Pretty Lies (Watch Me Burn Book 1)

by R. E. Bond

  I played with my snakebite piercings with my tongue for a second, biting my lower lip in a teasing way, his eyes zoning in on the movement.

  I was going to hell.

  “I was just wondering how well you ate pussy, actually.”

  He groaned, leaning forward to close his laptop before sitting back comfortably again as his eyes trailed over my body.

  “About as good as I can fuck it. You asking? because baby girl, I’m fucking offering. I’ll give you so many orgasms that you won’t be able to move for a fucking week.”

  I was quiet for a moment in thought, not sure if I’d be able to handle him.

  If he was as full-on as I’d heard, he was probably going to scare the fucking shit out of me.

  I finally reached for the bottom of my shirt, decision made as I pulled it over my head slowly, watching as his eyes roam across my skin with hunger.

  They lingered on the bruises along my ribs from fighting in the cage over the past couple of days, but when he met my eyes, he gave me his panty-dropping grin.

  Everyone knew the bruised and bloody look was his major turn on.

  I didn’t understand it, but I wasn’t about to judge him for it either.

  “Just so I’m clear, you’re letting me touch you, right?”

  The moment I nodded, he pushed me onto my back, grabbing the top of my pants and yanking them down my legs aggressively.

  Maybe it was a bad idea.

  He unlatched my bra before kissing me hard, his tongue bar clicking against mine as his tongue assaulted my mouth.

  I didn’t get any warning before he pushed a finger inside me, my back arching as I let out a breathy moan.

  He was rough, but I wanted rough.

  No, I fucking needed it.

  I wanted him to make me only think about what he was doing to me, and nothing else.

  I wanted it to hurt, despite any panic that would surface.

  I needed to face my demons head-on, and Skeeter Maddox was basically the devil himself.

  He kissed between my breasts, moving down my stomach and mound until his lips wrapped around my clit.

  He added another finger and curled them inside me, an intense need to climax instantly racing through me.

  Holy fucking shit.

  My fingers ran through his shaggy reddish-brown hair, tightening my grip the closer to release I became until he had me cursing his name louder than I would have liked.

  He sat back and grinned cockily as I recovered, yanking his shirt over his head and nearly causing me to drool.

  He was just as fit under his shirt as I’d expected him to be, but he had a lot more ink than any of the other guy’s I’d ever checked out.

  It was hot as fuck.

  He had both nipples pierced too, but my surprised eyes flashed up to his amused ones as he stripped out of his pants and the piercing in the tip of his hard dick pointed right up at me.

  I hadn’t seen one of those before.

  “Never seen a pierced dick?” he guessed correctly, moving closer as I reached out to touch it with fascination.

  He gritted his teeth as I stroked his length, watching the ball move with surprise.

  “No, I haven’t. It doesn’t hurt?”

  “Guess I can figure out which of Holloway’s boys you didn’t jump on then. Nah, it doesn’t hurt. You’ll like it, trust me,” he waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

  I met his gaze again, ignoring his comment about the others and frowned.

  “I’ll be able to feel it?”

  “It’s great at finding your g-spot,” he winked, moving over me and nibbling down my neck.

  We were actually going to do it, and I was trying hard not to fucking panic.

  I closed my eyes, letting out a surprised gasp as he pushed inside me suddenly, the metal ball instantly rubbing me in the right place, earning an amused chuckle from him as he thrust firmly in and out of me.

  “Told you. Give me your leg.”

  He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder and thrust deeper, moving faster so that it was on the fine line between pain and pleasure.

  He made sure to get me off twice before slipping out of me and sitting on his ass, patting his lap with a smirk.

  “Hop on. I don’t like my girls lazy, so show me what you’ve got.”

  Nerves kicked in but the cocaine was keeping me calm enough to give it a go, and once I sank over him, his hands grabbed my butt cheeks firmly and pulled me forward, a groan leaving him.

  “Jesus, your pussy’s so fucking good.”

  I finally figured out a good rhythm, and all we could hear in the house was flesh slapping together and heavy breathing, accompanied by Skeeter’s mumbled curses the closer to relief that I got him.

  He wrapped my hair around his fist and yanked me closer with a growl.

  “Tell me right now if you’re on the fucking pill?”

  Most people asked that before sticking their dick in someone.

  “Yeah, I am,” I panted, startled when he lifted me off him with no effort and bent me over the side of the couch, kicking my legs apart before shoving himself into me deep enough to force a scream of discomfort from me.

  It fucking hurt, but pleasure started overriding the pain as he kept going.

  His chest pressed against my back as he thrust hard into me, my hair wrapped in his fist again as he fucked me harder and harder until I came loudly, his teeth suddenly sinking into my shoulder as he grunted and buried deep.

  My shoulder burned as he seemed to keep sinking his teeth even deeper into my skin until he suddenly let go, an amused smirk on his face as he licked blood off his lip.

  “Sorry about that, hot stuff,” then he licked across my shoulder just as I felt a drop start to run down my skin.

  I glanced at my shoulder as best as I could, my eyes going wide at the ripped skin and droplets of blood that slowly seeped from underneath.

  I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to be feeling, but surely it wasn’t supposed to be arousal.

  When I remained quiet, he ran his tongue across my bleeding skin again, earning a confused expression from me.

  He grinned like the crazy fucker he was.

  “C’mon, baby girl. You fuck a Bloody Psycho, you’re gonna fucking bleed. Trust me. If there’s a next time, and there will be, I like knives. Just a heads up.”

  What the fuck?

  “Knives?” I asked curiously as he moved off me, lifting me and carrying me towards the bathroom, despite my protesting.

  My legs were weak, but I didn’t need to be carried around.

  I didn’t want to rely on anyone for comfort ever again.

  He turned the water on in the shower before answering with a smile.

  “Yeah. I like inflicting pain when I’m fucking. I don’t just go stabbing holes in people, but little cuts and marks here and there turn me on. C’mon, jump in.”

  I did as I was told, not surprised in the slightest when he shoved me against the wall roughly and wrapped his hand around my throat as he slid inside me again.

  I wanted to panic.

  I should have panicked.

  But it scared me to admit to myself that everything he’d said had made me horny.

  How fucked up was that?

  Skeeter

  Holloway’s boys fucked up big time.

  I’d never seen such a timid fucking bitch suddenly turn so bloodthirsty in the cage like she had, but Rory was a deadly weapon.

  She let emotion control her, but she had potential.

  I’d had to fuck so much pussy at the shed throughout the week to stop myself from jumping her in my fucking kitchen, because she literally walked around in those little booty shorts and a tank top all the fucking time.

  I wasn’t going to say no when she’d offered herself to me on a silver fucking platter.

  I didn’t give a fuck about the others finding out, and I honestly hoped they did.

  I hoped they saw the bite mark on her shoulder and realized where she�
��d fucking been all this time.

  Everyone knew I loved different pussy each day of the week, but I had every intention of diving into hers again the moment her broken blue eyes begged me to.

  I knew it was an asshole move to just jam into her like I had, but she was either going to tell me to stop, or fucking love it.

  Turns out, the timid bitch actually loved it.

  Good girls love a little bit of danger in their lives, so I was only doing my community service by having my way with her and giving her that experience.

  I mean sure, if she’d freaked out on me and wanted me to stop, I would have.

  I’m a monster, but I wasn’t that much of a monster.

  Then again, I made a habit of fucking girls on the fine line between pleasure and abuse.

  As long as both people got off, it was fine. Right?

  She’d passed out in my spare bed that she’d claimed for herself, and I shamelessly watched her like a creep.

  I didn’t date, ever, but Aurora Donovan was something else, and she was fucking mine.

  It was like her demons were screaming out to join mine, wanting to drown together instead of alone.

  I just hoped hers knew how to fucking swim.

  Caden

  “Stop fucking moping,” I snapped, Jensen’s eyes narrowing on me with anger.

  He’d been a little bitch since Rory had taken off, and it grated on my fucking nerves.

  “I never should have agreed to go through with that shit. Tell me it was a good idea, huh?” he snapped back, making me roll my eyes.

  I expected the whinging bullshit from Lukas, but not Jensen.

  He never gave a fucking shit about anyone.

  “You knew what was going down from the start, and you were bouncing in your fucking seat when I first decided on it, so don’t act all angelic with me now, asshole.”

  “At the start, she was just some annoying bitch that had moved into your house. She grew on me, and…”

  “And it helps that she was fucking falling in love with you, doesn’t it?” I snorted as he flipped me off.

  He was supposed to be the tormenting bastard out of all of us, but she’d fucked with his head somehow.

  He was literally cut up because he made her fucking cry.

  We hadn’t seen her for nearly a week, and I hated that it bothered me.

  I’ll admit that I gave a shit, but no one else needed to fucking know that.

  Mom and Max had been at me like a fucking dog with a bone and it was driving me insane.

  They couldn’t have been too worried, considering I’d told Max to fuck off and just call the cops, but he didn’t seem to want them to find her.

  I let her get too close, so I had to push her back out of my life, but was it what I really wanted?

  I thought maybe she’d loved me, but she loved Jensen instead.

  I’d bet she was a sobbing fucking mess somewhere, and that made me feel a little better.

  I had to fucking hate her.

  I had to, because if I stopped? I knew I’d fall back in love with her, and I didn’t love anyone.

  This was why she’d had to go.

  She was going to rip us all apart otherwise, but then again, it appeared she was managing to, regardless of how far I pushed her away.

  Jensen glanced over at Lukas, appearing bothered.

  “Luke, I…”

  “Don’t fucking talk to me about it, Jensen. I promised her I wouldn’t hurt her again, and I fucking did. You guys should have fucking told me you were planning on being that fucking cruel, because I would have stayed right fucking out of it,” Lukas spat out, dodging Jensen’s hand as he went to pat his knee for support.

  Tyler groaned, running a hand over his face before plonking down on the couch beside me.

  “I dunno, Holloway. I thought it was a fun idea at first, but what if she’s gone and done something stupid because of us? No one’s seen or heard from her. Do you know how fucking filthy I felt letting Claire climb all over me like that?”

  I rolled my eyes at his dramatics, despite worrying that maybe he was right about Rory.

  “You didn’t feel filthy that time when you actually fucked Claire. C’mon, you stick your dick in heaps of shit, so Claire’s a walk in the park. I don’t get why you’re all feeling so fucking bad, honestly. Everyone agreed on it being a good idea.”

  “Yeah, until we’d actually gotten to fucking know her. Why’d you go and throw that shit about your dad in her face? That wasn’t part of the fucking plan,” Tyler muttered, my chest becoming tight at the memory of her face when I’d told her about my dad.

  The moment Lukas had shown me the picture in the back of her diary, I’d wanted to throw up.

  I knew Dad was a piece of shit, but he raped a thirteen-year-old girl?

  As payment?

  Jensen glared at me, shaking his head before standing.

  “I should have just told her the truth, and I shouldn’t have taken part in this shit. You wanted her gone because she was getting between us, but in reality, she was fixing us. That’s what you didn’t fucking like about it. She got under your fucking skin, and we all know Caden Holloway’s too fucking tough for all that shit. I see why you did it, but running from her like a little bitch isn’t going to make it go away. You’d better hope nothing bad has happened to her.”

  “Or what?” I snorted, earning a dangerous look from him.

  “Or, I’ll fucking kick the shit out of you and leave you a bloody mess on your perfectly polished floor.”

  It was fake, but I laughed and tried to keep my expression in check.

  “You’re seriously going to get in a fist fight with me, over some bitch from the wrong side of town? Do you fucking love her? You honestly think someone like that would stick around for someone like you? We’re only wanted because of our money and fancy shit, Jense. No girl’s going to genuinely want us, just for being us. That’s not how this shit works.”

  His face scrunched up for a moment before he shook his head at me, his voice surprisingly calm.

  “If you really believe that she was only kicking it with us for our money, you’re fucking delusional. She had no one, and she was more than happy to stay the fuck away from us. We pushed at her to make her like us, so you can’t run off scared now that she does. Also, why wouldn’t she wanna be with me? Fuck you, Caden.”

  I wasn’t surprised when Lukas sneered at me and left with him, but I was surprised when Tyler stood, heading towards the door, talking over his shoulder as he went.

  “It still doesn’t feel right, Holloway. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”

  “Wait, you’re mad at me too? I did it for us, Ty. She was ripping us apart,” I growled, but he smirked, not looking amused in the slightest.

  “No, man. You ripped us apart, and you did it for yourself. I’ll meet you in the parking lot before class,” then he headed off without another word.

  The house was suddenly silent, and I hated that my thoughts wandered back to the quiet nights I’d spent at home with Rory to keep me company.

  Without the guys, I literally had nothing.

  If I didn’t hit the gym, I was going to lose my fucking shit.

  I needed to get all the angry shit out of my system so I could fix all the bullshit with the guys.

  I caught myself wondering what Rory was doing.

  Ah fuck, she really was under my skin.

  Rory

  Going back to school sucked.

  I had drinks tipped over me, my locker flooded, and then they became even pettier and decided to take my clothes from the showers after gym class.

  I rolled my eyes, slipping on the bra and panties I’d stashed in case that had happened, then I snatched my bag from its hook and walked out of the bathroom.

  Skeeter had hardened my heart a little, and I was proud by how strong I felt as I headed into the hallway, ignoring the crowd of students that hung around behind Claire to watch the amusement.

  Claire and one
of her posse members, Mandy, looked pissed that I wasn’t completely naked, and I had a hard time holding back a grin of victory.

  I knew when people started noticing the marks on my body, because the whispering started.

  I’d been sleeping with Skeeter for a full week, so between getting bruised in bed and marked from his teeth and knives, I’d also been fighting and was covered in bruises.

  Skeeter thought my black eye was hot, which had made me scoff at him.

  I looked fucking terrible.

  I went to keep walking, but I jerked to the side when a hand snaked towards me, my eyes darting up to meet Jensen’s worried blue ones.

  Caden, Tyler and Lukas were with him, and they looked just as horrified by the marks on me, but they covered it up better than Jensen.

  Only I could tell they were bothered by it.

  Caden’s eyes raked up my entire body before his hard green eyes met mine.

  I wasn’t going to give him anything.

  “The fuck happened to you, and where the fuck have you been? Mom’s worried sick.”

  I snorted, not at all surprised that Dad fucking wasn’t.

  He’d just be angry that I was making him look bad in front of his new rich friends and girlfriend.

  “Tell her I’m fine.”

  “Well, you’re obviously not so…”

  “Oh, you think I didn’t like it? That’s cute,” I smirked, noticing his eyes narrow in thought, but I raised an eyebrow and cocked my head, speaking in a condescending tone. “Anyways, good to see you guys. Bet you’ve been fucking fantastic. Enjoy your afternoon,” then I spun around and walked away without a backwards glance, knowing everyone was probably looking at the bite marks across my shoulders and back.

  I hoped Caden noticed my bruised ass cheeks, because then he’d know exactly what I’d been up to.

  I climbed into the white Chevrolet Corvette ZR1 that Skeeter had bought for me, and ignored everyone that had followed me outside.

  It wasn’t every day they saw a half-naked broke chick just climb into a 130k performance car.

  It had over 5k of audio added in, which I was fucking in love with.

  I revved the engine and lit a cigarette, giving the boys a little wave as I spotted them leaning against the fence with their arms crossed, confusion on their faces.