A Hurt So Sweet Volume One: A Dark High School Bully Romance

by Rosewood, Betti

  With a start, I realize I'm eager to take her place, and I shake my head to get the thought out. I can't allow myself to go there, and I can never let Dex find out. But as my eyes connect with his and he smirks at me, I have a feeling he already knows what's going through my head.

  "Take it out already," my fiancé hisses at Audra. "No more fucking around. Suck."

  She pulls out his cock and gasps at the sight of him. I'm embarrassed to admit my own gasp follows suit, echoing through the room. He's just so fucking big, and I keep forgetting it. God knows how he fits into any of our holes.

  Audra palms his cock, and my cheeks burn with fury as she pops him into her mouth, licking the tip expertly. Her tongue swirls all over him, making him groan out loud and bury his fingers in her mane of dirty blonde hair.

  "See how she does that, toy?" Dex mutters. "Licking right along the slit just the way I like it."

  Audra seems encouraged by his words and she starts licking him from the base to the tip next, lapping at him like he's cotton-fucking-candy. I sneer at them both.

  "You better stop making that face." Dexter narrows his eyes at me. "I don't want you disobeying like a little bitch. I taught you better than that."

  "Whatever," I mutter.

  "Don't make me punish you with everyone here," Dexter hisses, and I glare at him in response. "Audra, all the way down now. Show her."

  The girl seems encouraged by his words, and she starts bobbing her head up and down his length.

  "That's a good girl," Dexter murmurs, and another shiver of jealousy runs down my spine. "Look at her while you do it, Audra. Show her how it’s done.”

  Audra's eyes flutter closed, then open again before she focuses them on mine. I can practically feel the arrogance coming off that bitch, and I want to smack that smug look off her stupid face. Tell her she's nothing but a plaything to Dexter. Just like I am.

  His fingers tangle in her hair and he pulls her up, making her spit on the tip of his cock as she struggles to catch her next breath.

  "Take a good look at what you're about to suck," my fiancé tells her. "You're going to take it all the way down that pretty, tiny throat next."

  "P-Please," she stutters, but before she can finish her sentence, Dex shoves her down on his cock until she's sputtering and spitting up everywhere.

  I look away, disgusted with what he's making her do, but Dexter barks orders at me the second I distance myself from the scene in front of me.

  "Fucking keep watching, toy," he snarls. "Don't you dare take your eyes off her."

  He leans back on his chair, holding Audra down on his length while he starts moving his hips into her mouth. She struggles and moans gratefully while I blush all over from what he's making her mouth do.

  "Goddamn, that feels good." His voice is rumbly and deep, making me needier than ever. I can't let him see it. I can't let him know. I bite my lower lip and keep watching.

  "I'm gonna cum if you don't slow down," he says in a low growl. "I need to fuck all of my cum into that throat."

  She mumbles something incoherent, her mouth full of my husband-to-be's cock.

  "Fuck you."

  I'm surprised to find the words coming from my own lips as I glare at Dexter.

  "Excuse me?" He raises his brows at me and laughs in my fucking face. "It's so easy to break you, toy. It's really funny how you play this strong, independent woman, but you turn into putty in my hands the second I take my dick out."

  "That's what you think," I spit out while he forces Audra to bob on his cock. "I despise you, and I always will."

  "Such big words for such a little cunt." He grins. "Open wide, Audra."

  He doesn't take his eyes off me as he starts to come, groaning when he spurts rope after rope of cum over Audra's face and into her mouth.

  "Don't you dare swallow," he grits out at her, still watching me. "Show her how full your mouth is now."

  Obediently, Audra crawls closer to me, that smug expression back on her face as her eyes connect with mine. She opens her mouth wide. It's covered in his seed. I want to gag. I want to scratch her face.

  "Close your mouth, don't eat up yet," Dex goes on. "Get up close to her."

  "What? No, don't," I scoff, trying to push Audra away when she scoots closer.

  But Dexter isn't having any of it. He zips back up, walking behind me and grabbing my arms, making me arch my chest out.

  "Don't you dare fight me on this," he mutters. "Audra, kiss her."

  "W-What?"

  I'm outraged. This can't be happening, he can't take this from me, he can't order me around like some kind of puppet. Yet the whole time I'm repeating those words to myself, I know he's going to make us do it.

  "Kiss her," he demands again, and Audra closes her eyes, thick lashes landing on her cheeks as she presses her mouth against mine. "Let her taste it."

  Her mouth opens. Warm liquid oozes into my mouth and I choke on it, attempting to back up, but Dexter presses a knee against my back, not allowing me to move another inch.

  "Have some," he says in my ear. "Maybe you'll get a fucking taste for it. Not that it matters to me. You're going to eat me up one way or another."

  "God, man, I'm going to come if you make them do this," Lai groans from the back, reminding me that we aren't alone.

  I whimper as Audra grabs me, pulling me in for a deep kiss. She isn't doing this because she likes me. She's doing this so she'd get Dexter's attention. And while it should make me mad, it only makes me feel jealous instead. His cum floods my mouth, his taste lingering on my tongue and his scent assaulting my nostrils.

  He kneels next to me, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as he whispers, "I knew you would love the way I taste, toy. Open your mouth and show me now."

  I shake my head, closing my eyes tightly. Audra pulls back, and Dex's finger wraps around my chin, gently forcing me open. I know what he's going to see, and it makes my cheek flush with shame.

  "Where is it?" he growls at me.

  I stick out my bare tongue.

  "She... did she just..." Julian's growling from behind me.

  "I couldn't help it," I whisper, feeling more defeated than ever.

  All Dexter does is throw his head back, laughing at me. And I know he's won another battle.

  Fifteen

  Pandora

  A week of no incidents later, I'm sitting in a classroom, pen poised over paper as I start working on a pop quiz our teacher's making us take. Still, being cornered in that classroom is fresh on my mind and has been for days. The fact that they control anyone in this town – the teachers, the students and the staff – makes me scared.

  I force myself to think of something else and try to pay attention to the quiz before me instead. It’s then that I hear the crackling sound above me, looking up and knitting my brows together as I look at the speaker in the upper corner of the room.

  "What does it feel like?"

  The words ring out above me and my heart starts hammering in my chest. That's Dexter's voice.

  "Wet. And tight."

  That's my voice. My fucking voice. Playing over the school speakers.

  "How tight?"

  I look around the room in disbelief. Most of my classmates are staring right me, with expressions of pure shock.

  "No!" I scream.

  "I can't fit my finger," my voice says. "Just a little bit of the tip... Please don't make me put more inside."

  "No no no no!" I jump, forgetting the test.

  Even the teacher is too shell-shocked to stop me.

  "Fuck me," I mutter under my breath. "Where the hell is this coming from?"

  "I won't," Dexter says above me.

  "Are you hard?" my tinny voice asks.

  Holy shit, I'm going to kill him.

  I run up to the teacher, demanding, "Where's the school radio room?"

  "Up the stairs, to the left," he replies.

  His eyes insist on mine for a second, so I know he's telling the truth, but the next moment,
they move down to my tits straining against my uniform.

  "Hey!" I bark, and he looks back up. "I don’t have time to deal with this now.”

  While my biggest shame keeps playing out on the speakers, I run out of the classroom. I take the steps two at a time and nearly trip in my effort to get up there as soon as possible. Thankfully the hallways are empty since it's still in the middle of the lesson - a small mercy.

  I locate the small room under the attic stairs, hammering my fists against the door.

  "Dexter! Open the fuck up, right now, you fucking dick!"

  No answer. I scream in frustration, banging on the door harder.

  "Open up right now you fucking jackass!"

  The door flies open. My fists meet a strong, puffed-out chest instead of the wall, and I widen my eyes.

  "Brazen," I spit out. "Where's Dex?"

  He laughs in my face. "Think this is his work, little sis? Aww, you really are stupider than you look."

  "What?" I scowl at him. "The fuck are you on about?"

  "My little revenge of course." He points to the room behind him. "You like it? I asked Dexter to record you coming on the phone. Thought it would come in useful."

  I balk at him and he narrows his eyes at me.

  "Wait... you do remember your little slut ass got me out of going to the first party of the year, do you?" he asks.

  "That was... ages ago," I spit out. "And it was nothing!"

  "Well, it was something to me," he grits out. "So here's your punishment, you disobedient girl."

  I barge past him in the radio room where the recording is still playing. It's a dark, tiny room with almost no light.

  "Count faster," Dexter snarls on the phone.

  "Three," my voice pipes up.

  I grab the phone connected to the computer in there and smash it on the floor. I stomp on it until there's nothing but glass and plastic left, and then I kick it in frustration. At least it's off the fucking speakers.

  "That was very dumb of you, little sis," Brazen tells me, and I whip around, but instead of focusing my eyes on my brother, I notice the three figures standing behind the door.

  "What the fuck?" I mutter, my heart hammering in my chest.

  "Now you're gonna have to pay for it," Brazen shrugs, smirking as he slams the door of the room.

  A lock clicks into place outside just as the three boys approach me. Beautiful Caspian, vicious Lai and brutal Dexter. My eyes focus on his now and I feel rage pumping through my body so fast I'm scared I'm going to just kill him on the spot.

  "You fucking dick," I snarl at him. "You let him play that shit? Why did you record me?"

  He grabs my fists in his hands. He only needs four fingers to grip me and push my arms down.

  "I thought it would be funny," he laughs at me, sending cool chills down my spine. “Besides, I needed to show you I’m not always nice, didn’t I? I gave you so much pleasure. Now it’s time for some pain.”

  He motions behind me. “Hey, I think you broke our friend Caspian's phone over there."

  "W-What?" I glance behind my back at the remains of the phone I just smashed.

  "That's right," Caspian mutters. "You ruined my property, Pandora. Now it's time to pay."

  “Like you can’t pay for a new one!” I cry out. “You’re freaking loaded, anyway.”

  He looks at Dexter, asking, "Can I?"

  "Yes," Dexter nods. "Please, be my guest. I need to let my toy pay for the mistake she made. I taught her better than that. Touch her. Kiss her. Do anything you want.”

  "Freak," I mutter under my breath while Caspian steps forward, out of the shadows.

  His face is a mastery of cruel perfection, the lines sharp and jutting out provocatively.

  "What are you going to do?" he asks me, his voice patronizing. "There's nowhere to run now."

  Dexter’s booming laugh follows as he says, “Why don’t you get a little closer, toy? Kiss him.”

  Something switches inside of me then, like a light going out. I shock myself by taking a step forward, holding my chin up proudly.

  Caspian's eyes narrow at me. He's interested.

  I look over his shoulder at Dexter. I can't see him properly in the darkness, but I can tell his fists are clenched.

  "You told me to, Sir," I purr innocently.

  Then, I press my lips to Caspian's.

  His mouth accepts mine, and we push our tongues together. I make matters worse by moaning into his mouth, and this seems to encourage him. He grabs me by the waist, pulling me firmly against him so his cock digs into my hipbone. Then, a moment later, Dexter's pulled him off me like a fucking animal.

  "Excuse me," he snarls. "We got somewhere to be."

  "No we don't," Caspian bites out. "Let go of me, dickface."

  Dexter drags him to a wall and throws him against it.

  "She's my toy!" he growls. "Mine!"

  We're all too shocked to react. I just stand there, my lips still glistening from the kiss. Dexter gives me one last look before kicking the door down. One moment it's there and the next he's got it on the ground. I can barely breathe.

  "Out," he demands. "Everyone out. And you..."

  At this, he turns to me, glaring me down.

  "I'll see you at the debutante party tomorrow."

  My heart speeds up. The day falls almost exactly on my birthday. I'll be turning eighteen at midnight the day after tomorrow.

  "Don't you dare do anything stupid until then," Dexter finishes. "You're already in enough trouble."

  They leave the room, and I sink to my knees on the floor with my heart pounding.

  I will never get the better of them. It seems like they're always, always a step before me.

  But I'm not done fighting just yet.

  Sixteen

  Dexter

  It's the night of the debutante party, though I've been thinking about anything but that. I've been too busy with school, the business and Pandora's disobedience to pay attention to anything. My little prisoner has felt the effect of my absence and has punished me accordingly. I know I don't have the time to pay her a visit, though - I need to get ready for the evening ball, which will be held at the local Country Club.

  Anders has picked out one of my father's tuxes for me, and I feel nostalgic as I get dressed, spraying myself with cologne and shaving my face. My thoughts aren't with the jailed little bird stuck in her cage, they're with Pandora - like they always seem to be lately. She's taken permanent residence in my mind and I don't like it one bit.

  A few minutes later, Anders waits for me with my overcoat, wishing me a pleasant evening. A driver is waiting outside, and I sit in a polished white limo wordlessly, pondering everything as the journey begins. I don't have much time to think, we arrive in about ten minutes, and I head into the building with a feeling of dread settling over me.

  I exchange polite hellos with the people there. My father's former business associates, the founding fathers of this town, and my peers. I don't feel like I belong, though. To be honest, I never did.

  My eyes keep scanning the crowd for a sign of Pandora, though I know I'm not likely to see her until she descends the iconic staircase of the country club after she's announced and presented to the public.

  The introductions are already happening, and my bored gaze fixes on the top of the stairs as I watch woman after irresistible woman descend them. Audra is one of them. She looks pretty in a peach-colored dress, but she doesn't keep my interest. Her hopeful eyes meet mine from the top of the stairs, and I look away without interest. I can almost hear her hopes shattering at her feet, and it makes me smirk.

  Girl after girl descends the staircase. Pandora will be the youngest tonight. Her birthday is tonight, at midnight - she'll be officially turning eighteen, so they've let her participate despite still being seventeen. I keep waiting for her. Keep glancing at the stairs to steal a glance of the toy that has stolen my thoughts and refuses to let go.

  I start talking to one of the employees in my
father's company, but the moment I hear they're announcing the last debutante, my eyes focus on the stairs again, forgetting all about my unlucky employee.

  "Presenting," the tuxedo-clad man at the top of the stairs announces. "Lily Anna Oakes of the Oakes Estate."

  The whole goddamn room goes quiet, and I think we're all waiting for her to appear. A second passes, the unbearable wait making pangs go through my chest. Then, she appears. Except it's not her.

  She's wearing a dress Lily Anna wore on her birthday. A pretty, pale lavender gown with layers of flowing chiffon and a tight-cut bodice that leaves nothing to the imagination. She even wears her hair the way Lily Anna did, pinned in a false bob, and her signature makeup - cat-eye liner, and red lips.

  I let out a huff of air. She's dressed up like Lily Anna. I can tell the rest of the room has noticed too, and as she descends the stairs, everyone's eyes are glued to her - exactly what she wanted, I'm assuming.

  Lai reaches me, grabbing my arm.

  "Are you going to let her get away with this?" he barks at me. "Look at her father."

  My eyes wander across the room to Emilian Oakes. His eyes are tear-filled, something I've never seen before, and he watches Pandora with adoration.

  "Fuck," I mutter. "Grab her the moment she's alone. Are Caspian's parents still out of town?"

  "Yeah," Lai nods.

  "Take her to his place. I'll be there as soon as I fucking can."

  "Got it." Lai nods before disappearing into the crowd to give everyone else my instructions.

  I stand there feeling like a fool as Pandora walks over to me. The crowd parts, allowing her to pass through, and she smirks at me, all smug and shit.

  "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I snarl at her.

  "You wanted Lily Anna," she hisses. "So here I am."

  She looks so stubborn, so fucking defiant, and I just want to smack that look right off her face.

  "You're going to pay for this," I tell her as she moves past me.

  "We'll see."

  She giggles, and I keep my eyes trained on her as she walks to the corner of the room. There, Caspian engages her in a conversation, inviting her out into the balcony. She looks at me, as if seeking permission, then something like disobedience flashes in her eyes, and she follows my fellow Firstborn outside. Right into my fucking trap.