9 - Party

*Yes, she is now eighteen. But she’s still a president’s daughter. Don’t ever forget that. – Gator*
Darkness was just as disgusted with himself as he was a year ago. Maybe even more so.
And he wanted her. *Her*. Not the little redhead that was currently on his lap.
He wanted the girl who they were having a party for. The girl who was nowhere to be seen. The one who was probably tucked away in some corner with an encyclopedia or almanac, her dog laying at her feet.
His Light.
That’s who he wanted. That’s who he had thought of as the blonde had sucked his cock earlier. It’s who he would think of as he drilled into the nameless redhead later. If he drilled into her. Otherwise, it would be some other woman. Someone to take the edge off.
What kind of a sick pervert did that make him?
Sure, she was of age now. But she was still a child. Innocent. He was willing to bet that she was still a virgin. Darkness wanted to be the first man to touch her. He wanted to be the only man to touch her. Ever.
That thought made him harder and the redhead thought it was her.
“Maybe we should go to your room.” The whore suggested as she rubbed her ass against his crotch through his jeans.
They were propped up against the bar at the far end of the living room. The building was strange, originating as a large open space with a single three stall bathroom. Over the years, it had been added to – offices, bedrooms, kitchen and dining room, and then the two wings of suites upstairs.
“Later.” He growled as he pushed her slightly away from him without pushing her off his lap.
“But baby…” she whined as she ran a perfectly manicured hand up his chest.
He hated girls that whined. It annoyed him. They thought that it made them sound wanton, but to him, it only grated on his nerves as needy and deceptive. “If you’re that desperate for cock, there’s plenty others to ride.”
“I’ve never had black cock before.” She whined.
The brother leaning against the bar next to them laughed at her. If there was anything about women that Darkness found more annoying than whining, it was going after him simply because he was black. He would prefer that they would avoid him for the same reason. At least then, they were honest about it.
Darkness snarled at her. “Add one more day to that record.”
Without warning, he stood and dumped the redhead to the floor. She landed with a thud and cussed him out as he stepped over her. One of the men standing nearby stopped laughing long enough to help her up.
“You’re nothing but a fucking-” She stopped herself before she said it, but the room was now deafening silent. Everyone knew what she was about to say.
Darkness stopped and turned back towards her saying that he couldn’t imagine why none would fuck her. He emphasized the word she did not say, would not say, and she flinched guiltily.
He walked towards the hall and was stopped by Gator and Zydeco at the doorway.
“Can you go one night without being an asshole?” Zydeco demanded. “We’re trying to do something nice for Camille.”
Darkness laughed. “This?” he motioned to the party behind him. “*This* is for Camille?”
Music blared, the base shaking the floorboards. A table was set up for beer pong. Cornhole was being played in the front yard. Guys were taking whores and other women to their rooms. Two kegs had been tapped. Liquor was poured liberally.
Nothing about the party said anything about the Camille that he knew. The quiet and soft-spoken woman who preferred to fade into the background. Who would rather have a book over a party.
“Yes.” Gator said angrily.
With an evil knowing smirk, he replied, “That’s rich.”
“What the hell does that mean?” the president demanded. “It seems that you have forgotten your place around here.”
“I know my place quite well, *president*.” He sneered back at the two men and then cut them both with a cold glare. “She said that this would be more for us than her. And I’m saying she’s right.”
“We’re trying to make her feel at home.” Zydeco gritted out.
“Yeah?” Darkness asked and they nodded. He leaned in close and spoke softly. “Where’s your guest of honor? She’s not at your party.”
He pushed past them and headed down the hall to the back porch. The soft curses of his president and enforcer made him smile as they realized she was nowhere to be found. Soft murmurs carried down the hall telling Darkness that they were still talking. But it was soft enough that he could not understand what was being said.
It did not matter. He could guess what the conversation was about. Camille. And her not being at the party that they threw for her.
Just as he suspected, when he stepped through the door there was a low warning growl. Her soft voice calmed the dog. And if Darkness was honest, it calmed him too.
“*Weich*.”
“I thought I’d find you back here.” He said gently as he moved to the far corner where she sat with a portable lamp and a book. “What did you just tell him?”
“Weich. It means soft.” She gave a soft sniffle. “In German.”
Nodding at the book, he asked, “What year?”
“1923.”
“Going in order?” he asked sitting in the rocking chair next to her.
“Makes more sense that way.” She put the book on the table and turned off the light. “Why do they call you Darkness?”
The irony was not lost on him that they were having the conversation of his name in the darkness of the night.
“It’s where I live. Shadow was already taken. I’m darker than him.” He gave a little laugh. “My skin and soul are both darker.”
Not that he really remembered Shadow. The only thing that he clearly remembered about either of his parents, were their deaths. The traumatic way that they were murdered would forever more be burned into his mind.
“I don’t think you have a dark soul.” she said softly.
He couldn’t help the smile that crept across his lips. “You didn’t see the way that I just dropped and insulted some bitch in there.”
“No.” she admitted. “That would require me being human and spending time with people.”
He looked at her and could see the tears in the moonlight. “Tell me who hurt you.”
Camille swiped at her eyes. “It’s true, my sister is right. It doesn’t matter where I go, how far away I move, I’m still me. That’s not something that I can get away from. I’m still the awkward nerd.”
He held out his hand for her. It took a moment, but she put her hand in his. Her pale skin almost seemed to glow against his dark skin.
“I like the awkward nerd.”
“Stick around, your opinion will change.”
“I don’t think so.” He resisted the urge to pull her into his lap. She might be his light, but she was also more than ten years his junior.
“How did you know where to find me?”
“It’s where I would go to get away.” He admitted. “Your dorm mates came.”
“Yeah? One of them got excited about being invited to a real biker clubhouse.” She chuckled. “I’m guessing that Gator has been keeping it tame around me?”
“Well, he did tell us to keep our sex behind closed doors.”
She laughed and he thought it was one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. “Fuck, he should go to the mother house. Or even my dad’s clubhouse. The Shack is mild and tame because of all the kids that are around. And there’s lots of space.”
“So, you’ve been around the not so nice side of the club?”
“I saw one of my sisters give a blow job,” she admitted. “While getting fucked in the ass and her husband sat there and watched.”
“Damn.” He thought about watching Camille give one of his brothers a blow job. A wave of angry jealousy washed over him. If she was his, he wouldn’t share.
The urge to spank her, punish her, for even putting that idea in his head roared to life. He could see her strapped to a cross, her backside and upper thighs a beautiful shade of red from a paddle. Swallowing, he forced the image out of his mind and tried to get control of himself.
“I’m not like that.” She whispered. “I don’t want people watching me. I want them to forget that I’m around.” There was a slight change in her voice, he could hear her smile when she quietly added, “Except when I dive.”
He couldn’t help but smile. “Can I watch you dive?”