The Revenge You Seek: A Dark College Bully Romance (Maddison Kings University Book 1)

by Tracy Lorraine

  Reaching down, I palm my quickly swelling dick.

  She drops lower still and I make my move, walking up behind her but leaving an inch of space between our bodies.

  She groans, clearly not finding what she came looking for and stands.

  One of my hands wraps around her mouth, keeping her from screaming, and the other pins her body against mine.

  "Nice try, Princess," I whisper. "But you can't outrun me."

  Her body violently trembles against mine but I don't believe she's scared for a second. If she were, she wouldn't have set this up.

  "Is this what you were hoping for by playing that little stunt?"

  She shakes her head.

  Liar.

  "So you didn't tempt me to your dorm room and then leave the evidence lying around about where you'd be so I would come and find you?"

  She tries to say something but fails due to the fact my hand is still clamped around her mouth.

  "What was that, Princess? I can't quite hear you."

  I slip my hand away, confident that she's not going to scream.

  "Fuck you."

  "Now we're talking."

  Placing my hand between her shoulder blades, I force her to bend back over.

  She goes without any argument and it tells me everything I need to know.

  This is exactly what she wanted. Part of me wonders if I should refuse to give it to her. But now I'm here and she's pressed up against me, there's no way I could walk away without getting a taste.

  Pushing her skirt up around her waist, I expose her bare ass and black thong.

  My palm twitches to redden her cheek once more but I know the slap will ring out too loudly in the silent space around us forcing me to resist the urge.

  Instead, I hook my finger under the lace of her panties and sweep it through her folds. She's fucking soaked.

  "Have you been sitting here waiting for me, Princess?" I damn near growl.

  "No," she argues, but we both know she's lying through her teeth.

  "Liar. Your body tells me otherwise. Were you sitting there with them while imagining having my cock inside you?"

  She thrashes her head back and forth in her denial as I plunge two fingers deep inside her.

  She cries out and I fold over her, covering her mouth once again.

  "You want this, Princess? Then you're going to need to be a good little whore for me, you got that?" I graze her G-spot as I talk ensuring that she's no choice but to do as I say.

  "Kane," she whimpers and fuck if I don't nearly come on the spot at the desperation in her tone.

  "You want my cock, Princess?"

  Liquid gushes over my hand at my question giving me all the answers I need.

  Dropping my free hand to my waist, I unsnap my belt and rip open my fly, freeing my aching cock.

  "Oh God," she moans, her muscles beginning to tighten around my digits.

  "I don't fucking think so," I grunt, ripping my fingers from inside her. "If you come—and I mean if—then it's around my cock. Have you got that?"

  "Yes," she whimpers.

  "Good. Little. Whore." On the final word, I surge forward, filling her to the hilt and forcing her to fall forward.

  I catch her around the waist before she flies headfirst into the bookshelf in front of her

  "Fuck," I whisper as her heat engulfs me and her muscles ripple around my length.

  When I finally got home after the fall out from our first night together, I thought it was my imagination playing tricks on me because there's no way this beautiful little liar was that good.

  But then I sunk into her again on Friday night and I knew… it wasn't my imagination at all.

  And that's how I know I'm totally fucking fucked when it comes to Scarlett Hunter.

  Something tells me that I could seek revenge from her for the rest of my life and it would never be enough.

  Nothing with her is ever enough.

  Wrapping her mass of dark hair around my fist, I pull until she's no choice but to arch her back, forcing me deeper inside her until the tip of my cock grazes her cervix.

  "Kane. Fuck," she groans, taking every brutal thrust I give her.

  My hair falls down onto my face, sweat begins to cover my skin as my balls start to draw up.

  I want this to last forever, but the longer I keep her down here the more chance we've got of being caught, and like fuck am I letting that happen.

  I have every intention of sending her back to those motherfuckers thoroughly fucked, walking on jelly legs with my cum dripping out of her.

  "Fuck." My cock jerks at the thought alone.

  My fingers tighten on her hips, I'm sure digging into the bruises I no doubt left behind on Friday night as my other hand skates up her stomach, lifting her until she's standing, her back to my front.

  I squeeze her breasts hard enough for her to moan and writhe.

  My hand continues up until it wraps around her throat.

  "What did you do after I left Friday, Princess? Did you let one of them inside you as well?"

  "No," she cries, her body stilling for a beat.

  My fingers tighten in warning.

  "Are you sure, or are you lying to me again? We both know how you love to betray me."

  "I… I slept in Luca's bed. But he… he didn't touch me."

  My chest constricts with the thoughts of him having his hands on what's mine.

  "I hope you're telling me the truth. If I find out otherwise—"

  "It's true," she breathes. "Luca has never—oh God," she moans, forgetting her words when I circle my hips.

  "Now tell me," I whisper in her ear, loving the way she shudders as my breath hits her ear. "Did you plan for me to find you?"

  Silence.

  My fingers tighten once more.

  "Scarlett," I warn. "This won't end well for you if you don't tell me the truth."

  "Yes," she breathes.

  "Have you been thinking about my cock since I left you Friday night?"

  "Yes."

  "Do you want to come?" I ask, my cock swelling with my own release.

  "Yes," her cry is louder this time.

  "Tough," I spit, pushing her away from me, spinning her around and forcing her to her knees. "Open," I demand, pushing my cock against her lips until she's no choice but to take me to the back of her throat.

  She stares up at me with hate in her eyes. And if I didn't know she loved it so much, I'd think she was threatening to bite it off.

  "Suck. Me."

  Her eyes shutter and she tries to resist but after only a second her lips tighten around me and she sucks me hard.

  "You look right at home on your knees for me, Princess. Bowing to your fucking king. Fuck," I bark as she takes me deeper.

  My fingers thread into her hair, holding her in place as her tears begin to spill over.

  So fucking beautiful.

  I only last another two minutes before I reach the point of no return and my cock spurts hot ropes of cum down her throat.

  So much for sending her back dripping with me I think as my cock slips from her lips. Seeing her tears and makeup streaming down her cheeks makes up for it somewhat.

  "Remember this next time you want to play me," I warn, although we both know that it's not a warning at all.

  She fucking loved it.

  Tucking myself into my pants, I run my hand through my hair and smooth the front of my button-down.

  "Wait are you—"

  "Leaving. Enjoy the rest of your night."

  I shoot her a cocky, satisfied smirk before turning my back and marching away from her.

  Only one of us is going to win this game, Princess.

  18

  Letty

  I hold my breath as I walk back to the table where I left Luca and Leon, Christ knows how long ago. It could have been ten minutes or it could have been an hour. Time seems to stand still when Kane is anywhere near me.

  My only positive thought is that if I were gone for too l
ong then one of them would have come to find me.

  “We were about to send out a search party,” Leon jokes as I approach them but he doesn’t look up from his computer screen.

  Luca, however, lifts his head and looks right at me.

  “Let, what’s wrong?” Concern covers his features before the burning heat of Leon’s gaze burns my cheeks.

  “Oh, nothing,” I say lightly. “I stubbed my toe on a bookcase. Thought I’d broken my entire foot for a few minutes.”

  They both stare at me for a beat. Assessing me.

  Guilt threatens to drown me that I’m lying to them, but I can hardly tell them the truth, that I just allowed Kane to fuck me in the darkest corner of the library while he called me a whore before coming down my throat.

  My cheeks burn with my memories and my core aches for the release he refused to let me have.

  Asshole.

  It’s my own fault. I poked the beast.

  I may have known exactly what I was doing when I messaged him and then swiftly left my room. But I didn’t consciously leave him evidence for where he could find me… did I?

  “Do you want me to check it?” Luca offers. “Make sure you haven’t broken it?”

  The thought of him coming close enough that he might smell sex on me, or worse, Kane, has me backing away to the seat I vacated however long ago.

  “No, it’s fine. I was just being a girl,” I say with a laugh, laughing at my ruined makeup.

  Their eyes follow me as I lower myself to the chair and pull my laptop toward me.

  “What happened to the book you went for?” Luca asks.

  “Couldn’t find it anywhere,” I lie, keeping my eyes locked on my still asleep screen. “Someone must have taken it out.”

  “I thought it was a reference only book?”

  I shrug. “Who knows, I’ll try another day, ask a librarian if need be.”

  They both accept my words, but neither seem particularly convinced but I keep my eyes down and continue with what I can without the book I needed that I'm sure was right there on the shelf.

  We spend another forty-five minutes in the silent library before Luca follows the instructions he was given to lock the place up and we head out.

  I guess that's just one of the perks of being the most popular guy in college. You can literally get anyone to do anything for you.

  When he asks the girl who was working this evening if we could stay late she almost pissed her pants.

  It was amusing but I felt for her. I know how intimidating the Dunns good looks and charisma can be.

  "I need food," I mutter as Leon opens Luca's passenger door for me. "Thank you," I mouth to him and drop down before he shuts me in and takes the back seat.

  "I know just the place," Luca says, starting the car and gunning it from the parking lot and then away from campus.

  I breathe a sigh of relief as we leave that building behind. I've no idea if he's still there or even on campus, but I feel good getting away.

  "Work up an appetite with all that studying?" Leon asks, poking his head between the two front seats after my stomach growls so loudly they both hear it over the low beats of Yungblud flowing through the speakers.

  My cheeks flame once more.

  "Yeah, that and I haven’t eaten since lunch."

  They both turn their eyes on me, Luca only for a beat as he needs to focus on driving.

  "Don't start," I tell them. I've heard the lecture before that I know is on the tip of their tongues. I'm not great with food and routine, hence how I've lost so much weight but as athletes, it's one of the most vital things to them.

  Thankfully, Leon sits back without saying anything and other than his slightly too-tight grip on the wheel, Luca keeps quiet too.

  I'm more than aware I haven’t been the best at looking after myself, I don't need to be told I look a mess as well.

  "What's this place?" I ask as Luca drives toward a building covered in neon lights.

  "Best burgers in the county."

  My stomach growls once again as he pulls up to the takeout window and orders three of the same meals.

  Leon doesn't say a word about his brother taking control so I sit back and let him do his thing.

  The second the server hands three paper bags over and the scent of the food fills the car my mouth waters.

  He passes them all over to me before driving over to a space to park.

  "Trust me, you've never tasted anything like this."

  He dives into his own bag, unwraps his burger and dives in.

  I'm too fascinated by his enthusiasm to even open my bag.

  "I thought you were hungry?" he mutters when he notices I haven’t so much as moved.

  "Uh… I am. You've got sauce," I say with a laugh, reaching out to wipe the blob from the corner of his mouth.

  I gasp when he wraps his hand around my wrist and brings my thumb to his mouth. I'm totally enthralled as he wraps his lips around my thumb and swipes his tongue over my skin.

  Tingles zero in on my still aching core as he stares at me, his green eyes darkening.

  Holy shit.

  A throat clearing behind me drags me from wherever I drifted off to and I tug my arm out of his grasp.

  His eyes linger on me for a few seconds as I finally rip open my own bag and unwrap my burger.

  "Let?" Luca whispers.

  "Yeah?" I ask, refusing to look at him.

  "Are you okay?" he asks, reaching out and tucking a lock of my hair behind my ear to stop me from hiding behind it.

  "Of course," I force out before shoving my burger into my mouth.

  Truth is, I'm not okay. Not by a fucking long stretch but there's shit all him or Leon can do about that right now.

  I'm still trying to figure out how I'm supposed to complete my little task that's been set by the devil, let alone attempt to process what the hell happened with Kane tonight.

  "You're right. This is insane," I say after swallowing my first bite.

  Finally, Luca's eyes leave me in favor of finishing his food but I know this isn't the end of whatever this is. He wants me to talk, to open up. But as much as I know doing so will probably help, I know he's not the one I need to spill everything to.

  He's not the one I've been lying to.

  And telling him the truth is only going to anger him, and the last thing I want is to be the reason he fucks up the season before it's even started because of a rift with a teammate.

  "We should get you back," Luca says once we've all finished eating.

  I nod because what else can I do? Beg for him to take me with them?

  I'm not scared of Kane turning up in my dorm room. I set myself up for that, after all.

  But right now, I'm tired, frustrated and I really don't want to fall into bed alone.

  The memory of sleeping with both of them in the previous week with their protective arms around me fills my mind.

  But then my memories morph into my time with Kane tonight in the library and my entire body comes to life in a way it never has with Luca and Leon.

  The danger. The hate. The punishment.

  I shouldn't want any of it, but fuck if I'm not craving it right now.

  I lift my hand to my hair and tug a little, mimicking the feeling of him pulling it earlier and the bite of pain I felt all the way down to where he was pounding into me.

  My temperature soars and my pulse thunders beneath my skin, my clit begging for attention, to get the release I was so close to earlier.

  Before I know it, Luca is pulling up in the parking lot behind my building and killing the engine.

  "You want me to walk you up?"

  I stare out around our dark and empty surroundings.

  I got abducted in daylight, I'm not sure there can’t be anything scarier hiding in the shadows than what I've already experienced today.

  "No, I'm good. I'll message you once I'm safe." I wink at him before pushing the door open.

  "You'd better," he warns, but there's no h
arshness to his voice.

  "Thank you for this evening. It was just like old times."

  They both smile at me.

  "See you in the morning," Leon says.

  I nod at them both before slamming the door and taking off toward my building. I keep my eyes focused on where I'm going but the need to look around, to look for him almost gets the better of me. If I didn't know that both Luca and Leon are watching my every move from the car then I might have because my tingles of awareness get stronger with every step I take.

  Micah is at his laptop in the kitchen when I get up to our dorm.

  "Evening," he says, glancing up for the briefest of seconds.

  "Hey," I sigh lightly, grabbing a bottle of water from the refrigerator. "You been working all day?"

  "Pretty much. Ellis had good things to say about you," he adds, lowering his screen so he can pay me some attention.

  "Oh yeah? You been digging for intel?"

  He chuckles. "Not at all. He just said you were cool."

  "That was nice of him. He's a good guy," I say but immediately wince because I'm not actually sure how true that is. He's Victor Harris's son. Is it really possible for him to be a decent human being?

  "I know who his family are, Let," he admits, clearly able to read my reaction.

  "Good, that's good. Just… just be careful, yeah?"

  "I know how to look after myself, Letty. But thanks for the concern."

  "I'm sorry, I'm sure you can. It's just… the Harrises are a special brand of dangerous and I'd hate for you to get tangled up with them."

  A cocky smirk tugs at his lips. It's one I'm more used to seeing on Brax or West than I am on sweet Micah. "Who says I'm not already dangerous?"

  He keeps his face emotionless for all of ten seconds before a wide smile breaks and he bursts out laughing.

  "Were you even half-convinced?" he asks through his laughter.

  "For a second," I lie. I know dangerous cruel bastards, and Micah Lewis isn't one of them.

  "The worst I've ever done is bug my older sister's bedroom when we were kids so I could listen to her girl chat with her friends."

  "You did not?" I gasp although it doesn't escape my attention that he could be useful to me right now.

  "I did," he admits, a blush hitting his cheeks. "I had the biggest crush on one of her friends and I was convinced she liked me too."