by Josie Max
“Surprise! I thought we could get undressed and I could suck you off in the shower.”
I knew it. Ankle bitch.
“God damn, Seraphina, get off me. How many times do I need to tell you it’s over? We broke up in June. Get the fuck over yourself.”
“Baby. I know you want to be free for senior year, but that doesn’t mean we can’t fuck. Besides, you owe me.”
What? I tilted my head closer to the curtain.
“That’s sad. Just pathetic. You have to bribe someone to fuck you.”
I sucked my lips over my teeth to stop myself from laughing. What I would give to be recording this right now.
“No, what’s sad is you drooling like a lost dog all over that trailer trash. It’s pathetic, Knight. You know she’s just using you and your uncle to go here. I wouldn’t be surprised if she drugged her mom just so all this could happen.”
My jaw tightened. I wanted to pull the curtain back and pounce on that bitch.
“The deal is going to be done in two weeks. After that, I’ll give you what you want, okay, Seraphina? But not today.”
“Fine. But you better live up to your promise or I’m telling everyone. No more pushing me away.”
I heard someone walking and the door opened. I stayed silent in case both hadn’t left. But the locker room was quiet. After a minute, I risked it.
Pushing open the curtain, I peeked my head out.
No one was there.
Stepping out, I slipped between the locker rows and as I turned to the last one, I came to a stop.
Knight stood there, leaning against his locker, and said, “I knew you were a lot of things, Violet, but a snoop wasn’t one of them.”
He got up and walked toward me, and I backed up. Knight didn’t stop. His jaw tight, his brow furrowed, I understood why everyone called him the devil.
Hair lifted on my neck. He reached toward me with his hand; I tried to pull back, but I hit the wall. I was trapped.
Sweat beaded at my temple as heat traveled down my body.
Knight grabbed my jaw, pushing my face up toward his.
“I hate being spied on. And since you can’t seem to keep yourself out of trouble around here, I guess I’m going to have to teach you a lesson.”
FOURTEEN
Knight
HER LIPS WERE WET. I could barely concentrate as I stared at them. Savage thoughts tore through my mind. I loosened my grip and slid my hand down her fragile neck.
“Fuck you, Knight. Is this what you get off on? Pushing people around? You love being an asshole.”
I squared my shoulders, my gaze never leaving her mouth. Violet took one look at me on day one and decided who I was. To her, I was spoiled and wealthy. Someone to be hated or used and cast aside. She probably learned that from her mother.
The bitch got under my skin. I wanted to torment Violet, cause her to cry. But my cock was rock-hard and begging for her lips.
I never mixed with trash.
My eyes slid down until I watched her tits rise and fall. They had to be natural, and that was a pleasant break from all the fake ones I had touched lately.
Why say never? Maybe I could torture her and get off at the same time. I smirked, wondering if she tasted as wicked as her tongue.
“But you like that, don’t you?” I took a step closer until my body pressed up against her. “What was that term you used? Ankle bitch. That’s your big secret. You want to be my ankle bitch.” I slid my hand down until I cupped her tit.
She sucked in a breath through her teeth. Her eyelids fluttered as my thumb traced around her hardening nipple.
Violet bit her lip. I knew she had to be wet. Just watching her pretend I wasn’t what she needed had me grinning.
“You tell me to stop anytime you want, Violet.”
Her hands moved to my chest and for a moment, I thought she might push me away. But they kept going until she slid her fingers around my neck and pulled me onto her lips.
They were as sweet and soft as I imagined. Had I yanked my cock to her imagining those lips? Hell yes.
But reality was a thousand times better. I inhaled her sweet scent, and her taste was just as decadent. Our kiss was hard, needy, and I never wanted it to stop.
I wasn’t like this for any girl. It was as if my cock and my heart were battling over a game I hadn’t realized I was playing.
My arm tightened, pulling her in, rubbing her over my hard-on. My lips meandered down her neck.
“I’m going to taste you.”
“What?” she said breathlessly.
I lowered to my knees and slid my fingers up her thighs. Her brown eyes grew.
“Do you want me to stop?”
My finger trailed up her thigh, under her skirt until I was tracing her panty seam. As I thought, she was soaked.
Violet pressed her thumbnail to her lower lip and shook her head. “No.” She reached down and slid up her skirt like curtains rising for a spectacular show.
For someone with so much attitude, she wore the most innocent panties—light pink cotton. I was about to drool all over them.
Instead, I slid them off and tucked them into my back pocket.
“Here, hitch your leg up on my shoulder.” I grabbed her thigh and adjusted her over me.
I savored the moment. Her small patch of dark curls framed pink, glistening lips. She smelled like everything I loved in the opposite sex. So sweet and spicy, and I bet she tasted delicious.
I edged closer until my tongue slid over her. She inhaled, her thighs tightening, and her hand moved my head back.
“Someone might come,” she said with worry wrinkling on her brow.
My lips curled. I wondered if she was more innocent than she led on.
“I know someone will come.” I curled my lips, looking up at her. She wasn’t having any of it. “Nobody spies on me, remember?”
She smirked. “I did.”
“And that’s why you’re being punished.”
I slapped her ass cheek and she yelped. I watched her as my fingers slid over her lips and around her clit. It wasn’t long before she was rotating her hips, wanting more.
I loved to work girls up until they begged. It made me so hard. But with Violet, I suspected she’d easily melt into a puddle.
Slipping one finger inside, I fucked her as my thumb played with her clit. She easily surrendered to my touch.
My nose flared. God, she was sexy. She began unbuttoning her top until her tits fell out.
I reached up and pulled back her matching pale cotton bra cup. Her cute little pink nipples were like pebbles. I pinched and pulled.
“Oh, fuck,” she whined.
Violet was so wet my hand was soaked.
I had to taste her. Lowering my head, I slid my tongue over her clit and slipped another finger inside.
Her fingers curled into my hair, pulling me closer. She was grinding on my face.
My tongue darted out to give this dirty girl what she wanted. A teasing swipe and then another. Her fingers dug into my hair harder. She was hot, needy, and I drank it all in.
She didn’t understand why I was on my knees in front of her. If she did, I doubt she’d still be in the locker room. But I needed Violet, and I hadn’t realized until my uncle pinned her down in the pool house.
Why not enjoy myself a little as I used her?
I felt her tense and I knew it wouldn’t be long before she came. I hadn’t planned to fuck her, but my cock ached to be inside her. It deserved a little thank you for waiting so patiently.
Her back arched and she ground out my name. I groaned as if she was already riding me. Hearing her cry out my name was all that I needed.
I jumped up and held her. Violet wobbled in my grip. Her eyelids fluttered open and I smiled. She was dazed and heat bolted to my cock, knowing I did that to her.
Flipping her around, I bent her over, pressing her face against the wall.
“We’ll make this quick. The rally won’t last much longer.”
And neither would I.
“Yes,” she said. “But I need to—”
We both fell silent as we heard the door to the locker room open. Damn. I was looking forward to sinking my cock deep inside her pussy. But that was going to have to wait for another day.
Pushing down her skirt, she turned. I pressed my finger to my lips to make sure she knew to be quiet. Violet mouthed the word, “Obviously,” before rolling her eyes.
Even post-climax she was a smartass.
I pulled her along the wall toward the back by the showers. She was about to turn into one shower, but I shook my head.
I had a better place to hide.
Waving her back, there was a door marked Do Not Enter. Most people ignored the door, but I went exploring one day about a year ago. It was locked, but that had never stopped me before.
Taking the chain from around my neck, there was a cross. I wasn’t particularly religious, but no one here ever questioned why I wore it. They probably assumed I found God after my parents died. Whoever they were had no idea what I really found.
“Are you about to pick a lock with a cross?” Violet whispered.
“I like to think God wanted me to break into places I’m not allowed.”
“You’re the worst,” Violet said with a small smile.
I concentrated on the lock until I got the last pin. Opening the door, I said with a wave of my hand, “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”
She shook her head as she moved into the darkened room.
Once we were inside, I closed the door as gently as I could. Switching on the light, it was a hallway and at the end were a set of stairs leading down.
“What is this place?” She moved toward the stairs.
“It leads to the basement.”
Her eyes rounded and she came to a stop.
“You mean the basement with the shoot that leads to the river?”
“What? What shoot?”
She grabbed my hand and pulled me to the steps. We found another light and made our way down. As we did, she explained the history of the place and that at one time there was a hole in the basement floor that led down into the river.
She looked around the vast expanse of the basement. Parts were dark and broken up with walls.
“We need to find that shoot,” she said glancing around.
Violet was turning out to be much more useful to me than I thought.
My lips curled. “Yes, we really do.”
FIFTEEN
Violet
“I KNOW THE RALLY WAS tough today, but by the end of the week most everyone will have forgotten about it,” Arabella said laying on her purple velvet chaise lounge.
I sat in the white leather chair, which was shaped like an egg, and pushed my foot on the floor, causing it to spin.
We were in her room and should be studying but had yet to crack open our laptops.
“Says the girl who wasn’t being filmed naked in her bedroom for the entire school to see.”
Arabella’s lips curled. “Who ever said I hadn’t been filmed naked in my bedroom?”
“Oh my god, you whore. Tell me all about it.” I stopped the leather egg chair and smirked.
She held up her finger. “First, they filmed it on my camera, so I have the evidence, not the other guys.”
“Guys? As in plural?”
She studied her fingernail as if our conversation was the most boring thing in the world.
“It’s my thing. Look at me, Violet.” She waved her hand down her body. “There isn’t a boy in all of Green Hills that could satisfy all this. I require several.”
I tilted my head. “How exactly does that work? Do you, ya know . . .” I waved toward my thighs. “Do them one at a time or all at once?”
“You’re cute, Violet. You do whatever you want with as many as you want.” She winked and we laughed.
“So how about you? What’s your kink?”
I bit my lip, wondering if I should tell her. While she was the only friend I had at Green Hills, I had only known her a few weeks.
“I don’t know?” I answered with a shrug.
“What do you mean, you don’t know? Wait, oh no . . . don’t tell me the guys you were with didn’t know what they were doing? That’s the problem with high school boys.” She shook her head. “I’d be surprised if they lasted longer than thirty seconds.”
Heat traveled up my neck. “It’s not that. It’s because . . . I’m a virgin.”
That caused her to sit up.
“Shut up. I didn’t realize there were still virgins that were eighteen. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. I too was a virgin once.”
I wasn’t about to inform her that my eighteenth birthday was still days away. She’d want to celebrate it and I wasn’t a celebrating sort of girl.
I shook my head. “Everyone was a virgin once, Arabella.”
“You know what I mean. Have you done nothing?”
“I’ve done stuff. Just today Knight and I—” I stopped myself before I let it out.
She jumped up and ran over to me, taking a seat at my feet on the floor. “Knight? The guy nicknamed the devil? You did what with him?”
Shit. I hadn’t meant to tell her any of this. It’s not like my virginity embarrassed me. But there hadn’t ever been a guy I wanted to go all the way with. That was until the locker room with Knight.
What he did with his lips and hands was like nothing I had ever experienced before. I was so lost in the high of my orgasm that I didn’t care I was giving it up to the boy who called me trash.
“Please don’t tell anyone.”
She looked around. “Who? Who would I tell? My dog, Mittens? Yeah, she’s like best friends with every dog she comes in contact with, but she’d never let it slip.”
I giggled, lightly slapping her shoulder. “I’m serious. It just sort of happened. It’s weird. He’s been terrible to me and called me trash. I hate him with every fiber of my being but... I can’t stop thinking about him. You know?”
She nodded and I pushed my shoulders back to prepare for explaining the hottest experience of my life.
“It’s totally normal. It’s a hate fuck and it’s the best.”
My eye’s widened. Just the thought of having sex with Knight was soaking my undies.
I took a fortifying breath and said, “So, when I ran out of the rally, I hid in the boys’ locker room.”
She waved her hand in the air. “Waiting until after you tell me the good bits before I ask why you were in the boys’ locker room.”
“Anyway, Seraphina showed up, so I hid. I think she was breaking into Knight’s locker, but then he showed up. They got into a fight, so she left. I thought he had left too, so I came out and there he was. He must have known I was there because it was like he was waiting for me. He was angry and pushed me against the wall.”
“Okay, here we go. The good stuff.” Arabella rubbed her hands together.
“It was the way he was touching me. Rough but not too rough. I couldn’t help it. When we kissed, a part of me wanted to push him away. My mind kept screaming at me to get out of there. But that’s not what my body was telling me.”
“And that’s your kink. See, everyone has a kink. You like it a little rough.”
I bit my lip and kept going. “He fell to his knees and—”
She gasped. “I knew it. It’s always the guys who act like jerks that love to eat pussy. Was he good?”
I didn’t even get to answer her.
“I’m guessing by that mega-blush that he’s phenomenal.”
I grabbed her hand. “That’s not the most important part. I mean, it was amazing . . . and I had never come that hard ever, but something happened after that I wanted to tell you about.”
She sat back on the floor, looking deflated. “Oh no, don’t tell me he’s tiny.” She waved her pinky finger at me. “Maybe that’s why he’s such an asshole. He is making up for his itty-bitty pencil dick.”
I snort
ed. “Stop making me laugh, I’m being serious. No, I never saw his . . . you know.”
“Oh, God, you are a virgin. It’s called a cock. Or, if you want to be a little more formal, a penis.”
“Anyway, someone walked into the locker room, so Knight and I ran to the back to hide. I was going to hide in one of the showers, but he went to a locked door and picked the lock.”
“Wow, never realized he knew how to pick locks. Why pick them when you can pay others to do it for you?”
“I know, I was shocked too, but guess where that door led?”
She rubbed her earlobe. “I don’t know. His evil lair?”
“The basement.”
Her mouth fell open. She sat there for a moment, not saying a word. Then she hopped up to her feet and grabbed me, pulling me with her.
“You know what this means, Violet? We need to find that trapdoor.”
“I tried looking, but it was dark and there’s a lot of old furniture down there. It would take a while to find it. Knight and I weren’t down there long. We both had to get to our next class.”
“Okay.” She started walking in circles around her room. “We need a plan. Pick a time when no one is around and go there.”
“I think Knight wants to find it, too.”
She came to a stop and glanced over at me. “I’m sure what he did to your nether region was spectacular. He could probably suck the sugar out of an apple with those lips, but he’s the devil, Violet. There’s no way I’m going into an old, dark basement with him. That’s b-horror movie shit.”
I nibbled on my lip. She was right. It was strange how eager he was to find that hole in the floor.
He wanted to help me, and then suddenly, he was interested in the basement. Nothing about him made any sense.
“There’s a party at Happy Pond Saturday night. Most of the school will be there. We can go to be seen and then after a bit, we’ll leave and head to the school. That way we know the school will be closed and no one will stop by. It’s a Saturday night. Who would be there?”
That was a good plan, except for one problem.
“There’s no way I’m going to Happy Pond.”
She frowned and came over, placing her hands on my arms. “I can’t imagine how hard it is for you to even think about that place, but it will get us witnesses. Lots of witnesses. If someone sees some shadowy figures breaking into the school, there’s no way they could say it was us. We could point to the party.”