Cruel Intentions: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Kings of Hawk Academy Book 2)

by Sarwah Creed

  I stroked her as if she was a delicate flower as she came back to bed. I didn’t want to ruin the beauty that I saw in front of me. I should have gone for my wallet and gotten a condom, but I wanted to feel her skin against mine—every part of it. The nights I had longed for her were finally a reality, and I wanted to savor every moment.

  I started kissing her from her neck, down to her feet. Every inch of her was devoured by me. I needed her to be a part of my life because I felt empty, and the way that she was talking earlier, I had the impression that she felt the same way too. I didn’t get it. She had an aunt and an uncle, yet she had hardly mentioned them until today. I didn’t want to talk anymore; it was so fucking depressing thinking about all the craziness that was not only in her head but mine too.

  “Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” Vicki whispered as I got to her pussy. It was wet and moist from my touch. I stroked the inside of her legs as she started to whimper and make small movements to encourage me to explore further. She wanted me to make love to her, to take away all the pain that was burning inside of her, and I wanted that power. The one that she was happy to give me.

  “Trent. More, more!”

  My tongue lavished her folds, making sure not to miss a single inch of her. My cock was so fucking hard, wanting to exchange places with my tongue.

  Right now, it was all about letting Vicki know that she was the one for me.

  I was letting her know that I would do anything for her. As I bit down slowly on her clit, she whimpered. I held on to her legs which had started to move in time with her hips. Every delicate touch had to be precise. I wanted to hear her moan and call out my name as if there was no tomorrow.

  Her legs started to jilt up and down, and I knew I had sent her over the edge when she started to groan loudly. I pushed my face away, even if my cock told me that I had held off long enough. I was dying to put my cock where my tongue had just been, and there was no holding me back. I knew the best way to get Vicki off was to be inside of her, and that’s what she’d get, and if it pleasured us both in the process, it was all good. She’d get a second orgasm and we’d both be happy.

  I moved up her body until my eyes met her face. The tears of sadness were now completely gone, and there was only joy on her face.

  I had reached my goal, and as she kissed me delicately, she smiled, “I hope you enjoyed that just as much as I did.”

  She had no fucking clue. Just hearing her groan like that drove me insane. I didn’t care who heard us. It didn’t matter, because all I wanted to do was forget today and tomorrow would be a different story. I just didn’t care when I had her naked beneath me.

  “Vicki, it’s as if you taste better every time,” I sighed as I stroked her face. She didn’t say a word and I knew that I’d taken away her pain for a little while. She smiled at my words. I grabbed the back of her head and fucked her mouth with my tongue as she guided my dick inside of her. She jerked at first, but then she sighed as I slid into her My cock wanted one thing - Vicki!

  I was on top and slowly moving up and down, not letting my tongue slow down as I devoured her. I didn’t want to let her go. Her legs wrapped around me as she held on to my hips.

  My cock surged in and out of her depths, and I knew I had to somehow go in deeper. The moment I had wanted was in front of me, right now.

  I wanted to let her know that I was there for her as I held on to her tightly and surrounded her with kisses and made sure she knew that she was mine.

  “Am I hurting you?” I asked as I heard her whimpering underneath me. I thought she was enjoying it, but right then, I started to question it.

  “No,” she said as she reached out for my hand. She held on to it so tightly, “Just don’t stop.”

  Her soft skin was rubbing against mine. Her pebbled nipples were calling out my name as I ducked my head to suck them.

  She groaned, “Hmm.”

  I rubbed my hand up and down her firm breasts as I swirled my tongue against her hard nipples, tracing over them as if this was the first time and I was only just discovering them. Her skin next to mine was now familiar, but each time it was like it was the first time all over again.

  My cock was hurting, throbbing, and I knew I had to get into her again, deep into her pussy. I just didn’t want to hurt her with my weight on top of her, but she held on to my head and said, “Make love to me.”

  That was what I wanted to do from the start; anger and fear had made me hesitate for a short while.

  I was holding her in my arms, and rocking on top of her. Our skin rubbed against each other as we moaned into each other’s mouth. Our passion and eagerness for each other couldn’t be held back any longer as she held onto my back. I held her head in my hand, and our tongues were darting in and out of each other’s mouths.

  I started to increase my rhythm as the emotions started to take over me. I couldn’t hold back any longer and I tried not to be so rough.

  “I’m coming,” I murmured into her mouth as I realized that Vicki was really mine. I felt a rush of sperm shoot from my dick, and she smiled with some kind of feminine satisfaction. “We did that together.”

  I nodded, as all of a sudden, I became lost for words, “We did.”

  Then I rolled to the side and held her in my arms. “From now on, I’ll protect you, Vicki. I’ll even help you find your stepdad. Do you understand?”

  She stared up into my eyes and I nodded before she even asked her question., “You would do that for me?”

  She lifted her head and kissed me gently, not waiting for another reply. Then, she wrapped the cover over us and whispered, “Thank you, no one wants to help me. My friends have forgotten me already, even though I only left a few weeks ago. Now, when I call them, they don’t even have the time to talk to me. As for my aunt and uncle, they act as if I don’t even exist. I have no one Trent. No one at all but you.”

  She had been through so much shit.

  “Let’s focus on the future. Together.”

  She never said a word, but I knew that she understood what I meant. Tiredness took over both of us. Before I knew it, I could hear her steady breathing on my chest. I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep with her in my arms.

  ***

  Vicki and I had fallen asleep. I wasn’t sure if it was a few minutes or even hours. I could hear the sound of my phone ringing. That was when I got off the bed and rushed for it in the living room. I knew who was calling. It could only be James.

  “Hey man, you okay?”

  I was out of breath, and he heard it in my voice. “Well, I can hear you’re busy, and there was me worried and shit.”

  I laughed. “No, it’s not what you’re thinking. I rushed to get my phone.”

  “Right. I know exactly what you’re doing. I just couldn’t fucking sleep. I felt as if part of me was missing, has been missing, and I wondered, I know it sounds fucking crazy, but I wondered if you were feeling the same thing?”

  “Fuck, man. You’re my brother, and not only my brother but my twin. I just don’t want to fucking fight J. We’ve never fought. Not like this. We’ve had some scraps when we were younger, we were always fighting over shit. But we’d never gone down like this. Never.”

  I sat down on the couch and leaned back, shaking my head, thinking about the way things had gone between us in a short space of time and I was so fucking confused because I was making promises to Vicki too.

  “We’ve been through so much shit, and we carry on as if nothing matters.”

  I could hear the remorse in his voice as I wiped my forehead. I was sweating a bit, and I had been so caught up in Vicki’s life that I’d forgotten I had one of my own.

  “When are you coming back? I hate having this conversation on the phone.”

  He sighed, “When I finish in Maine.”

  “What? James, what the fuck are you doing there?” I asked, so fucking agitated that I felt like booking a flight just to knock some sense into him.

  “Unfinished business. I went
to see him.”

  “Him, who?”

  Again, I knew the answer to the question. My heart was racing out of control and I was sweating like crazy. Had James completely lost his mind? The idea of him being in Maine, there with him, made me feel physically sick.

  “Anyway, Trent. He said hi and asked when you would visit him too.”

  I choked, “You got to be fucking kidding me, James. The only time I would go anywhere near him would be to dance on his grave. And he said hi…seriously James, are you trying to send me to an early grave?”

  “I knew you would say that, but he’s our dad, Trent. No matter what. He’s our dad.”

  “You tell yourself that, James, if it makes you feel better, but that piece of shit can rot in prison waiting for me to visit him. As fucking if.” I wanted to say more, but I wanted him here with me again, not in Maine with a man that tried to murder us.

  “Come home. Let’s talk and clear the air. I don’t like the way things are going down between us, but if that means that you want to talk about him then you better just stay in Maine. I don’t want to hear his name again. That man deserves to be fucking locked up and not a fucking family reunion.”

  “People can make mistakes, you know? No one’s perfect. Not even us.”

  Don’t I know it. But I didn’t fucking care. I was going to say something else to him, but he’d already hung up. He made me so fucking mad that all I wanted to do was go for a jog. I had to run this anger off, and I didn’t want to disturb Vicki.

  People make mistakes, indeed. Most people don’t light a match after they’ve poured alcohol all over the floor and set the house their kids and wife live in on fire. Deliberately. That’s not a mistake, not a mistake at all. Fuck him, and fuck James too for going to see him.

  Chapter Thirteen

  She smiled as I came into the kitchen; I could get used to this treatment. I just woke up and here she was cooking breakfast as if she was a happy housewife.

  “Where did you get all the food from? The eggs and stuff?” I pointed to the counter where I saw the empty shells in the carton.

  “The kitchen and pantries downstairs. I asked Marta to put them in here. I hope you don’t mind?”

  I shrugged, “Why should I mind? You want to cook for me. I kind of like it.”

  She laughed, “You’re talking as if no woman has ever cooked for you.”

  “Maids, staff sure they’ve cooked for me. But family or even girlfriends? No never. I’m a virgin to having a meal cooked for me by a woman that cares about me.” I fluttered my eyelashes at her and put on a simpering smile to amuse her.

  She laughed like I’d just performed the funniest comedic act ever; I loved seeing her laugh like that. Unconscious of an audience and free. Her blue eyes shone when she laughed like that, and it made me feel at peace.

  “Well, I thought that we could sit and talk too.”

  Her eyes flashed at me, but I got up and started to set the small table. I paused, seeing the two stools and remembering the times that both James and I sat here, and I watched as he’d fried a couple of eggs, once or twice.

  “You okay?” She asked as she put the pancakes on the table in front of the stools. I nodded, not feeling like talking about James, not now. Not when I missed him so fucking much.

  “Sure. I’m fine. Right. You ready for me to taste your cooking?”

  I didn’t want to share what was on my mind, especially about the disturbing call that I had from James last night. So, I made out that I was happy and playful. It worked as she said, “No one’s ever complained before.”

  I raised my eyebrow and teased, “Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

  She didn’t even respond as she went to the fridge and pulled out some juice. Then I smiled at the idea of her wanting to play wife in the suite, as if she needed to belong and cooking for me would ensure that. I didn’t even know if I belonged here at the moment, let alone her.

  I sat down and she watched me eagerly as I took a bite out of my first made-by-Vicki pancake, which had a little bit of syrup on it. I didn’t want to drown it so I could taste the flavor of the pancake. It was good, so fucking good that the expression was written all over my face.

  She smiled as she said, “Good?”

  I nodded as I eagerly replaced each mouthful every time I swallowed a bite. She laughed as she said, “As I said, I’ve never had any complaints!”

  Then she slowly started to eat with a big fucking grin on her face. As if she was pleased about the way that I was eating and probably because of the sounds that were coming out of my mouth.

  “Yeah, you’re a mean cook. I mean we’ve had a lot of cooks in our household and even at the Academy, and none of them have made a pancake this good. Not like this. This leaves me wanting more.”

  She bowed her head, “I think somewhere in there was a compliment. So, thanks, Trent. I appreciate it.”

  I corrected myself, “These are fantastic, Vicki. Where did you learn to cook like this?”

  “My grandma,” she proudly said. “She taught me everything I know about the kitchen. You see, during the school holidays I used to stay with her. We would go shopping, she’d teach me how to cook, and I would tell her everything and anything at high school.”

  She laughed, “You see, Grandma, she loved to be young. She had so much energy in her that she always loved knowing what the new dances, vibes, sounds, etc. were.”

  “It sounds as if you had so much fun. What about your granddad?”

  “Well, he died quite a few years ago. I don’t remember him. Not the way that I used to do. He died of prostate cancer, seems to run on his side of the family, and then when he died, nobody from his side of the family wanted to keep in contact with us. They even stopped talking to Grandma.”

  I could relate so well to what she was saying.

  “Well, my grandparents died when we were young in a car crash, and then after my dad’s family stopped speaking to us.”

  “How come?”

  I shot up in my seat a little and wondered if I should tell her the truth. The fact that my dad’s family stopped speaking to us the moment they found out that my dad tried to kill us, and we survived, and I testified against him was kind of heavy. Families true colors shine in shitty situations. I’d often wondered if my grandparents would be happy if we died; that way, they would have all our money. Then again, I wasn’t 100% on the laws governing any kind of inheritance. Our parents were divorced, but with no will in place, I wasn’t sure if they could find a way to claim her money. Some money would go to our father, wouldn’t it? Maybe not, but I had no idea how it all worked. They’d been divorced, so maybe not. It was something to find out,when I talked to James. Then again, it didn’t matter. I didn’t plan on dying any time soon.

  Maybe James was right; money made everything better. Because they were happy to be part of the family when their son had plenty of money because his wife was loaded and the moment he lost it all they turned their backs on us.

  I was about to say something when her phone rang; I was saved from having to answer the question.

  “Trent. Sorry, I need to answer this. It’s my aunt...”

  I motioned for her to pick up the phone, and she did without hesitation, and I started to clear up until I noticed that she hardly touched her food. She was too busy admiring me eating and devouring her pancakes. She didn’t get up to take the call but sat in front of me as if she was a zombie as she spoke.

  I felt uncomfortable and decided against having that other pancake but left her in peace to have some privacy even if it was in my suite.

  ***

  The only thing that I did in my room was sleep and fuck and not necessarily in that order. I walked up and down, trying to figure out what else there was to do in this room and, after a few seconds, decided that there was nothing else to do.

  By the time I gave up, Vicki had opened the door.

  “You can come out now,” she smiled, drying away her tear.

/>   “What’s up? Why were you crying?”

  She sighed and then said succinctly, “My aunt and money.”

  “But you don’t have any, so I don’t understand.”

  I realized the bluntness of my observation, but this was the reason that she was here in the Academy, because not only was she homeless, but broke too.

  “Exactly, but she seems to think that Mom had some hidden money, and that’s the reason that I’m here. She doesn’t believe that Stuart took it all. If he hadn’t, then I wouldn’t be here.”

  “So, your aunt calls to find out if you have found out something about some hidden money. Why don’t you put her out of her misery and just tell her the truth?”

  She shook her head as she slumped on the bed, “I know. Hawk told me that I was his daughter, but I have so many questions, He’s the only one that can answer them. My aunt and her money issues are not my problem. She made out that she needed the money to support me. But even that was a lie. She’s not supporting me at all, she was more than happy to dump me here, and she just left me. Support me, as if.”

  She scoffed and shook her head.

  “Fucking greed. Makes people do some stupid things.”

  She laughed, “What do you know about it? Until I came here, I didn’t know anyone with real money, not like kids here. Some of them have real money, walking around with Gucci purses, which cost thousands of dollars.”

  She saw the curious look on my face as I wondered how she knew the price of the purse.

  “I heard Claire talking about the new Gucci and how she needed 5k to get it. That’s how I found out how much they cost. Anyway, my aunt’s not paying anything for me. and sure, Mom lost her money, but what about me? I mean, I’m here, but if I don’t get the scholarship for college, then what?”

  “Really? You think after all these years of Hawk abandoning you, he’ll turn his back on you now? You don’t need a scholarship, the man will pay and put you through college.”