my back against his chest, knocking all the air from my lungs.

Lmaaaoooo. Oh please

My eyes fly open just in time to see Vito smirk with satisfaction. Next thing I know, I’m spun around and picked up by my hips. Quinton throws me over his shoulder, leaving me hanging upside down and grabbing onto his shirt for support.

Of course. Boooo🍅🍅🍅

He carries me all the way to my room without either of us saying a word. Kicking the door shut after us, he drops me on my bed unceremoniously, making me bounce on my mattress.

Rude

I don’t owe you anything.” “No? You owe me nothing? I guess you can pack your shit and move back to your old room.” “I didn’t ask for this. You can’t do something nice for a person and then tell them they owe you.”

She’s righttttt. Also, don’t be an Indian giver

“I can do what I want.” Quinton’s words might be that of a bratty child, but his voice is that of a powerful man who can indeed do as he pleases. No one will even attempt to stop him… only me.

Mmmm..*sighs*

“Clearly! You do what you want, no matter who gets hurt in the process.” “I didn’t play that video for everyone to see if that’s what you’re referring to.” “Maybe not, but you are the one who did it to me.

Shes boilingggg

You are the one who forced his dick down my throat while your friends were watching. You knew about the video, and you told Matteo you didn’t care who saw it. And you are the one who made me go to the stupid party today, where I was humiliated in front of the entire school!”

Yeah girl..

“Go to sleep, Aspen,” he orders, his voice so low I can barely hear it from across the room. “That’s it? Go to sleep?” I should probably just keep my mouth shut and let him go, but when did I ever choose to be quiet? I never learn. “Yes, that’s it. You’ve already said everything.

Such a couple I swear. If only they would just… TALK

I won’t deny any of it because it’s all true. I hurt you, I humiliated you, and I took things from you that you didn’t want to give, but I also saved your ass more than once, and let’s not forget, I got you this room. Now, lie down, shut up, and go to sleep.”

That doesnt give you rights to do what you want🤦🏾‍♀️

I’m starting to wonder if Aspen suspects the cameras in her room or if there is another reason she has been spending all of her time either at the gym or library. I’ve been leaving her alone in the library, and the few times I followed her to the gym, she just left and did push-ups in her room instead.

She’s trying to bulk up.

I figured she would be cooped up in her room after the disastrous party two weeks ago, but of course, in true Aspen fashion, she does the opposite of what I expect.

👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Leaning against the cold brick wall, I keep my eyes trained on the entrance of the library. Like the stalker I am, I’m hidden in the shadows. In a corner Aspen won’t see when she walks out. A few minutes later, she does just that.

Omg.

“What do you want?” “A lot of things, but right now, I just want you to come with me so I can have my way with you for an hour.” She snorts. Fucking snorts. “I’m done being your plaything.

🙄🙄🙄

“I haven’t bothered you in two weeks. You must miss me by now.” “You are such a prick! Trust me, I don’t miss getting humiliated in front of the whole school.” “Yeah, but I’m sure you still miss coming on my dick.”

The man doesnt hear the word no

She rolls her eyes at me, and my hand twitches, wanting to redden her perky little ass again. Shaking my head, I shake the thought away. She doesn’t need a spanking right now. She needs to be reminded of how good I can make her feel.

Delulu