Vicious Savage: A Dark High School Bully Romance (The Brutal Boys of Blackcrown Falls Book 1)
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Kai’s fingers find my clit and he presses hard, fucking me roughly with his cock and hand. The noises that leave my mouth are high and unintelligible. Now I feel like some sort of wild animal, like I’m the one that can’t be tamed.
“I told you I’d make you scream, baby,” Kai says.
“Yes,” I rasp, the only word I’m capable of as my hips start jerking violently.
Kai grits his teeth as he bucks his hips meeting me, thrust for thrust.
Then he does something I never thought I’d love, but do. His fingers reach around, pressing on my asshole. He doesn't go inside, but he adds some pressure there and it sends me over the edge.
I come. Hard.
Like, out-of-body experience, losing my vision type of climax. The orgasm just keeps moving through me. Again and again.
And when I finally come down from my high, Kai is staring at me in what I think the closest thing to awe is for him.
Then he lifts me off him. I gasp a bit at the loss of him inside me, feeling empty. I feel some of his semen leak out of me, and panic zooms inside my chest.
“Kai, you didn’t even use a condom!”
He shrugs his shirt on. “So?”
“What do you mean ‘so’? Do you want me to get pregnant or something?” I run a nervous hand through my sweaty sex hair.
He doesn’t answer, and instead continues to get dressed.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but I’m afraid I already know.
“I’m going back down to party and you’re going to stay here,” he says, and then he pulls some handcuffs out of his night table by his bed.
“Fuck you,” I seethe, embarrassed when tears fill my eyes.
He only smiles, walking slowly toward me like a predator, cuffs hanging from his finger. “Did you think I was going to stay and cuddle and we’d share all our deepest darkest secrets?”
“No, I expected exactly this from a fucking asshole like you,” I say back, but there’s not much heat in my tone because if I let loose all this pent up anger, frustration, humiliation, I’m going to completely fall apart and I will not do that in front of Kai Pierce.
The snap of the cuff locks with such finality that it sounds almost louder than the music blaring from downstairs.
“Now don’t you go anywhere,” Kai says with an evil laugh before storming out the door as if he can’t get away from me fast enough.
That’s when I let the tears fall freely. I make no noise, just sit there naked on the bed I was just royally fucked in, literally.
Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. I hurriedly wipe my tears and cover myself with a blanket with my free arm.
“Desiree?” River’s voice comes through the door.
“Yes,” I croak, inhaling deeply, pretending I wasn’t just breaking down naked in fucking Kai Pierce’s bedroom.
“Can I come in?”
“Yes.”
In walks River, approaching slowly as if I’m a dying kitten, and I suppose that’s probably how I look.
“Nice outfit,” she says, grinning sadly.
I glare at her.
“Sorry, I’m not the best at comforting people,” she says shuffling awkwardly. “But...I brought water.” She extends her arm forward with a water bottle in it, and I take it.
“Thanks,” I sniff, giving her a small smile. She’s trying, and I need to take all the allies I can get in this fucked up place.
I take long sips and it does calm me a bit.
“Can I sit?” she asks, nodding at the bed.
I nod.
The bed dips when she sits, and we stay quiet a moment.
“You’re safe here,” she finally says.
I huff. “Were you doing some of the drugs downstairs? ‘Cause that doesn’t sound correct.”
I feel her eyes observing me, but I don’t meet her stare. I’m too tired.
“I understand you must be feeling so low right now, but I mean it. Kai is trying to protect himself right now, but he’s different with you.”
“That sounds cliche,” I huff.
“It’s the truth,” she says, smiling gently. “Kai acts all tough, and he is. You’d be a fool to cross him, but he will protect what’s his at all cost. So even if you’re feeling down right now, just know you’re at least safe.”
I sigh heavily. “Am I safe from Kai, though?” I ask.
She hesitates. “I don’t know,” she answers sadly.
12
Ava
I thought with the way Killian was last night, that I’d finally get a restful night’s sleep. But I don’t want to miss a moment of it. The way he sagged against me when sleep overtook him is something I’ve missed since we were young. The way his fingertips dig into my skin, gripping my hip a little too roughly while he dreams, is comforting. I want to run my fingers through his long hair, but I don’t want to wake him. He’ll be sober, and I already know which version of him I’ll get today.
He’s lying on top of me, his face pressed deeply into the crook of my neck as he breathes so peacefully, I almost don’t believe it.
“Touch me,” he says, and it startles me at first, but I realize he’s still not fully awake because his lips drag along my shoulder and his large frame presses me deeper into the mattress.
Obliging him, I wrap one of my arms around his back and let the fingers of my other hand tunnel through his hair. One of his hands finds my thigh and pulls it up over his hip. His thick cock is heavy against my pussy. I hate that even after everything, this is all it takes for me to be ready for him.
He rolls his hips purposefully, and the groan that leaves his throat soaks my already aching core. His hands find the shirt I’m wearing, and just when I think he’s going to slip it off of me, his body stills, and I can feel the tension coursing through his back.
He’s awake.
I brace myself for what I know is coming next.
He’s hovering over me, his hand around my throat and his eyes searching my face. He’s confused, but clearly ready to fight over something he doesn’t quite remember. His eyes snap over to the cuffs that aren’t around my wrist and then shift much more slowly back over to my face.
“I didn’t run, I should get points for that.” My voice is breathy from the constriction of his fingers digging into my neck. He scowls, squeezing hard one time before releasing me and pushing himself up off the bed.
I watch as he brings his fingers up to his lips and I know he’s remembering our kiss from last night. I can still feel his lips on mine, his breath on my face, and warm skin enveloping me. I know he feels it too, and it’ll make him angry because Killian Peirce hates that I’m the only thing that can still comfort his little black heart.
“Get up,” he growls the words, and when I don’t comply right away, he reaches out and yanks me up off the bed, and shoves me toward the bathroom. He doesn’t even look at me as he turns the shower on and tests the water. He’s acting like he doesn’t want me, but I know he could have easily handcuffed me and come in here to shower alone.
And his cock is still straining against his boxer briefs.
“Why are you so pissy with me? I wasn’t the one who got drunk last night and wanted to cuddle.” I don’t know why I’m pushing him again. It could be because I’m angry at him for acting like last night wasn’t the only time either of us has felt comforted and safe in a long time. Maybe I like when he’s angry because I know I’m the only one who can get under his skin the way I do. Maybe I want him to fuck me until I forget how perfect last night was.
“Shut the fuck up and take your clothes off,” Killian snaps as he sheds his boxers and steps into the shower. The warm water cascades down the long panes of his chest and stomach and my mouth waters. I want to lick his skin. He braces himself with his palms on the wall and I can’t help but watch him. He’s magnificent. He was always attractive, always well built, but now I’m finding it difficult to tear my eyes away from his golden skin.
I toss his shirt and my panties to the fl
oor when he turns and glares at me for taking so long to obey his order. He moves to let me under the water when I step into the shower, and I press my hands on the wall and arch my back toward him. It’s better this way, when he takes me from behind. I don’t have to see the flickers of who he used to be to me on his face while he’s inside me. He has other ideas, though, because he spins me around and shoves me down on my knees in front of him before I can protest.
“I’ll fuck your throat until you learn to stop asking so many questions.” He stays true to his word because I don’t even have a chance to breathe in, and he already has my mouth filled with his hard cock. He holds my throat, his thumb stroking up and down, probably feeling where his length is causing me to struggle to swallow. His eyes don’t leave mine and I’m struggling to breathe, gripping his thighs in a desperate plea for him to let up just a little.
He pulls out long enough to let me get a deep breath and then he’s back inside my mouth, fucking my face so brutally I know my throat is going to be wrecked tomorrow. His hand grips my hair roughly, allowing him to angle my face wherever he wants. Spit dribbles around my mouth and down my chin, and I think he’s almost there, almost ready for me to swallow his cum.
But he stops, pulling out and swiftly yanking me to stand up. He keeps one hand on me because my legs are wobbly. His fingers find my soaked pussy and I want to slap the smirk off of his face when he realizes that, despite his brutality, I’m still wet for him.
I move to turn around and face the wall again. If this is going to happen, it’s at least going to happen on my terms. But instead, he catches me with one large hand and drops to his knees. His full lips zero in on my clit and he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder, giving him better access. When he adds two fingers inside my pussy, I give in, leaning back against the wall and gripping his wet hair in one hand as he licks, sucks and nibbles.
“Come for me,” he demands before flattening his tongue and flicking the hardened nub he knows brings me pleasure. He hooks his fingers and fucks me harder with them as he sucks on my clit. It’s enough to send me over the edge, and if he wasn’t holding me up, I’d melt right into the tile floor as my orgasm rips through me. He keeps his mouth on me and only pulls his fingers out when the ripples of pleasure subside.
Before I realize what’s happening, he’s standing up and hoisting me up to wrap my legs around his hips. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust and it burns in the most delicious way when his cock fills me up. I tilt my chin up with a moan when he dips his head to suck on my nipple as he pumps inside me.
“It shouldn’t feel this good,” I whisper, forgetting that I shouldn’t be telling him what I’m thinking or feeling. I gasp, realizing my mistake, hoping that he won’t stop if he knows I’m enjoying it. But it only seems to spur him on, bucking his hips up into mine harder with each thrust. I feel that familiar bubbling of an orgasm beginning and I’m not sure I’ll survive another one.
“I’m going to come inside that pretty pussy.” I should tell him no, tell him to stop. Even though he won’t, I should at least try, but the thought of him coming apart inside me only makes my pussy clench harder around him.
“Come inside me Killian, please,” I beg him, and it must be what he needs because he slams inside harder, one hand on my throat and the other biting into my thigh. The pressure of his fingertips against my neck spirals me into an orgasm. He slams into me three more times, each thrust harder than the one before. His body shakes and he presses his wet face against my neck, mouth open as he groans my name in pleasure.
This time he’s not punishing me. He’s taking the pleasure only I can give him
Killian hasn’t spoken to me much today, which isn’t unusual, but he’s kept me close to him. I haven’t brought up last night or how intense things got in the shower because I don’t want to set him off. He’s stressed out over what happened the other day with Desiree and I’m certain there are things he’s not telling me. I’m just observing, trying to pick up any information that might be helpful to my situation. Staying here isn’t sustainable, and I need to be ready to leave whenever he’s done toying with me and lets his guard down long enough for me to leave. I’ve been tossed around enough to know that the only person who will 100 percent look out for you, is you. I don’t want to think about what will happen to me when Killian decides he doesn’t want me in his personal space anymore. Will he hand me off to one of the other guys?
The shock of being here in this house is beginning to wear off and I’m starting to feel panicky. This was her domain. The boys’ grandmother cherished this library more than she could have ever loved her grandsons. The guys have had it redone, but a house this old holds onto horrors that fresh paint and fancy furniture can’t mask. They’re apparently using it as an office, and a safe place to keep extra weapons, but it still has the same eerie vibe. I know it’s my imagination, but I can smell the old dusty books she was obsessed with, and her obnoxious floral perfume. I’m sitting on the couch opposite Desiree while the guys look over the note they found for the hundredth time, and I try to shake off the intruding thoughts.
It was in this room that I found out that Mrs. Pierce, my guardian, sold me to that awful man. Her cackling laugh rings in my ears and I can feel her long, sharp nails digging into me as she pushed me toward the grotesque man as he apprised my body. She’d bought me a new dress that day, and I should have known that kind gestures don’t come freely with women like her. It feels like my chest is collapsing and all the air is sucked out of my lungs as I remember the way he rubbed his crotch. I would be dead by now if I hadn’t stomped on her foot, shoved her on the ground, and ran out of the library, through the kitchen, and out the side door. The man was close behind me, but I knew the neighborhood far better than he did, especially in the dark. I don’t realize how loud I’m breathing until Killian is in my face.
“Ava, look at me. Look at me!” When I do, it dawns on me that I’m hyperventilating. I try to control it, but I’m shaking when Desiree reaches out to touch my shoulder. Killian turns and glares at her, warning her not to touch me.
“I-I-I need to get out of this room.” I manage to get the words out and breathe in deep through my nose.
“What happened?” Killian allows me to stand up, but tilts my chin up gently so I have no choice but to look him in the eyes. Surprisingly, it helps. His eyes searching mine doesn’t calm me completely, but I’m able to steady my breathing to a more normal rate.
“I’m fine. Just an asthma attack,” I lie to him, mostly because I don’t want to get into the whole thing in front of Kai and Desiree. I also don’t want to incite Killian over the reason I left him.
“Does this happen often?” Desiree asks, and I can hear the genuine concern in her voice.
“Sometimes.” I don’t lie to her. The panic attacks come less frequently, but they’re rough when they present themselves.
“Go out back and get some fresh air with Desiree.” By the looks on both Killian and Desiree’s faces, I know I’m not the only one surprised by Kai’s suggestion. He’s going to let us go out in the backyard, unattended? We could run away. I mean, we wouldn’t get far, but still.
“No.” Killian shakes his head and Kai glares at him.
“We need to figure this shit out, and I don’t want to admit it any more than you do, but they’re a fucking distraction.” Kai’s eyes roam Desiree for only a second before giving his attention back to his brother. “They won’t disobey.”
Kai’s eyes flash to me. “Isn’t that right, Ava?”
I roll my eyes, the shaky feeling slowly leaving my body. “Aye, Aye, Captain.” He scowls when I salute him and that’s enough satisfaction for me. But before I even take a step, Killian scoops me up by the arm and hauls me back against him.
“Don’t make me chase you,” he says, and he doesn’t need to add anything else. His message is loud and clear.
I’ll find you wherever you go.
Desiree and I are both quiet until we make it
to the kitchen and head for the backyard.
“Are you okay? For real?” she asks as I struggle to figure out the lock on the back door. If I had to pick one thing that the Peirce brothers don’t fuck around with, it’s security.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Just bad memories. I’ll be fine.” I again choose to tell her the truth. I give her my best forced smile and I realize that she can probably see through it, because she wears the same one.
I get the door open and let her out ahead of me. The door isn’t even closed behind us when she lets out a bone piercing scream.
My stomach turns when I see where she’s pointing. In the backyard, beyond all the security systems and privacy fences, there’s a dead man hanging in from a tree.
And he’s wearing Kai’s jersey.
13
Desiree
It feels as if all the air leaves my lungs and my knees shake with fear. There’s a dead body hanging several feet from me. I hear Ava hyperventilating next to me.
I can feel Kai’s warmth against my back. I swivel around to him, furious.
“You need to let me leave!” I scream at him, hitting him in the chest.
Anger flashes in his eyes. “You will never leave.” His tone books no room for argument.
“Do you want that to be one of us next?” I ask Kai, pointing at the dead body. “I don’t like you and you don’t like me, but I don’t want any of you to die. My dad’s a cold-blooded killer and he’s coming for us. I know he’s the one who did this.” My chest is heaving from panic and anger mixing.
“How do you know Anderson didn’t do this?” Kai asks, curling his lip.
“He doesn’t have the balls to,” I yell, flinging my arms out as if that will help him understand. “He’s just a woman beater,” I say, looking away because I know I’ve got tears in my eyes. “He wouldn’t kill someone. This is exactly the type of thing my dad would do,” I say, stepping forward to get in his face.