A Hurt So Sweet Volume Two: A Dark High School Bully Romance

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by Rosewood, Betti


  “You’re going to rape me like Caspian’s father did to his mother?” I purr.

  This makes him take a step back, staring me down with revulsion.

  “What?” I ask innocently. “It’s not exactly a secret, is it? That’s why he’s so fucked up, right?”

  “Don’t talk about that,” he mutters. “Actually, stop fucking talking altogether, I don’t want to listen to you.”

  “Amadea,” I say just as he advances on me, making him stop in his tracks as I smile wide at him. “Your mother’s name. You didn’t know that, did you, Lai?”

  “Why should I believe you?” he narrows his eyes at me. “You’d lie about anything.”

  “She wasn’t a whore like they told you,” I purr. “She was anything but, Lai.”

  Desperation flashes in his eyes for a split second, and I know I’ve got him eating out of the palm of my hand. I approach him, the closeness I was so afraid of earlier making him flinch instead of me. I touch my fingers to his chest and look deep into his warm eyes.

  “She was beautiful,” I tell him sweetly. “Do you know why they fed you those lies, Lai? That your father was a founding father of Eden Falls, that he knocked up a prostitute?”

  He stares at me, refusing to give me an answer.

  “They said that,” I purr. “Because your mommy and Daddy were related, Lai.”

  “What?” he hisses. “Shut your whore mouth, Pandora.”

  “Amadea?” I repeat innocently. “Doesn’t that sound familiar?”

  His eyes flash again, but I refuse to stop, even though I’m terrified he’s about to hurt me.

  “I bet you don’t recognize it,” I sigh. “She was pretty much an outcast after it happened…”

  “After what happened?” he demands hoarsely.

  “Well, after her brother had sex with her, of course,” I finish dramatically, and Lai’s eyes widen at mine. “Oh, you didn’t know that? Did I just burst your little bubble?”

  “Who?” he barks at me. “Who is my father?”

  Suddenly I’m struck by guilt, knowing I’m keeping back information that could change the boy’s life. But it’s the only weapon I have, knowing something he doesn’t, and I’m not willing to give it up just yet.

  Just then, the door of the classroom flies open again, and Julian stands on the doorstep with another figure behind him. The boy steps aside and my stomach drops when I realize who’s behind him.

  “Heard you’ve been misbehaving, toy,” Dexter says in his smooth, sexy voice. “Now that just won’t do, will it?”

  At the mere sound of his voice, my legs threaten to give way and shivers go down my spine at the sight of him. I’m relieved he’s back, but at the same time I’m terrified, knowing any kind of advantage I had on the other Firstborns has been effectively wiped out now that Dexter’s back. After all, he knows my deepest, darkest secret – the fact that he took my virginity and my Firstborn status. But as long as he keeps his mouth shut, the secret’s safe.

  “Dexter,” I speak up, hoping I look more confident than I feel. “You finally decided to show your fucking face.”

  He approaches me with slow, measured steps, dragging out the inevitable. Once he’s finally standing before me, he wraps his fingers around my chin, inspecting me from all angles, as if he’s trying to see if anything’s changed since he last saw me.

  “You know, I’ve been away for much too long,” he mutters loud enough for only me to hear. “I almost forgot how these eyes sparkle when I’m close by.”

  I withdraw my gaze, staring intently at the floor as he chuckles at me and circles me like a predator.

  “I’ve been so lenient with you, Pandora,” he tells me. “I’ve been too kind, and now I want to take advantage of you a little, after finding out you’re letting other people kiss you. That’s what you were made for after all, isn’t it?”

  I remain stubbornly quiet when he pushes me to my knees. My kneecaps meet the ground with force, and I wince at the pain in my legs as he forces me to kneel for him. The other two boys are watching the door, making sure we’re alone while Dexter works his cruel magic on me.

  “You know, I’ve been wondering about something this whole time I’ve been away,” Dex mutters. “Just thinking about that sweet, pretty hole of yours…”

  I shiver. He can’t be talking about my pussy, can he? He already took that away from me.

  He kneels in front of me, his fingertips traveling over my mouth as we stare into one another’s eyes.

  “Such full lips,” he mutters, and my shoulders sag with relief.

  I can handle this. Whatever he’s about to throw at me, I can handle it.

  “Show me how they open for me.”

  I’m too scared to follow his directions, and Dexter seems to notice, smirking at me as he pries my lips open himself. He inspects my mouth, watching me for any kind of resistance, but I find myself weak in his company, unable to resist him. I want to beg him to stop, but not as badly as I want him to keep going.

  “I think I’m going to try out this mouth today,” he mutters, getting up.

  My eyes follow his every motion, the boys at the door shifting their attention to me as they realize things are about to get good. Dexter fumbles with his belt buckle, then his zipper, revealing his silk black boxers bulging with the swollen cock he’s about to take out any second now.

  I’m shivering in anticipation, knowing he’ll have no mercy for me today. His eyes are dark, clouded over with dark intentions without a hint of mercy in them. I don’t doubt he’ll treat me like a toy today, especially in front of his cronies. He needs to keep up appearances after all.

  I’m still drinking him in, from his dark, soulful eyes, to the black mop of hair on his head. It’s perfectly styled today, making him look even more darkly dangerous than he usually does. His shirt is crisp, the Prep uniform fitting him perfectly and emphasizing every muscle as he takes off his blazer, rolling up the sleeves of his white button-down. The fabric stretches over his muscles, straining against his beautiful body.

  My mouth waters at the sight, and I hate myself for the effect he’s having on me. But I can’t help it.

  He smirks at me now, touching his fingers to my lips another time, as if pondering what to do with me. I’m desperate for more, realizing just how much I missed him while he was away. I’m eager to ask what happened, where he’s been, but I don’t allow the words to leave my lips. I can’t show him my weakness, can’t show him I care.

  “I think you should open extra wide,” Dexter tells me. “I’ve been thinking about that pouty little mouth for days now, and I just don’t want to wait any longer. Are you going to be a good girl for me, Pandora?”

  I stare at him wordlessly, then, hoping the other boys don’t notice, give him a barely perceptible nod of my head. He smirks at me, knowing he’s got me eating out of the palm of his hand.

  “I can’t fucking wait to feel your tongue on me,” he tells me, pulling out his cock and unceremoniously burying his massive length inside my mouth.

  I choke and sputter on him, the girth making me roll my eyes as it takes up my mouth, threatening to stop me from breathing. But Dexter doesn’t care. He begins to fuck my mouth, letting out a groan as he fills up my throat to the very brim.

  “Goddamn, I needed that,” he mutters, grabbing me by the hair and holding me down firmly as he takes more and more of my mouth.

  My eyes water. I wish I could fight him, but there’s a part deep within me that wants this. Wants his cruel touch, relishes the feeling of his dick in my throat. I live for it. I breathe for it. I exist for it.

  He pulls out of my mouth with a pop just as Lai curses out loud and Julian calls out, “Someone’s coming. We need to get the hell out of here.”

  “Well, looks like our little reunion’s been cut short,” Dex tells me, putting his cock back in his trousers. “Such a shame for you, little toy, because I was really going to have some fun with you today. But worry not, there will be other chances
.”

  I hate myself for feeling the loss of him like a punch to my stomach. I wanted more. I needed more. So much fucking more.

  The boys gather in front of the door leading out of the classroom, and I somehow manage to pick myself up, breathing heavily with my face flushing bright red as I fix my uniform.

  The door flies open, professor Rogers appearing before us. He regards us with something between trepidation and fear.

  “Alright there, professor?” Dex taunts him, and I look away, unable to handle the weight of the man’s stare. “Heard you had some fun with one of my girls the other day.”

  “You… I…” The guy flushes, refusing to look Dexter in the eye and instead focusing on me. “Are you okay, Miss Oakes?”

  I wonder whether I should tell him the truth – that my ex-fiancé just forced his dick into my mouth, forcing me to take him despite my hesitation. I wonder whether he’d even believe me, and before I open my mouth, I know I’ve already made my choice.

  “Yes, everything’s fine,” I tell him, my voice quivering. “Just… a study group meeting.”

  He narrows his eyes at me but doesn’t say another word. Instead, a curt nod follows, and he motions for us to get out of the classroom just as the school bell sounds off above our heads.

  Whatever upper hand I had on Lai and Julian is long gone, and we all know it. With Dexter being back, we’re back to the hierarchy set in place for us by our parents.

  “I’ll see you soon, toy,” Dexter whispers in my ear before moving past me and joining his friends. “Sooner than you think.”

  His words make goosebumps erupt all over my skin, and I quickly look away before he can see the effect he’s having on me. Though I have a feeling it wouldn’t come to a surprise to him at all.

  I’m starting to fall for my bully, and the worst part is, he knows it.

  Twelve

  Pandora

  The next time they find me, it’s lunchtime and I’m trying to hide from them desperately. They told me it wasn’t over, but I didn’t want them to have the satisfaction of getting to torture me yet again. I’ll admit the bathroom wasn’t the best place to hide, but I did my best, putting my bag on the hook on the door and pulling my legs up so they wouldn’t see I’m in here.

  Every time the door opens though, my heart nearly stops in fear. Could it be them? Have they figured out my hiding place already?

  So far, so good. Apart from a few people coming in and out to use the bathroom, I’ve been okay. But it is only ten minutes into the hour-long lunch break.

  The door opens again, and I glance up from my seat on the toilet, my heart hammering yet again. I’m hungry, but I’m too scared to head to the cafeteria, knowing the boys will find me if I show my face there. I don’t want to know what they have in store for me today, especially with Dexter being back here. I have a feeling he’s not nearly done with his lessons.

  The door handle of my cubicle starts moving, and I freeze on the spot, terrified that I’ve been found out. But the person gives up when they realize the door is locked, and I hear another cubicle being occupied as a huge weight falls off my shoulders.

  Minutes after the first person has left, I head the door opening again.

  “Check every stall, make sure she’s not in here. I’m going to the bathrooms on the second floor. Call me if you see anything, yeah?”

  “Yeah, got it.”

  Those are Caspian and Dexter’s voices.

  I can barely breathe. Once again, the handle begins to move. Once again, I start to see spots in front of my eyes out of pure fear of being found out. Fuck. They’re really going to blow my cover now.

  All of a sudden, my stomach rumbles to life. I’m so fucking hungry I can’t stop it, and I make a face, clutching my belly as it warns me it’s going to need to be fed soon.

  “Little bitch,” the voice says now, chuckling deeply as he tests the handle again. “I know you’re in there, so you might as well give up now. If you come out now, I promise to call Dexter right away. I won’t even torture you a little bit.”

  I weigh up my choices, then admit defeat, sighing heavily and getting up from the toilet. I unlock the door and come face-to-face with Caspian who’s grinning at me like the cat that got the cream.

  “Well, well, well,” he says, his voice holding a dark promise. “I knew you were here, you little slut.”

  “Aren’t you going to call Dexter?” I demand, narrowing my eyes at him. “You know… like you promised?”

  “Oh, I think we’ve still got some time,” he goes on cruelly, winking at me. “Or are you that afraid of me? You don’t want to spend a minute in my company, is that fucking it, Pandora? Such a shame, because I’d treat you so damn well, and you fucking know it.”

  I open my mouth to speak up, but he stops me, holding up his hand.

  “I don’t need to hear it,” he says. “You’re Dexter’s property, yadda yadda yadda. But as far as I know, you and Booth aren’t engaged anymore, which means I have free reign just like any other Firstborn. Isn’t that right?”

  “No,” I hiss at him. “I’m sure Dexter wouldn’t be too thrilled to find you making a move on me. You know how he gets.”

  “Jealous?” he laughs out loud. “Possessive? Yeah, I know how he gets. Not that it changes things. Why don’t you come out here, Pandora? I want to take a good look at you.”

  “No, I don’t think so,” I mutter stubbornly, crossing my arms in front of my body. “Maybe when you call Dexter I’ll come out.”

  He shows me his cellphone, typing something in before smirking at me as he shows me his screen.

  Nobody here, his text reads. All the cubicles are empty. I’ll meet you in the cafeteria in 10.

  “See that?” he asks me. “That means we have ten minutes to ourselves, bitch, and I get to do whatever the hell I want to you in that time without anyone knowing.”

  “Don’t you dare,” I hiss at him. “I’m going to tell Dexter if you fucking hurt me.”

  “Why are you so convinced I’m going to hurt you?” he asks me easily as he advances on me, sending me stumbling back into the cubicle I just came out of. “Maybe I want to do something else with you. I’m not all about the pain, you know, I have other fucking interests.”

  “Like what?” I demand.

  “Like your fucking mouth,” he mutters, advancing on me. “Like that perfect little hole in your face that keeps talking back to me like it doesn’t know any fucking better. And before you tell me I can’t have it, why don’t we weigh up your options here?”

  He takes a step forward, blocking my exit from the cubicle with his strong, lean body.

  “There’s no one to save you now, is there?” he asks me. “We’re all alone in here, and I can do whatever the fuck I want with you. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do, Pandora. We may only have ten minutes, but I’m going to take advantage of every fucking second we have.”

  My lips form a thin line as I stare him down, and I raise my chin up defiantly, almost daring him to go through with what he’s saying he’ll do.

  He stretches an arm out, touching his fingers to my neck. But his touch is different than Dexter’s, more impatient, harsher. He grabs me by the throat, pulling me up against him and glaring at me as if I did something to piss him off.

  “I see the way you look at me,” he mutters. “You don’t think I notice? I can tell you’re fucking afraid of me, bitch. But you know what? I fucking like it. I love that you’re afraid. It gets me right the fuck off. I want more.”

  He squeezes his fingers around my throat, and I choke out a please, only making him grip me harder. He doesn’t give a shit that he’s hurting me – in fact, I think he likes it, relishing the fact that I’m in pain.

  “Why don’t you kneel,” he suggests with a cruel smirk. “I want to see how good you look on your knees. I’ve almost forgotten what you look like all scared and needy for more.”

  I don’t move, but he doesn’t give a shit about my hesitation. H
e forces me down himself, and I cry out as my knees land on the floor for the second time that day. His fingers touch my cheeks, and he hooks a thumb in my mouth, making me drool on the tile floor. God, I fucking hate him. And I hate that I get wet for his evil touch, even knowing what a piece of shit he is.

  But I know his secret now. I know exactly why he is the way he is, and I’m ready to blow his cover.

  “You know I like it rough, don’t you?” he asks me sweetly. “It must be in my blood.”

  “Yeah, it must be,” I speak up, and he frowns at me.

  “I prefer you when you’re not fucking talking back,” he snarls at me. “You’re prettier with your mouth shut, bitch.”

  “But I’ve got something to say,” I go on, narrowing my eyes at him.

  “Spit it out then,” he demands. “I’m all fucking ears.”

  “I… I know what your father did,” I manage to get out.

  “Huh?” He seems genuinely confused, but there’s a tone of hostility to his voice, one that he’s desperate to keep out, pretending everything’s okay, that he isn’t nervous as hell of what I’m about to say. “What do you mean?”

  “To your mom,” I go on, my heart threatening to hammer straight out of my chest.

  “What do you think you know?” he asks me, his voice teeming with anger.

  “I know everything,” I purr, getting more and more confident as his gaze grows panicked. “I know what he did to her. I know how she got pregnant with you, Caspian. I know he fucking raped her-”

  “Shut up,” he snarls at me, covering his ears with his hands. “Shut up, shut up, shut up.”

  I know I’ve struck a nerve now, and I smirk, advancing on him and whispering, “He raped her, Caspian. Do you think that changed you as a person, being the product of such a heinous act? He forced her… he made her… he took the choice away from her. That’s what made you so messed up, and you fucking know it. That’s why you’re so goddamn broken.”

  “Fuck you,” he snarls at me, and just as I’m about to push past him, right out of the cubicle, he grabs me by the throat, walking me back inside and slamming me against the wall. “You have no right to talk about that! No fucking right, Pandora!”

 

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