Bad Intentions: A Dark High School Stepbrother Bully Romance (Kings of Hawk Academy Book 1)

by Sarwah Creed

  “Shit, this is so fucking hot.” James laughed as Trent finally got into it.

  “Welcome to the party, Trent, you want to fuck her face while I occupy myself elsewhere?”

  “Sure,” Trent answered and quickly took his brother’s place as he moved down between my thighs.

  I had just started to moan around Trent’s thick cock, when James slid his equally thick dick straight into my ass. It was a new sensation, so different to how it felt in my pussy, and I whimpered, but it was excitement, not terror.

  James just pumped my ass harder.

  I winced a little as my body adjusted to his size and pace. Trent knelt by my head, his fingers on my nipples, teasing them into tight peaks. It was so intense that I felt my body clamp down and I gasped as I came one more time.

  “Bro, just hold on tight. Not long to go before I blow,” James spat out. “That’s it Trent, pinch her nipples harder, make her fucking cum. I’m about to…” He sounded like a jackhammer as he spoke.

  I could feel the hot flush on my skin that turned me bright red.

  Trent let out a large grunt and before I could blink again, his cum shot up my mouth. His limp cock moved from my lips as he flopped down and I quickly put my head back trying to swallow his come in one go. It started to hurt as he got to the edge, it was almost too much, but I didn’t want to make him stop, I wasn’t a weak mewling little girl. I was a woman now. I gasped in relief when James grunted and let himself go, at last.

  Trent reached behind me to grab the shirt there. He wiped me from front to back, then threw the shirt on the floor.

  “Why the fuck did you use my shirt?” James said as he grabbed it off the floor.

  I rolled away, stood there until I knew my legs were steady, and started to put on my clothes. Our time was nearly done, I guessed, so I’d better get dressed.

  I couldn’t help but whimper as I started to collect my things. My body was already terribly sore, and I was still struggling to put on my dress. I had managed to put on my panties and bra, but my dress was still in my hands.

  “God, I didn’t know sex would make you so fucking sore,” I muttered as Trent came up to help me.

  “Poor thing, you still look so innocent. I’m sorry we went so far with you. It was your first time, we should have been more gentle.”

  They were right, this was too much for a virgin in one day, but it was over with now and I couldn’t complain too much. I’d got off and enjoyed it. Most of it.

  “Don’t worry. We’ll get you back to the house then you can soak in the bathtub,” James said as he put his own clothes on, and Trent helped me into my dress and zipped it up.

  “How sweet!” James remarked.

  I ignored him as Trent helped me put on my shoes.

  “You’ll have to forgive James, Vicki. Sometimes my brother is fucking childish,” Trent said but laughed when James flipped him off.

  There was a loud thump on the door. I was sitting on the couch, freshly debauched, and somebody was banging on the door. Was this part of the prank? I wondered. Would I have to fuck somebody else tonight? I thought I was just supposed to be their girl. Who the fuck was this? I looked between them, an accusation in my eyes.

  Maybe that was part of the ritual, they take the initiate’s virginity and then they leave her for everyone else to have a turn with.

  I really thought that until, I heard a voice, a very distinctive voice.

  “Boys open the fucking door, right fucking now!”

  I would know that voice anywhere, I’d heard it the first day that I started here. He’d been the only one that stood up for me when nobody else would. And now he was outside. Why? I stared at the Hawk brothers, wondering what they were going to do.

  “Fuck, he’s here. What the fuck is he doing here? What are we going to do?” James whispered loudly and turned to Trent.

  The brothers were trying to figure out what to do and if I could speak, I would tell them to start by acting calm. If we all acted calm maybe he wouldn’t notice the smell of sex in the air, or the way I looked completely disheveled.

  I’d just finished having sex with two guys at once, and I wanted to tell Mr. Hawk to fuck off. For some reason, for the first time since Mom’s death, I’d felt wanted. Not pitied. Not sad. Not like a lost puppy but wanted. He was going to ruin that, I just knew it.

  In a voice that I didn’t recognize I said, “Don’t let him in.”

  Between the thumping on the door and the boys running around the room trying to figure out what to do, they must have missed what I’d said.

  “One last chance, boys. Open the door now or else!”

  Those were his last words, as the door quickly flew open and the boys screamed out, “Fuck! Dad what gives?”

  The reason that they were called the Kings of Hawk Academy. The reason why they were given special treatment and worshipped by everyone. I thought that it was because they were rich and privileged, the stepsons and I just lost my virginity to them, all of this was becoming awkward.

  Did he find out what they were doing and decided that he should rescue me? If that was the case, then why had this ritual been going on for the last few years.

  “Don’t talk to me. Just get her the fuck out of here. I told you both to stop doing this shit and I thought that seeing as you were going to college that you would grow up. But no, you let your fucking dicks lead you around like two dumbasses with no brains. Well, you’ve really fucked up this time, that’s all I can say. I can barely look at the three of you.”

  I waited for someone to let me go out of the door and escape this argument, but all they did was keep on arguing. I should have moved and let it be known that I was more than ready to go but I had a feeling that they all knew this.

  “You told us not to mess with her. You never said that we should stop…” James shouted at Mr. Hawk, while I tried to step by him, but what Mr. Hawk said next made me stop dead in my tracks.

  “She’s your fucking sister, you morons!”

  There was a pause as the air became thick and I felt bile rise in my throat to make me sick. So sick that the moment James moved I vomited all over the wall. As soon as I caught my breath I asked the question, “Dad?”

  He didn’t respond as he handed me a towel and just as quickly as he came into my life, he was out again. He left us standing there, totally lost and supremely fucked up in our heads. I couldn’t believe it, he told me the other day that he knew my dad and my mom once. How had I not picked up on the signs before? How had I been so blind?

  I had so many questions, but the humiliation of the night just made me want to leave. I looked around at the room I now hated as my heart raced at the humiliation of the moment. The room had a dim light, enough for me to know that I was now alone. I was so stunned that I’d stood there for quite a while without realizing it and everyone had left. I wanted to go back to my room and cry. I’d slept with my stepbrothers and not only that, but I’d found my dad. What should have been the happiest night of my life had turned into the sickest.

  I hated him for leaving my mom to marry that man that killed her. Hated him for leaving us all these years and most of all, I hated him for telling me that he was my dad right after his stepsons had taken my virginity. My life in Hawk Academy wasn’t going to be my salvation, but rather it was turning into my new, deeper level of hell.

  Find out more in the next book in the series…Cruel Intentions - out the 30th June 2020.

  About Sarwah Creed

  Sarwah Creed is the author of The FlirtChat series. When she's not writing, then she's running, reading and listening to music. She lives with her three children in Madrid.

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  Read book 1 in the FlirtChat Series, it is called Daily #teXXXt

  About Daily #teXXXt…

  Seven men. One for every day of the week.
A story too sexy to pass up.

  Chicago University newspaper is going under.

  I need to save it.

  Everyone says sex sells, and what is sexier than a polyamorous relationship?

  One woman. Multiple men.

  Now that’s how you sell papers.

  But my plea for such a woman to come forward to an interview has unexpected consequences.

  All I get are Dirty sexts asking if I want first-hand experience.

  I shouldn’t give up my v-card and get involved with seven men.

  I’m not that desperate to save the paper.

  Or am I?

  The men pursuing me are making it hard to say no, as they start to become my secret fantasies every day of the week for different reasons.

  Mr. Monday’s bold and says precisely what’s on his mind.

  Mr. Tuesday’s sensitive and listens to my every need.

  Mr. Wednesday’s compassionate, the kind of guy who knows what he wants but doesn’t just take it.

  Mr. Thursday knows how to spice things up.

  Mr. Friday’s tall, dark, and handsome, his sultry eyes always have me coming back for more.

  Mr. Saturday’s always wants to be in control.

  Mr. Sunday’s quiet and mysterious, an enigma that I can’t wait to unravel.

  I always knew I would have to go all-in to become a respected journalist. The more I talk to them, the more I want to know them not only online, but offline too. They are promising to do things to me that are so dirty; I can’t sleep at night.

  I never imagined all-in would mean sacrificing myself for a story. Especially, with the bully writer, who’s jealous of the attention that my stories keep getting.

  I need to keep it a secret if I do decide to play out my fantasies because if the truth comes out, I don’t know if we will all survive the wreckage.

  Author’s Note:

  Daily #teXXXt is a stand-alone reverse harem with a mixture of bullying, romance, humor, and even suspense. This is an MMFMMMMM book with over 80,000 sizzling words, with no MM scenes. There’s no cliffhanger and no cheating. There are multiple partner scenes, so make sure that not only is your Kindle ready, but you have a towel nearby too as you read this standalone HEA.

  Prologue

  August 2018

  Summer was finally almost over, and as I took one last look in the mirror, before leaving Grandma’s house, there was only one thing on my mind, college.

  It was the new beginning for some, but for me, it was everything. I would leave my high school paper behind and be in the big league. The college paper, the one thing that I’d dreamt of doing since I was a little girl.

  “If you stare at that mirror long enough, it’ll break.” Grandma winked as she stood behind me.

  I didn’t even realize that she was in the room. I’d decided to spend my last few weeks during summer before moving to college with her; I told Mom that she needed the company; it was a lie. Grandma was home all the time unlike Mom who worked all the time, and the truth be told, between my friends all getting ready for college and going on vacation, I was the only one around, and I was kind of lonely.

  “No, I just need to change my hair color, maybe or even lose a few pounds. College is starting in two weeks, and I need people to take me more seriously.”

  She laughed. “Who do you want to take you seriously? If anything, you should die your hair blonde. After all, they do have more fun, and Lord knows you need some fun. You spent all summer with me, kids your age want fun before starting college.”

  I shook my head; Grandma was a former Playboy Bunny. She even stayed in the mansion once, something that no one in our family liked to talk about, and she loved to broadcast it every time a new member joined our family. She still dyed her grey hairs blonde and proudly displayed her breasts, claiming that they were the best gift from God. Even with the way she dressed and carried herself, no one thought that she was my Grandma. If anything, they sometimes mistook her for my mom.

  “No. I’m talking about the college newspaper. The reason that I applied to go to CU in the first place…”

  “So, you can be a top journalist just like your dad. Look, Tessa. No one goes to college just to study. They go there to have fun. I should know, the amount of college students I played with in my time.” She faced me with all the seriousness in the world with that one frown. She had her hands on my shoulder, and she wasn’t joking, something that she didn’t do.

  “I worry about you. Your dad, sure he’s a top journalist, but remember he worked too hard and that was why your mom and him ended up going through a bitter divorce.”

  Like I needed reminding about their divorce, and I remembered begging my dad to let me live with him, and Dad insisted that he didn’t have time. It would be better if you stayed with your mom. I´ll visit. That was years ago. I was still waiting for him to visit and stay even in a local hotel so we could see each other for more than one day. He would come, tell me that he had to fly and as quick as he came back into my life, he’d be out again.

  “But the paper will change everything, I’ll be like him and then he’ll take me seriously, no more would I be writing for the high school paper. I’ll be in the big league and he’ll be so proud and visit for once. And we’ll have the relationship that I’ve always wanted.”

  She kissed me on the head, as she towered over me in her three-inch heels, “Sweetie. Go to college. Have fun. You need to have new experiences, that’s what college is all about.”

  “So, I’m told." I sighed as I thought about my friends and them all talking about college, they were all trying to lose their virginity this summer. Those were the ones who hadn’t already lost it during prom.

  “Besides, a little bit of flesh on display never hurt anyone. And you can have fun. You don’t need to change your hair color to do that. But your clothes are a different matter.”

  She said, pointing to my breasts, which she claimed made me lucky because I was as gifted as she was. But I didn’t know if it was a gift or a curse. Most of the time, no one took me seriously; they spent more time talking to them, rather than looking me in the eyes whenever they spoke to me.

  “I dunno, Grandma. I have a plan, and it’s going to work. It’s all I’ve been dreaming about for such a long time. I want to be part of the college paper, to kickstart my journalist career.”

  She winked at me. “Take my hand, Tessa. I have a plan too. It starts and ends with you getting a new closet for college. Remember when you get there to tell them that I was a former Playboy Bunny. That will get you popular with the girls; they’ll be jealous that you have a famous Grandma.”

  I shook my head as we walked out of the door. “Yeah, it’ll make me popular with the guys too, they’ll probably think that Playboy’s in my genes.”

  “One could only wish, my dear, one could only wish.”

  She smiled as we headed out of the door. We jumped into her car, and she drove us to the mall. That was another thing that I had to do— get my license. I was old enough, but I'd never had the time to practice let alone take the test. I wouldn’t be that far from home, so it would be good to get my license and then work on saving to get a car, so I could drive home whenever I wanted to, instead of getting the bus.

  I didn’t know what she meant by that and I was too afraid to ask what she meant, but I soon found out as we hit the stores. I wondered if Grandma thought that she was getting me ready for college or auditioning for an open spot in the Playboy mansion (I hated to tell her that it was closed). As we hit more stores, I realized that she was buying me clothes for the latter….to read more, this book is out now and free with KU.

 

 

 
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