Bully Her: A Dark High School Bully Romance
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“I asked for your cock so I could slice it off,” I whispered, challenging him with a deadly stare.
He narrowed his eyes at me, allowing them to flicker down for a brief moment in submission. Yes, I could read him well. He wasn’t going to win this one. Men were so obsessed with their penises, that any threats against them would throw them off. Apollo was no different.
He stepped back. “It’s a shame we were interrupted. I would have knocked you up in an instant.”
Apollo’s baby inside my belly was an image I didn’t need in my head. I was lucky enough that my friend Cora interrupted us by accident, breaking my temporary lapse in judgment. I would have regretted having sex with him.
I blinked slowly, reminding myself that he derived pleasure from my reactions. I could let my anger loose when he wasn’t around. For now, I had to stay strong.
“I’m sure you’ll get kicked out again soon. Until then, stay out of my way,” I said, turning to leave him.
“See you later, my little Georgia peach,” Apollo said in a deep voice as I left.
I shuddered at his words, as though my body was trying desperately to shake them off, but they wouldn’t leave so easily. I was in total disbelief that Apollo was back after his year-long break from Winterlake Prep. It all seemed like a cruel joke, but I knew that security around here was tight. He couldn’t have just snuck in.
I cursed beneath my breath as I trudged quickly down the familiar hallways of the school. This was my last year here, so why did he have to come back and ruin it? I could have graduated in peace, but instead, my life was back to the hellscape that it had been when he first began bullying me.
Apollo, a rich douchebag who had a prick for a brain and more muscles than he had control over. He had no tact, no style, and no sense of right and wrong, dancing around gleefully in a place that few people cared to go.
That was because it was a place that would make people hate you. It was shocking to me that the entire school hadn’t turned against him by now, but he was far too handsome and successful for that to happen.
They didn’t care about being nice here. I found that out in my first year when a group of girls began teasing me about my copper hair, calling me carrot top, freak, and stupid just for the way I looked. Most of the girls here were blonde, and if they weren’t naturally, they would bleach it until it was like straw on their poor tired scalps.
They feared to be different, to be an outcast. I already was, so it didn’t bother me. Things weren’t actually that bad once Apollo was kicked out. He was what made people gang up on me. After he was gone, peace returned to my life. I was able to disappear and go unnoticed at the school. I could concentrate on my grades and slip through without causing a stir. It’s what I wanted.
But now, things were changing again. Apollo was back, and he seemed like he wanted a bigger piece of me than the last time he came. His teeth could bite deep into my core, and he knew how to jerk and roll so that he tore out chunks of me like an alligator doing its death roll.
I was in for a ride. That much was for certain.
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Unhinged Lover: A Dark High School Bully Romance
It’s all about risk and reward.
His hot tongue entered my mouth, tasting the embers of passion that floated within me. A large hand slipped down to my small black dress, lifting it and tracing a finger up my thigh slowly as he kissed me.
I didn’t pull away this time, but instead, leaned into his touch and let him take me in the empty classroom. This was the man that had terrorized me for months, made my life hell, and almost ruined me. Perhaps he still would, but for now, I submitted to his power.
The kiss was a cruel dance, meant to ensnare me in his charm, to pull me into his sick world so that he could own me. I wasn’t sure if I was taming the brute, or if I was being drawn deeper into his trap. Only time would tell. For now, I experienced every feeling all at once – anger, resentment, love, pleasure, guilt…
I wouldn’t be able to look at myself in the mirror and say that I didn’t love him after I allowed this to happen. I had let him cross the line too many times, and this was the result. As fucked up as it was, I couldn’t resist the pleasure that a man like him could give to me.
There was nothing loving about the way that he took me, but I didn’t care. I wanted all of him in that moment and not a damn thing less. It was unclear to me whether he was the one gaining the upper hand over me, or it was I that now basked in the power of dominance.
We were broken people from broken places, our emotions littered with the terrors we had endured that took us to this point. It was the bitter past that we shared that made us come together in this way. No sane individual would take on this kind of a relationship with someone so deadly and damaged, but I wasn’t sane anymore, and neither was he. Perhaps we had both become…
Unhinged.
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