Savage Devil: A Secret Baby, High School Bully Romance (Devils of Sun Valley High Book 2)

by Daniela Romero

  “Are you holding up okay?”

  She shrugs. “As good as can be expected. I just want it all to be over, ya know? I want to finally put all of this behind me and move on with my life.”

  I reach across the table and squeeze her hand. “So, girls' night out?”

  She nods. “Girls' night out.”

  I smile wide. I haven’t been to a party since… well, since I got pregnant with Luis.

  “I don’t like the idea of you three going out alone,” Emilio says, setting Luis on the table where he promptly twists in an attempt to crawl across the surface.

  “Give me,” Allie says reaching for him. “I need the baby snuggles.”

  “We’re not going to be alone. We’ll be with each other.” I shrug.

  “Bad idea,” Dominique adds. Roman and Emilio both nod in agreement. “Shit could happen. Someone could spike your drink. You guys could get hurt.”

  Kasey snorts. “It’s at Sarah’s. I live literally right next door. We don’t have to worry about rides or designated drivers and none of us are heavy drinkers. Stop being spoilsports. We’ll call Aaron if we get in a bind.”

  Aaron shakes his head. “I’ve got plans. You three are on your own.”

  Kasey whirls on him. “Plans? What plans?”

  “Personal ones that my nosey baby sister doesn’t need to know about.”

  Her eyes narrow but surprising us all, she drops it. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. We don’t need—”

  “No,” Roman deadpans like his word is law and all three of us girls raise a brow.

  “No?” Allie says, a tilt of her head and a gleam in her eyes. Oh, this is going to be good.

  “Vanilla, you know this is a bad idea.”

  “What I know is that I’m having a much-needed girls' night. And I know you have a football game. State championships in fact, that I also know you can’t miss. That’s what I know.”

  Kasey and I both snicker.

  Roman opens his mouth to argue and then thinks better of it before he curses under his breath and then steals Luis from her. “I thought you both hated Sarah.”

  “We do,” Kasey chimes in. “But that doesn’t mean I’ll turn down free booze and a night out.”

  His lips mash together and Allie smirks in triumph as Roman starts making baby noises and faces at Luis. It’s weird how fast his mood shifts.

  “Can I keep him next period?” she asks. “I want some nephew time.” I love that she considers him family already. That they all do.

  “Sure. But don’t you have class?”

  She nods, holding a finger out to Luis, who tries to bite it. He’s teething and everything appears edible, or at least chewable these days.

  “Just gym so we’ll roll a ball around or something. No one will care.”

  “Why not?”

  The bell rings and we all push up from our seats. “See you in fourth,” she calls, claiming my diaper bag as she and Roman head toward the exit.

  I’m about to follow when Emilio reaches out and captures my arm. “A party?” he asks, his voice low. “Is that a good idea?”

  “Why wouldn’t it be?”

  He tugs me into falling into step beside him and we spill into the crowded hallway. “Because the last time you went to a party you—“

  “Had a one-night stand? Got pregnant?” I grin. “Worried it’ll happen again?”

  He drags me into an empty classroom and closes the door behind us before spinning around and pressing me up against the wall. My breath hitches as he trails his nose along my jaw line and takes a deep breath. “It better not happen again, unless I’m the one who puts another baby in this oven.” He presses a hand against my stomach. My eyes meet his hooded gaze in question.

  “Already planning on knocking me up, again?” I joke, but he doesn’t smile.

  “What if I was?”

  My brows furrow. “You’re kidding right?”

  Silence.

  “Emilio…”

  “I wasn’t there the first time. I missed all of that. Maybe I want to see what it’s like.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal, but there’s an emotion in his eyes I don’t recognize.

  “We’re not even—“

  “Yeah. We are.” He presses himself against me, his lips hovering a hairsbreadth over mine. “We’re a thing. You can tell yourself whatever you need to but this, you and me, it’s not nothing. This is a thing. And it’s exclusive.”

  I shiver in response. “Emilio Chavez is capable of monogamy? Who could have known?” I only half joke, because despite his words, I have my doubts. Especially with the way he’s been acting these past few days.

  “You know now,” he says, kissing me, his lips ghosting across my own in a way that has me chasing to follow. “And you’re the only one who matters.” He cups the side of my face and tilts toward me until his lips are pressed against mine. This time, the kiss lingers for a moment and my cheeks heat when I feel the hard press of him against me.

  The bell rings, jerking me out of the moment and we break away from one another, but just barely. “We should get to class,” I mumble, but make no move to leave.

  “We should,” he agrees, but Emilio doesn’t move either.

  My chest rises and falls as my heart pounds in my chest. There’s a savage glint in his eyes and a wicked curl to his lips. “Or…”

  “Or?” My voice is breathless.

  “We could stay.”

  I swallow hard and lick my lips. His eyes track the movement and the next thing I know he’s lifted me into his arms. My legs wrap around his waist and he grinds into me, his hard length pressed tight against my center. “I need to be inside you,” he murmurs against my mouth.

  “We…“ I gasp. “Can’t do that… here.” I can’t catch my breath. His kisses are drugging, stealing the air inside my lungs. He nips at my chin, my jawline, my neck.

  “I’ll come over after practice. Things are settling down with my brother in town.”

  I arch against him as his words make their way through a haze of desire. Come over? Today? Brother? Shit.

  I pull away and drop my feet back to the ground. Emilio scowls and reluctantly sets me down. “Your brother is in town?” I wrack my brain for any earlier mention of him. I know he has two. And a little sister. I haven’t met them yet, but I assumed they all lived here.

  “Yeah. My oldest just got out of the army. He’s back for good now that…” he trails off.

  “Now that what?”

  He takes a deep breath and steels himself. “My dad died.”

  “Oh, my god.” My hand flies up to cover my mouth before I rush to hug him. “I’m so sorry,” I murmur against his chest.

  Emilio pulls away and looks down at me, a strange look on his face. “He was an alcoholic who liked to hit his kids. Don’t be sorry he’s gone. I’m not.”

  Oh. I had no idea. “Are you…”

  He rubs the back of his neck. “I’m good. Really. I don’t want to talk about him though. What I want is,” he kisses me again, “to fuck you, preferably in a bed but I’ll settle for a desk.”

  I groan against his mouth. “We are not having sex at school. Someone could come in.”

  “Fine. Your place tonight.”

  When I don’t answer, Emilio leans back, holding me at arm’s length. “Unless you don’t want me to come?”

  I shake my head. “It’s not that…” How do I explain?

  “Then what is it?” There’s a bite in his tone.

  I take a deep breath and decide to rip off the band aid. “I moved out.” There, I said it.

  “When?”

  “Earlier this week. Miguel made bail so…” I shrug.

  He steps back and folds his arms over his chest. “And you weren’t going to tell me?”

  “It’s not that I wasn’t. I mean, I knew I had to tell you eventually, just…”

  He taps his foot.

  “I moved in with Jae?” It comes out like a question even though it isn’t. As expected
, his face reddens and steam practically comes out of his ears.

  “Jae? The guy who would fuck you in a heartbeat, Jae?”

  “We’re just friends.”

  He shakes his head and backs away from me. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?”

  I rush toward him. “Keep it down. It’s not a big deal. I needed a place to crash and he offered. Nothing is happening. I swear.”

  He tugs at the strands of his hair, but instead of yelling at me some more he surprises me and backs me into one of the desks. “Nothing is happening between you two?” he bites out.

  I shake my head. “Nothing.”

  “But I can’t come over and fuck my girl at his place. Is that what you’re telling me?”

  When he says it like that it sounds bad, but still, “It would be weird. Don’t you think?”

  He quirks a brow and one hand comes up to grip my chin. “You’re mine, Bibiana Sousa. Only mine.”

  I press my lips together to hold in my retort.

  “Say the words. You. Are. Mine.”

  I hesitate and he bites my bottom lip. Hard. Ow. Fuck.

  His hand grips my ass and tugs me tight against him. “I’m going to fuck you until I own every part of your mind, body, and soul,” he growls.

  My pussy clenches in anticipation.

  “I won’t be gentle,” he warns. “You kept something from me. I thought we agreed, no secrets?” There’s a savage glint in his eyes, but he waits, almost like he’s silently asking for my permission. I swallow hard but manage a nod. “Okay,” I tell him, knowing that despite the anger riding him, he needs to hear that I’m alright with this.

  He wants to… punish me. I think. For not telling him about Jae. Probably still for the other day when he picked me up from school. I should balk at this, but I don’t. I’ve accepted that Emilio isn’t like other boys, and I’ll happily take my punishment if it means I can have him.

  At his core, Emilio is a good guy. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He just needs…

  “Turn around,” he commands, his voice thick with lust.

  I hesitate for only a second before doing as he instructs. I turn around and press my hands down on the desk in front of me, my chest heaving and my heart racing. Emilio presses his cock against me as he drags the waistband of my leggings down. Cool air brushes over my skin, the thin scrap of satin that covers my rear hardly enough to keep the chill away. “What if someone—“

  “No one is going to come in. The door is locked. You’ll just need to stay… quiet.” There’s a smirk in his voice.

  His fingers trail along my inner thighs, digging into my flesh before sliding up to hook into my panties. Practiced fingers tug them down, but they’re left to tangle with my leggings at my feet. My fingers tighten on the edge of the desk. This is really happening. I’m going to let him screw me in a classroom.

  My pussy pulses with need and he steps back. I turn to look at him over my shoulder. His eyes burn with want. “So pretty,” he coos darkly, but he isn’t looking at my face. His eyes are locked on my bare flesh as he licks his lips like the savage devil he is, intent on devouring me. He lowers himself between my thighs, pressing his face against my ass. His hands roam up and down the inside of my legs, forcing them wider for him.

  Anticipation hums through me as he parts the folds of my pussy with his thumbs and he licks me front to back like I’m his favorite treat. I cry out at the explosive sensations, but he’s just getting started.

  “Stay quiet,” he warns. My eyes close, but I force them back open and bite my lip to keep my moans locked up inside. He presses a wet, hot kiss to my core and his tongue goes to work as he circles my clit and works me into a frenzy before plunging inside me with his tongue. My back arches and I push back, chasing his sinful mouth.

  “So fucking sweet,” he says. “Come for me Bibi. I want you to unravel.”

  “Oh God,” I gasp, a little embarrassed at how breathless I sound. How exposed I am.

  “Hold still, baby. I’ve only just begun.”

  I cry out when he adds his fingers, plunging one deep inside me before adding in a second. I clench around him, my body so starved for contact that I can feel my release hovering close. “Emilio,” I gasp as the pressure builds. He thrusts into me with his fingers, curling them inside me as his mouth works my clit and my orgasm tears through me. I buck against his mouth, my body writhing as wave after wave of sensation rockets through me.

  He continues sucking on my clit, prolonging my orgasm until my legs feel like jelly my body sated and my limbs boneless. But he isn’t finished. He rises to his feet behind me like an avenging angel.

  Devil would be more accurate.

  I hear him loosen his belt and undo his zipper. I turn back to watch him, kicking off my leggings and panties with my other foot so they’re not in my way. His impressive cock juts out and he meets my stare, grinning like the devil himself as he rolls a condom on his impressive dick. “You taste like sin, Bibiana Sousa.” He steps back to me and covers my body with his as he cups my jaw, forcing me to twist right before he slams his mouth against mine. I taste myself on him and something about that turns me on. “It’s a good thing I’m a Devil.” Before I can respond, he releases me and tugs my hips back against his cock.

  “Now, I’m going to fuck you like one.”

  He thrusts inside of me, stretching me as I’m forced to accommodate his size.

  “Fuck,” Emilio grunts, digging his fingers into my hips in a way I know will leave marks. “You’re so fucking tight.” He spreads my ass cheeks, exposing me in a completely different way as he pounds into me harder, faster. Taking zero time to let me adjust to his size.

  I clutch the desk like my life depends on his, his thrusts so forceful that with nearly each one, we slide forward, forcing him to follow to hold the connection. “You like that, don’t you?” He growls and my body coils tight, chasing my release.

  I press my face to the desk, hoping it will muffle my moans, but I know it isn’t enough. There’s a knock at the door and I gasp, but Emilio doesn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts become harder, more frantic. Again and again until the knock at the door is all but forgotten. My orgasm tears through me and stars explode behind my vision. But Emilio doesn’t relent. He shifts his hips, finding a new angle and milking my orgasm for all that it’s worth. His thrusts quicken with mounting urgency and I moan his name.

  His grip tightens, his hands on my hips hurting as he pumps into me with wild abandon. His cock nudges my cervix and I see stars. Oh. My. God. He’s so deep inside me I can feel him in my throat. And another orgasm threatens to wash over me. “I can’t—“ I gasp. Unable to get the words out.

  It’s too much. Too deep. Too everything. But I don’t want him to stop.

  Just when I think he’s about to come, he surprises me and pulls out, spinning me around and pressing me down until my face is level with his shaft. He tears the condom off, weaves his fingers through my hair and thrusts his cock between my parted lips.

  I groan around him as he thrusts into my mouth, his cock nudging the back of my throat and inducing my gag reflex, but he doesn’t stop. He fucks my mouth mercilessly, sweat glistening on his brow as his eyes bore into mine. “That’s it, baby. Suck my cock,” he grunts the words, his entire body tense. “Good girl.”

  God. Why does hearing him say that turn me on? If anything, I should be offended right now, but I’m not. I like this. Hell, I love it.

  My pussy clenches just as his cock pulses in my mouth and it’s the only warning I get before his hot salty cum coats my tongue and shoots down my throat.

  I take all of it, every drop he has to offer and swallow it down greedily. Pulling out, he yanks me up to him and slams his mouth down on mine again, the taste of both our pleasure a heady combination.

  “You are mine,” he growls the words against my mouth. My heart thumps loud behind my rib cage as I fight to recalibrate my brain and slow down my breathing. “Say the words, Bibiana. I need to hear t
hem. You. Are. Mine.”

  We stare at one another in the silence, electricity crackling in the air between us. His savage grin is firmly back in place and I wish I knew what to say to him. But clearly, I was supposed to say something because when the silence continues to stretch, he reaches out and grips my jaw. “Mine,” he enunciates the word. “Do we have an understanding?”

  “Are you mine?” I bite out with a flare of irritation. Now that I’ve had a few seconds to recover, my brain is kicking back into gear, reminding me again of all of my doubts. The girls I see who flock to him. The flirting. But he does the unexpected and instead of telling me no, he nods his head in agreement. “I’m yours as much as you are mine. Which is to say completely and unequivocally. If you let another man touch you, Bibi, make sure you hate him because he won’t be walking once I’m through with him.”

  My mind instantly snags on Jae and I know this is no idle threat. He grips the back of my head, slams his mouth on mine again and then releases me, all in the span of a few short seconds.

  “Don’t forget that,” he warns before tucking himself back into his jeans. “I have zero intention of sharing you or my son with another man.” He reaches for my leggings and panties, picking them up off the floor and handing them to me. Some of the tension has left him as he trails a hand down my neck, my shoulder, and then drags his fingers along my arm.

  The knock at the door again startles me and I jump, but Emilio only laughs. He waits a few seconds as I rush to put my clothes back on and he takes care of throwing away his condom. I finger comb my hair and when he opens the door it’s to reveal Allie with Luis fast asleep in her arms.

  “Skipping school again?” She tsks and my cheeks heat, but Emilio only shrugs.

  “From what I hear, you and Roman have made some good use out of an empty classroom a time or two.”

  Her eyes widen before she masks her horror with a groan. “Of course, you would know about that.”

  Emilio carefully reaches for Luis, tucking him into his arms and rocking him so as not to wake him.