by T. L Hodel
“Fuck, you’re tight.”
With one final snap of his hips, Micha pushed past the last of my resistance. Once he was buried inside me, he nuzzled my neck and released a long, throaty groan. It was one of the sexiest sounds I’d ever heard. Didn’t help the pain I was in, though. I whimpered out a cry and struggled underneath him.
“Shh,” Micha soothed, kissing away my tears. “I’ll go slow.”
I was pathetically thankful that he stuck to his word, starting out with slow light thrusts. It gave me time to adjust, and soon my muscles relaxed, giving way for my pain to subside and something else to take over; a full almost pleasurable feeling, one that I didn’t entirely hate.
Micha must’ve sensed the change, because he picked up the pace. Drawing himself out in languid strokes, before diving back in. Each time the soft ridges of his hard cock scrapped along my walls, the coil of tension inside me wound tighter and tighter until I was thrown off that blissful cliff without warning.
My body seized, bowing my back. “Holy fuck.”
And that’s when Micha fucked me. He growled, hooked my leg over his hip, and pounded into me with fury of a man possessed.
“This fucking pussy is mine!” We moved father up the bed with each powerful thrust. “If you so much as shake this shit at someone else, I’ll fucking kill him.”
His possessiveness shouldn’t turn me on, but it did. I loved being wanted like that, even if it was only in the moment. Didn’t mean I was about to let him know that.
“Fuck you!” I snarled.
“Oh no, baby, it’s me who’s fucking you.” He thrust in, going deeper than he had before, and hitting some spot that made my toes curl. I couldn’t speak. His cock was like a battering ram, beating down the flood gates of extasy I didn’t know existed. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, Micha reached down and pinched my clit.
“Please,” I whimpered.
My orgasm was right there. I could feel it.
“Eyes on me.”
I’d give him whatever he wanted, as long as he kept doing that. My breath hitched when I met his gaze. His eyes were dark with possession and dominance. I smelled it in the air around us. Tasted it with every breath I took and felt it in the very depths of my soul. In that moment he truly did own me.
“Do you want to come?”
I furiously nodded my head.
He snapped his hips and stopped. “Ask me nicely.”
I whimpered shifted my hips. “Please–”
He rotated his hips, making my eyes roll in the back of my head.
“Please what?”
There wasn’t anything wrong with giving him what he wanted this one time.
“Please make me cum.”
He rewarded me with a small thrust.
“Good, now try again with your eyes open.”
Shit, my eyes were closed?
I tired to open them, but it was too hard to concentrate on anything, other than the way he felt inside me.
“Come on, baby,” he purred, giving me another short thrust, but not quite enough to drive me over the edge. “I want to see those pretty fucking eyes when you come.”
God damnit! Why did he have to be so infuriating?
“I hate you.”
“Nope, try again.”
If my body wasn’t burning with need, I’d scratch his eyes out. Well, if my hands weren’t cuffed to the bed that is. I could always tell him to fuck off and try to take care of myself. Couldn’t be that hard. People did it all the time. As if he could sense my anger, Micha gave a few short thrusts, pushing me closer to the edge of extasy and stamping down my desire to rebel. This was worse than torture.
I released a frustrated grunt, and forced my lids to flutter open. “Please make me cum.”
“Good girl,” he said, moving again and giving me the friction I needed.
With one pinch of my clit, I was sent over the edge, plummeting into nirvana. Micha kept driving into me, building my orgasm higher, and higher. It wouldn’t end. Eb after eb of white-hot bliss, crashing through me like waves on a beach. I screamed for more. Then I screamed for less. I just screamed. Screamed for so long that my throat hurt.
“God. Fucking. Damnit,” Micha growled, his face twisted in pleasure as his whole body spasmed. His finger dug painfully into my hips, as he rammed into me one last time. I felt his cock twitch as he bathed me with his warm release, and was thrown right back into orgasmic bliss.
By the time he collapsed beside me, sweaty and out of breath, I was spent. I didn’t have the energy to keep my eyes open. I heard him get up, felt the warm cloth run over my skin as he cleaned me, but I couldn’t move. My body was a puddle, limp, lose and utterly satisfied.
The last thing I remember before exhaustion took over, was Micha tucking me into the warmth of his body, kissing the top of my head, and saying, “You’re mine now, Mouse.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Micha
Mouse was quiet all morning. The only time she talked to me was to tell me to fuck off, or say how she hated me. Except it wasn’t me she hated . . . it was herself. Riley couldn’t stand the fact that hours ago, she was creaming all over my dick, and I was loving every second of it. Her little angry snorts and sideways glares, were making me hard. She’s fucking lucky she didn’t end up bent over the kitchen table. I didn’t give a shit if my brother was there or not.
I couldn’t wait to dive back into her tight little pussy. But every time she sat down, or shifted wrong, she’d wince. And for some fucking reason, I cared. I kept running through shit in my mind that would help. Make her soak in a bath, give her a massage. shit like that. The fucked-up part was that I wanted to do that crap. I wanted to take her pain away. Wanted it to be my arms she sought solace in. Not sure when the fuck that happened?
I was pissed last night when she took off. Not because I thought she ran away. What if someone got their hands on her? Those fuckers from Ashen Springs High, didn’t seem to have a problem touching my shit. My mind kept picturing her hurt and alone. All I wanted to do was burn the world down. Might’ve even paid that prick a visit in the hospital.
I was lost; and scared. I didn’t know what to do? The last time I felt like that was in that car, sinking in Cherry Lake. Then Riley showed up, calling out that asshole’s name, and I wanted to destroy her for ever making me feel that weak.
Instead, I fucked her.
Now she knew who she belonged to, and it sure as fuck wasn’t that Tico prick.
Riley shifted in the passenger seat and made a sound that had my inner-self beaming with pride. I wanted her to feel me every time she moved.
“What’s wrong, Mouse?” I asked, knowing full well what the issue was.
Fuck you, Tico, that shit is mine.
“I’m fine,” she snarled.
My fingers tightened around the steering wheel.
Bet she didn’t give Tico the fucking attitude. Scrawny little fuck.
Riley scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Can’t you drive any faster? I’d like to get to school today.”
“Watch your fucking tone,” I barked out. “Or I’ll pull over and give you a proper introduction to my cock.”
Riley’s cheeks flamed and she turned away, but she kept her mouth shut.
That’s fucking right.
I couldn’t help but notice her hands fidgeting in her lap. She looked more confused than angry. Maybe even a little sad?
“What’s wrong, Mouse?”
Why the fuck did I say that?
She sighed. “Nothing.”
I could see her out of the corner of my eye, and knew that was bullshit.
She said nothing was wrong, let it go and move the fuck on.
“You can talk to me, you know.”
What the hell was I doing? Why was I opening this avenue to her? Chicks liked to talk, and I didn’t do emotional crap. Still . . . I really wanted to know what was up her ass.
Riley latched her glare onto me and spat out, “Go fuck yourself.”
“Either you tell me what the fuck your problem is, or I’ll drag it out of you!”
“Blow me.”
She needed to calm down before I hit someone. Fuck it, I might hit someone anyway.
“Oh no, baby, that’s your job.” I shifted my eyes her way. “And I think it’s long overdue.”
Riley sighed and turned her gaze back to the window. “Why don’t you just leave me alone? You got what you wanted.”
Oh, so that was her issue. It all made sense now. She thought this was some fuck and chuck situation. That I was going to ditch her. Not a fucking chance in hell. While I didn’t do relationships, I wasn’t Logan or Mase. I didn’t go dipping my dick in every gaping hole.
“Did you read the contract, Mouse?”
Her furious eyes snapped my way. “Why would I do that?”
“Well, if you had, you’d know this isn’t a sex slave thing,” I explained. “When you turn eighteen, my ring is going on your finger.” Her eyes widened in surprise and fuck me, if it didn’t get me hard. Everything this girl did got me hard. She could breathe on me and my dick would be ready to go. “When I said you were mine, I meant it.”
“So what! I supposed to play pretty little housewife while you’re out fucking whoever you want?” She huffed and crossed her arms. “No thanks.”
“Frist off, I wasn’t asking for your permission. And secondly, I’m a lot of things, Mouse, disloyal isn’t one of them.” I pulled up to Ashworth’s gates and flashed my student ID. “I told you if you wanted monogamy, you got it.”
She looked up at me with a sweet smile on her face. “What if I want to sleep with someone else?”
I damn near punched the security guard.
“If you so much as look at another guy, in a way I don’t like,” I cupped her chin and dug my finger in her cheeks, so she would know how serious I was. “I’ll slit his goddamn throat and fuck you over his corpse.”
Her deep swallow was all the answer I needed.
I drove through the gates, and Riley no longer had my attention. Something was up at Ashworth. Students were gathered in little groups, whispering to each other, with a larger crowd at the southside of the building. Teachers were trying to bring back order, but no one was listening. The school was in anarchy.
I watched a bunch of bookworms tell of some cheerleaders, and Eddie, the skinny kid from bio, was poking Sean Callahan in the chest. Eddie ended up with a swollen face stuffed in a garbage can. Not sure what was the kid thinking. He couldn’t weigh much more than my mouse, and Callahan was the damn quarterback. Harper would put up a better fight for her brother.
The last time I saw this much chaos at Ashworth was freshman year, during the fall out from Ava’s broken heart. Not only did Parker beat the shit out of the guy – fucker was in the hospital for a week – but Ava tore his car apart and firebombed it. I think that was the first time I saw Logan cry . . . even gave the car a burial. The headstone marked Liam’s car sat in his backyard. He had flowers delivered weekly.
Speaking of my best friend . . .
I cocked my head at Logan. He was standing next to Mase, obviously waiting for me, and based by the look on his face, it wasn’t to tell me which chick he banged last night.
I sighed and pulled into my parking spot next to Logan’s Mustang. “What now?”
“Oh well, time for school.” Riley sang and jumped out of the Jeep.
“Stop!”
She froze.
Riley was a shitty liar and guilt was written all over her face.
“You stay right fucking there,” I said, getting out to meet Logan and Mase.
Logan came over to me while Mase sauntered up to Riley with a shit-eating grin on his face. Riley was less than impressed to see him. If my baby brother got too close, he might lose his balls. I could almost hear her grinding her teeth from here.
“Hey,” Logan said, in a hushed tone. “Did you tell anybody about last night?”
“What about last night?” My eyes shifted to Mase and Riley. Unlike him, I didn’t broadcast my sexual exploits.
“Not that.” Logan rolled his eyes. “The dominare la paura.”
“Why the fuck would I tell anyone about that?” Logan knew me better than that. Not only was it forbidden to talk about, but it was my business.
He released a long sigh. “That’s what I thought.”
“Mind telling me what’s going on?”
“As you can see, shit’s a little hectic around here.”
That was an understatement.
“You’re not going to make me attend another car funeral, are you?”
“No.” Logan got a far-off look in his eyes and shook his head. “Poor fucking car.”
I crossed my arms and waited for his moment of mourning to pass.
“It seems your girlfriend was busy last night.”
“Yeah, I know,” I grumbled, glaring at Riley. “Meeting some guy named Tico.”
Logan’s face scrunched up. “Who the fuck is Tico?”
“A dead man if I ever see him again.” Fucker thought he could touch my girl!
“Someone sounds jealous.”
“Fuck off.”
“Anyways,” he said, lips still curled in a sly grin, “whoever this Tico is, he wasn’t in the picture.”
That got my attention.
“What fucking picture?”
Logan glanced over at Mase and passed me an envelope. Inside was a picture of Riley at night, with a can of spray paint in her hand. I immediately recognized the Ashworth crest on the wall she was painting. Along with the picture, was a note:
Hey diddle diddle,
The mouse is in the middle,
All alone under the moon,
The Piper, he laughed to see her off court,
And the knight, he’ll lose her soon.
That explained the backpack full of spray paint in my Jeep. Riley wasn’t trying to run away. She snuck out to paint Ashworth. And this fucker watched her.
I looked over at my mouse, watching her black hair blow in the breeze. She was so fucking beautiful, I swear it hurt to look at her. Every inch of her was imprinted in my brain. The cluster of five freckles on her back, just above the curve of her ass. How her eyes lit up when she was lost in a drawing, and the scar by her belly button that she thought was ugly, but only made her more beautiful. She was flawed, angry, and perfect. And last night, I could’ve lost her.
“We need to find this guy,” I growled, balling the note up in my fist.
Logan didn’t get a chance to answer, because Mase sauntered over with his arm over Riley. The second she was within reach, I grabbed her and took those sweet lips. I just needed to touch her, needed to feel her there with me. I slammed her back against my Jeep, and sucked her tongue into my mouth, groaning at her sweet taste. I didn’t give a shit that people were watching. I wanted every asshole in this place to know that, she was mine. By the time I came up for air, I’d forgotten about everyone else. There was only my mouse and her gorgeous blue eyes, sparkling like sapphires.
“You have no idea how beautiful you are.” My fingers traced the delicate curves of her perfect face. She was so soft and smooth.
Logan cleared his throat, pulling me back to reality. “If you’re done molesting my sister, I think you should see what she did.”
I took one more look at Riley – since when did I become a pussy – and grabbed her elbow.
“I think I fucking should,” I said, hauling her ass across the school yard.
I assumed the large crowd was where we were headed, and I was right. It didn’t take long to see what got everybody attention. Painted on the wall was a large cheerleader, obviously Naomi. It wasn’t the cheerleader I was staring at though. Don’t get me wrong, she looked good – shapely legs, hourglass figure, and blonde hair glowing in the light. The reflection in
the mirror, now that was another story . . . Flesh rotting of the bone, a forked snake like tongue, and blue eyes.
Blue eyes?
The more I looked the more I saw. Five freckles on the cheerleader’s back. A small scar on the right side of her nose, and a black rope bracelet – the same bracelet Riley had been wearing since she was fourteen. Was she saying she hated Naomi, or herself?
“Hey!” Riley called out, her face crinkling in anger. “Someone tagged my painting.”
I looked over to what she was scowling at, and felt my whole body got stiff. On the corner of the wall, written in black, were the words- Dominare la paura
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Riley
Someone tagged my work! I couldn’t believe it, that was just so . . . insulting. I knew a few other artists in the world, and none of them would’ve done this. It was like a slap in the face. You just didn’t do it. Period!
Tico knew most of the people who tagged The Causgrove. He might know who did this, or be able to point me in the right direction. The world needed to know who this tagger was. I pulled out my phone, snapped a pic of the wall, and sent Tico a quick text. He responded a few seconds later.
Tico: Sorry babe, got no idea. I’ll do some digging. We’ll find out who it is. The crew won’t be happy about someone dissing our queen.
I smiled, flattered that Tico and his crew called me queen. Only the highest respected street artists got that title, and most of the time it was king. Not a lot of girls in my world, not in Ashen Springs anyway.
Me: I don’t know about queen.
Tico: Are you kidding babe? You tagged Kessler’s office.
That was a good day.
“Who the fuck are you talking to?” Micha’s voice barely registered, I almost forgot he was there.
“Tico,” I said, typing out a text. The phone was ripped out of my hand before I could hit send. “Hey! Give me that!”
“No.”
I scowled at him. “You can’t just take my phone.”
He tucked my phone into his pocket and glared down at me. “I told you to stay the fuck away from other guys.”