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

by Sarwah Creed

  “Fuck!” she sighed out as I slid deep inside of her with one strong thrust. She’d relaxed, and I’d taken my chance. The only problem was the more noise she made the more I just wanted to fuck her recklessly. She made it feel so easy. Bringing her to the climax. Feeling her shaking and then pumping inside her even harder.

  The bed was shaking. Fuck, I thought it was going to break. I wanted to be like James that was growling out of control; I knew that sound so well. He was coming closer to the edge, but he was holding back. He didn’t want it to end.

  I couldn’t hold on any longer as I stood up and filled her pussy, which clamped down around me, us. As I came to the edge, my legs began to shake. That tingle ran down my spine and straight into my cock and I started shooting right into her hungry little pussy. I was worried that she would tell us to stop but she didn’t. I was fucking impressed with the way that she had gone from being a virgin, who had no idea what to do, to a woman that had everything under control.

  “Shit, that whole scene was intense,” I whispered as I pulled out of her body and let my brother have her all to himself.

  I wanted her to be mine. Ours, and now she was.

  As I adjusted my jeans and zipped them up, I listened as James told Vicki that he wanted her to suck him off. I didn’t think that she would have the energy, but her eyes lit up as the words escaped James’s lips.

  In a flash, she was at the edge of the bed, and she was on all fours, with her butt sticking out. Her tits were swaying from left to right as I walked over and stroked her hair. She had no idea what we were going to do to her. We weren’t going to force her, but we wanted every inch of her, over and over again. I loved the way that Vicki moaned and closed her eyes sensually as she started to lick James’s balls. Shit, the room felt hot. I went behind her and started to stroke her tits. Her legs were moving, and her body was jerking as she was getting more into it.

  “Good girl,” James growled as he threw his head back and laced his fingers in her hair. “In and out. Gently.”

  Maybe she was getting too rough. He told her to calm down. I loved the way her tongue wrapped around his cock, and she started to suck. She had stopped licking, and I wondered how it felt.

  What was she thinking as he thrust his cock deeper into her mouth?

  I started to gently finger her pussy and grinned when my thumb found her ass.

  Her big, juicy ass, which was shaking as James fucked her face. I remembered that I had lube in one of my closets. I hated to leave her; even it would only be for a few seconds. I shifted away from her to my closet, and it didn’t take long for me to find what I was looking for. I grabbed the bottle and then hurriedly moved back towards Vicki.

  “Shit, this girl is magical,” James choked out. His head was still back, and it was clear as he thrust his hips, and his rhythm started to change that she was bringing him to the edge.

  I opened the bottle and started to tease her ass with gentle strokes of my fingers. I slid my middle finger deeper when I heard her groan for more. I let my finger pop deeper into her ass, spreading the lube around, until I knew she was ready for me. I could tell that she was getting turned on because her ass moved more towards me. I slid another finger in, until I was thrusting my fingers deeper up her ass, faster and more furiously.

  I then decided as it was clear that James was coming close to the edge that I didn’t want to miss out. I had to replace my cock with my fingers as soon as possible. I was gentle when I first dropped my pants, lubed up my dick, then thrust into her hungry ass, but as she got more into it, as I started to pump her ass a little harder I got a little rougher. I didn’t know if it was the aroma of sex or the grunts of James or even the moans of Vicki, but I was so hard. It felt like my cock had grown another ten inches inlength in the space of a night. Her ass was so tight that as much as I wanted to thrust my cock as far as it could go up her, I knew that it would hurt her, so I tried to resist the urge to do it.

  “Bro just hold on tight. Not long to go,” James spat out. “Not long to go…” He sounded like a hammer drill as he spoke. Vicki exploded around me, around him, and we all came together in an amazing moment that I’d never thought could be real. My room was filled with the sounds of pleasure, and it unbelievably set me off again just as I’d finished one load.

  Vicki slumped to the bed as both James and I left her body, and I slumped down beside her to make soothing noises and check on her. James went and came back in with three bottles of water.

  I smiled over at him in gratitude. As tempted as I was to take Vicki as much as possible, we had to take it easy on her. Our aim wasn’t to break her. For the first time, James and I wanted to own her, even if she was our stepsister.

  Chapter Twenty

  I heard both James and Vicki wake up earlier, but I was too tired to get up and didn’t want to disturb them. But I heard James whisper, “Don’t wake him up otherwise, he’ll be grumpy.”

  Vicki giggled, “I know. He loves to wake-up naturally or he’s like a grumpy old man.”

  I was the proverbial fly on the wall, the one that would watch a conversation and see how two people interact without them being present. That was me right now. I wanted us to be like this not just for the night but for always. I needed James to be a part of our world.

  They didn’t close the door as they left, James managed to put on his boxers and Vicki put on my T-shirt that she wore whenever she was here.

  “Do you want something to eat?” Vicki asked James, and I knew what he would say right away. He was even less of a morning person than me and often didn’t feel like eating, that was another difference between us two. He was leaner than I was, because of his lack of appetite.

  “No. I just want some juice and coffee. You?”

  “I’ll make some pancakes,” I could tell that she was disappointed by the tone in her voice. She wanted to connect with him, and so far apart from being in the bedroom, she wasn’t doing a good job of it. I would show her in that, in time, James would come around. I sat up in bed and watched them through the crack of the door. James was making his coffee and getting his juice and laying it out for Vicki as an option for her to have some too.

  This was so fucking weird and as tempted as I was to break the awkwardness that was happening in the kitchen I knew that the moment I went in there, that they would need me to be that piece to glue them together. I wanted it to be more natural. I grabbed my boxer from my closet, and I silently moved around in my room as they cluttered around the kitchen like strangers.

  I could smell Vicki’s pancakes, and I couldn’t withstand the temptation to go into the kitchen. I wanted a bite, fuck a whole pancake or three like I did the other day.

  “You know what Vicki, if you have enough pancakes, then I wouldn’t mind some. They smell so good that I don’t think that I can resist trying one,” James said, finally breaking the silence.

  “Really? Trent loves them, so I made around six for him. I’m sure that he wouldn’t mind sharing. It’s the weekend I’ve got nothing better to do. I could do more; it doesn’t take long.”

  James didn’t say anything, and I heard Vicki walking around. I could tell she was making him a plate and sharing the pancakes that I was desperately craving right now. It was taking every piece of strength that I had to stop me from going into the kitchen and getting me some.

  “Well, I’ve got loads of studying to do. But then again, I’ve been out for a few days.”

  “James, where did you go?”

  There was silence again, and I knew they were probably eating, I couldn’t see them from where I was standing, I had my feet firmly on the ground ready to tackle the pancakes which were hot and probably turning to lukewarm by now. But there was something bigger happening in the kitchen than my pancakes, and I had to exercise patience, even if it was killing me.

  “This is so good, Vicki. Now, I get why Trent loves them so much. Hmm. Damn, girl, you can cook!”

  She laughed, “Thanks for the compliment, and hopeful
ly later, I’ll make a lot more than pancakes if we’re all still together.”

  That was my cue to walk in and save this conversation and to stop James throwing her out. I didn’t want him running to the arms of Claire. No fucking way, Vicki was perfect for us. She shared the same darkness that we did, and she knew what it meant to be loyal. Claire had never been unfaithful, but there was something about her that I didn’t trust.

  Part of me wondered if the man going into Vicki’s room had something to do with Claire. I remembered how she came to me while I was at my lockers and how she was talking to me. As if something was up, I knew that look too well. I was distracted then, but now I felt as if there was double meaning in her attempt to talk to me at the lockers. I still hadn’t spoken to James about her slapping Vicki, but for some reason she’d decided to lay off Vicki lately. It must be because James was around now, and she didn’t want to upset him.

  I marched into the kitchen with all the confidence in the world, sure I was only wearing boxers, and my stomach was making all sorts of crazy noise, because I was fucking starving but I wanted to eat those pancakes that I’d been dreaming about ever since I overheard that she was making them.

  I blurted, “See you satisfy not only me but my brother too.”

  They laughed, and Vicki automatically took her place back in the kitchen. Ready to make more pancakes, I noticed that the six she said that she made for me were gone. It seems that James had a morning appetite, just like me, after all. One minute I thought that he wasn’t interested in Vicki, and now he had proved me completely and utterly wrong.

  ***

  As we sat and looked at each other after eating, I knew the question that was playing on everyone’s mind.

  What next?

  I broke the silence as I said, “James, I told Vicki about our dad, and Vicki shares the same problem.”

  James asked, “With Hawk?”

  Vicki answered, “No. Not Hawk. I didn’t even know that he was my dad until a few weeks ago, and he didn’t know that he was my dad either until a couple of years ago when mom got in contact with him. He didn’t even know that he had a daughter before then.”

  What? This was news to me.

  “But how do you know. I mean did he tell you this?” I asked before I remembered she’d had dinner with him.

  She nodded, “Yeah, he told me that out of the blue, my Mom called him two years ago. That was around the time, well, just before she met Stuart, and that’s when she told him about me. She told him that if he wanted to be in contact with me, that he could call me. He asked what she’d told me about him. If she told me the truth.”

  She stopped and took a deep breath.

  “Truth about what?”

  “The fact that his dad, Carlton, paid my mom off, he told her that she wasn’t good enough to be part of the family and that she would never fit in, so she took the money, because she was crazy about my dad and he never knew that she was pregnant at the time. She was young and insecure about being part of the Hawk family because Carlton had made it clear that one day my dad could marry a woman who was worthy of being part of the Hawk family. Carlton didn’t want her to be part of the family, and his wife didn’t either. It all kind of makes sense now.”

  “Stephanie? Bullshit, she was never like that!” I hated the fact that Stephanie’s reputation was being questioned right now. She would never get in the way of Hawk’s relationships. Not the woman that I knew, the one I saw swinging from her chandelier when she took her own life.

  “What does?” James asked as he ignored my outburst and cupped his coffee. All of this sounded as if it was part of a soap. But the more I heard about Vicki and Hawk’s relationship, the more I wanted to hear.

  “Well, I always wondered how come Mom had a house, nice car, and we could go on vacation every year on her salary. Our house wasn’t lavish, but it didn’t even have a home loan on it until Stuart came into the picture. She told me that it was from her inheritance from grandpa, but then my aunt told me that 50% of the money was hers, anyway, it doesn’t matter. Now, I figure that Mom has lied to me about so many things, not just about how she had so much money, but about my dad too.”

  “Stuart?” James asked, which annoyed me because it was the only part that he’d picked up on, the idea that there was someone else in the picture.

  “Yeah, her stepdad. The one that killed her mom and then took all her money, leaving Vicki penniless. Sound familiar?”

  He didn’t respond, so I shone a light on what I was saying to him.

  “You know the man that reminds me of the monster that we call Dad. The one who tried to burn us alive so that he could have our trust fund?”

  James sighed, “I don’t need you to remind me who he is…Thanks, Trent.”

  I wanted him to forget this idea that he had about us all being a happy family. It seemed to be on his mind, and so far, he’d said nothing about changing his mind about the subject. I lied when I told him that I was thinking about it, I wasn’t.

  Vicki cleared the air by saying, “Anyway, this is how I ended up here. He said that I could come here whenever I wanted, and he would offer me an education. He didn’t know what else to do. He didn’t understand why after all these years, Mom decided to come to him and tell him about me when she’d stayed away for so long. He never understood why one minute she was in his life and the next she left with no explanation. He didn’t date for a long time, hoping that Mom would come back. He decided to finally move on and then he met your mom.”

  I answered the question for her, “Your mom got in touch after Carlton was dead. She waited until he died, not sure how she heard, but that must be why it was a couple of years ago when she got in touch with Hawk.”

  Vicki said, “That’s an excuse; she could have told me the truth or even him too. There was no need for her to take all that money or even stay away. One minute telling me that my dad was dead and another making up stories…”

  I interrupted her while putting my hand on her shoulder, “It doesn’t mean that you should hate her for it. We’ll never really know why she did what she did, but at least you found something out from him. I would love to have seen him telling you. He must have struggled to get the words out. Someone who’s always so confident.”

  She agreed, “It was weird listening to him talk about it, and I noticed that whenever he’s nervous, he adjusts his collar. But I had a thousand more questions that I needed answering, and he couldn’t do them. He didn’t know. The lawyer got in touch with him after Mom’s death, and he never really got the answers that he wanted either. Besides, he said that he had troubles at home. I wanted to know what he was talking about, but then I felt nosey doing it.”

  James and I shot a glance at each other. We wanted to be open with Vicki, but everything had to happen one step at a time.

  “What happened to Carlton’s wife?”

  James blurted, “She killed himself. Ironically Carlton couldn’t keep his cock in his pants, and he slept with everyone apart from her. She couldn’t take it anymore.”

  Vicki asked, “So, why didn’t she just leave him? She didn’t have to stay with him.”

  James answered, “I know that he was your grandad but from the things you’ve heard so far, do you really think that it was that easy? If he was a reasonable man then your mom wouldn’t have stayed away, and Hawk wouldn’t be so fucked up? His dad was a piece of work. A big fucking piece of work.”

  Vicki said, “I guess I missed the best parts.”

  I chuckled, “Believe me, you think that Stuart’s a piece of work. Carlton’s the one that fucked both James and me up. If you ever wanted to know a sadist, narcissist and every single sick thing that ends with ist, then Carlton was your man.”

  James stood up and patted me on the back, “We were both fucked up before we moved into this house. Being here just took us over the edge.”

  Vicki purred as she kissed us both on the cheek, “You’re not that bad. Don’t sell yourselves short.”
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br />   James stared at me, and I knew at this precise moment, he was feeling the same thing that I was feeling, and it made me so fucking happy about the idea of the three of us being together. I had my doubts that it was going to work. I thought that it would be something that only I could dream of having one day in my life.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Later on in the day, Vicki went to her room. James was right about one thing. We had to study; it wasn’t an option. We had to get out of this Academy and head to uni. One thing we all agreed on, was repeating the year or even not graduating wasn’t an option.

  “It’s been nice for Vicki to be here. I can’t believe that I’m admitting this,” James said as he sat down in the sofa. I was in the kitchen studying just so I could get near the fridge and grab something to eat and drink.

  “I’m glad that you feel that way about her. I was beginning to worry.”

  He stood up and walked to be by my side.

  “Well, I’m not saying, hey, let’s all go to the same university or anything, but for now? I don’t know, maybe like you said, she shares the darkness that we have inside of us. But she doesn’t know about mom, does she?”

  I shook my head, “A little but not all.”

  “How come you didn’t tell her everything? Why did you leave parts out?”

  I shrugged, thinking back to talking to her about our dad, but not Mom.

  “Did you do it so that you wouldn’t have to consider what I proposed about putting the past behind us?”

  I nodded, “Maybe subconsciously this was the reason why I did it. Maybe because in my head, Dad’s dead. That’s the only fucking way I could deal with it. Like Carlton, he was no longer around, and this is how I dealt with the past. Fuck it still haunts me, but I could cope with it, as for Mom? I don’t fucking know. Sometimes I walk around, pretending that nothing touches me, and nothing bothers us, like nothing can bring us fucking down and other times? I can’t help it. I can’t help but pick up the phone and call her.”