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

by Tracy Lorraine

  "If I find out you've been involved in anything you shouldn't be, I won't have a choice but to reconsider your position here."

  "Understood, sir." I nod, itching to get out and away from a lecture I don't need.

  "Good. There's only so much I can do if you're going to continue with that… shit."

  "I got jumped on my way home last night. It was nothing," I lie.

  "Be more careful. Now get the fuck out there. I won't have anyone thinking you're not earning your place here."

  "You got it, Coach."

  I take off jogging, my muscles screaming at me as I join the others and start warming up.

  By some miracle, I make it out of practice without any more threats from either Luca or Zayn, but they don't need to say the words out loud. I can read them in their hard stares. They don't want me here. I get that. They want me to fuck up. The chances are that I will at some point. But like fuck am I going to let them intimidate me into thinking I don't deserve this place on the team because I fucking well do. Hell knows I've worked fucking harder—and dirtier—than them to get here.

  I'm early to class even with stopping at the coffee shop for a double espresso and a breakfast wrap.

  I dump my bag on the chair next to me and that, along with the state of my face ensures that no one attempts to sit next to me as the auditorium starts filling up.

  That is until one person slows to a stop beside me.

  I know who it is without looking up. My temperature spikes and my fists curl, cracking my knuckles once more.

  "Tell me that wasn't Luca and Leon," she demands. Her need to protect the two of them from me pisses me off.

  Dragging my bag from the chair, I dump it on the floor with a loud bang.

  "Sit."

  She refuses to move and when I finally glance over, she's got one hip jutted out, her arms crossed over her chest, pushing her tits up in her tank and an irritated expression on her face.

  "I'm not a fucking dog."

  "Did I say you were, Princess? Now sit down… please." I force politeness into my tone and smile up at her. It’s insincere and she knows it.

  “Only because you asked so politely.” She rolls her eyes before dropping her bag to the desk and turns around.

  It’s only then I notice her friend behind her.

  “What the hell are you doing?” her friend hisses, shooting me daggers over Letty’s shoulder.

  “It’s fine,” she assures her friend, who still refuses to look away.

  She’s cute. A petite blonde and she’s staring at me as if I should be scared of her. It’s amusing.

  I blow her a kiss and flash her my winning panty-melting smile but instead of the usual reaction it gets, her face twists in anger.

  “If he tries anything, I’ll sic the boys on him.”

  I roll my eyes at her, just about managing to hold in my snort of laughter.

  Letty whispers something else to her before our professor joins us and she’s forced to find a seat, thankfully, at the other side of the auditorium.

  “Is she for real?” I whisper as Professor Nelson begins our class.

  “She’s just worried and doesn’t trust you.”

  “She doesn’t even know me,” I argue, feigning offense.

  “She knows enough,” Letty mutters as she arranges her books and grabs a handful of colorful pens.

  I can’t help but laugh. Some things never change.

  Her school books used to be full of multi-colored writing and doodles.

  I study her as she copies the title from the board and adds the date.

  A chuckle rumbles up my throat.

  “What?”

  “It’s like sixth grade all over again.”

  “You should probably pay attention seeing as you need help with your assignment," she says, referencing my bullshit excuse to get her attention yesterday.

  I laugh and shake my head. She really believed that shit?

  "Yeah, I guess I should."

  Flipping open my notebook, I slouch down in my seat, widening my knees enough to ensure my thigh bumps against hers.

  Her entire body jolts with the contact and she sucks in a little gasp.

  Leaning over, I lower the tone of my voice and whisper in her ear.

  "Still desperate for my cock, Princess?"

  A barely-there whimper falls from her lips but I hear it, and I feel the waves of heat coming from her.

  "Maybe if you're a good girl, you'll get a reward."

  "Fuck you," she breathes.

  "Oh, that's right. You're not a good girl, are you?"

  Brushing her hair aside with my nose, I bite down on her earlobe hard enough to make it burn.

  "How wet are you right now?"

  "Kane," she growls, but her warning is weak at best.

  "I really should have sat at the back. You could have sucked me off and no one would know."

  Reaching down, I shift myself behind the fabric of my pants, ensuring that Letty sees everything.

  "Nothing gets me harder than imagining you bending to my every whim."

  "Keep dreaming, Legend. You've taken what you wanted, it's not happening again."

  "Is that right?" I ask with a knowing smirk.

  She's fucking soaked for me right now and I know for a fact it wouldn't take much for me to get inside her.

  "I hate you."

  "The feeling's mutual, Princess. But I really love it when you take it out on my cock."

  She growls and shifts away from me, trying to look like she's focused on what Nelson is talking about but I know her head is in the clouds and full of dirty thoughts.

  She sits tensely for the rest of the class and the second the lecture comes to an end she starts packing up. I expect her to hop up and run but she doesn't, she spins to me and pins me with a look that turns me the fuck on.

  "Stay away from me, Kane. Stay away from Luca and Leon. If you ruin this season for them and their chance at being first draft picks next year then I'll never forgive you."

  "Huh, a bit like I'll never forgive you for—"

  "Enough," she snaps. "You've taken what you wanted from me. We're done."

  She stands, tugs her bag up higher on her shoulder and storms away.

  If she believes the words that just came out of her mouth then she really needs to think again because we are so far from being done.

  I don't get a chance to talk to her again for the rest of the day because come statistics, her personal bodyguards are in place.

  The second Luca catches my eye, his narrow in warning. He's itching to continue what he started in the locker room yesterday. I can only imagine he's pissed right now that someone else got to me first.

  I smile at him before moving my eyes over to Letty, ensuring my eyes linger on her long enough that she's no choice but to feel my heated stare.

  She doesn't look up, but I know she's aware of me.

  I can see it in the hard set of her shoulders.

  Just to piss me off, Luca spends the entire class with his arm over the back of Letty's chair. His thumb intermittently stroking her shoulder as if she's his.

  Asshole.

  The second class is over, I blow out of there like the place is on fire without looking at anyone.

  I'm fucking wiped but I've still got a two-hour training session with his highness to get through.

  I knew joining the team, becoming part of Luca's offense would be a fucking challenge but shit. At this rate, we're going to kill each other before our first game next week.

  The thought sure is tempting but as much as I might hate him, he's a fucking killer quarterback. And I hate to admit it, but there's a part of me that's looking forward to playing with him, not against him like we always have in the past. Not that I'd ever admit that to anyone though.

  I forgo dinner after practice and studying doesn't even enter my head as I fall face-first into my bed and almost immediately pass out.

  She manages to avoid me all day Wednesday despite the fa
ct I try to search her out just to rile her up.

  By the time I get back to the house, I've almost decided that I'm going to head to her dorm to see if I can sneak in and prove to her just how wrong she was after class on Tuesday by telling me that we're done.

  Only, it turns out that I don't need to make that much effort because no sooner have I finished my statistics assignment for the next day does my cell buzz on the nightstand.

  I smile when I see her name. Has she been missing me?

  Princess: Is there any chance you could come and help me with something?

  20

  Letty

  Flipping the blade closed, I slip it inside the zip pocket of my purse before pulling out my compact mirror and my lip gloss.

  My cell pings and I lift it up and smile.

  Kane: Leaving now.

  I glance over at my quickly deflating tire and smile.

  Got you, you sonofabitch.

  I saw him today, hiding in the shadows searching for me. Stalking me as if I were his prey.

  It shouldn't have excited me as much as it did knowing that I could see him but he had no idea where I was.

  I wasn't hiding. I was in the campus coffee shop with Ella, Violet, and Micah. But the one-way glass between us meant that I could watch his every move and he had no idea that I was watching as he impatiently searched me out.

  It was the tense look on his face that assured me that he'd fall for this little stunt.

  I'd dreamed it up in the middle of the night when thoughts of him and the things he whispered in my ear during our sociology class played on repeat in my head turning my body into a raging inferno.

  I tried to put as much conviction as possible into my parting words to him because I knew that he would see them as a challenge. There's no way he's going to let me walk away from whatever this is.

  He clearly wants something from me. And right now, I need something from him, so I'm more than willing to play him at his own game.

  I apply a new layer of gloss, before wiping up any stray makeup from under my eyes and smoothing my hair down.

  Thanks to Micah, I managed to find out where the Harrises lived, and as far as I know, Kane lives with them so I headed to their side of town before pulling into a dark layby and setting up my little damsel in distress act.

  My heart thunders in my chest as a set of headlights approach.

  There's a chance some other creep will pull over and try to help me and I pray to God that there are no good Samaritans out tonight who decide to help me out before Kane arrives.

  Thankfully, the car sails straight past and I breathe a sigh of relief.

  It's another five minutes before another car appears at the end of the street. Something feels different about his set of lights and I shamelessly tug my skirt a little higher and lower the neckline of my tank.

  The car slows as my heart thunders so fast that I wonder if I'm about to pass out.

  It's not until I catch the make of the car that I relax a little.

  He might be the devil, but it's better the devil you know, right?

  The gravel of the layby crunches as his old Skyline rumbles to a stop behind my car.

  I suck in a breath when he throws his door open and climbs out.

  He's dressed all in black with his hood up over his head. He looks like every woman's worst nightmare when she's alone on a quiet, dark street with no way to escape.

  I should be terrified. So why is it that my panties get wetter the closer he gets?

  "You must be desperate if you called me to help you," he says, marching right up to me. The light from his headlights illuminating my body and his eyes run the length of me, making my skin burn.

  "Dangerous," he mutters. "Maybe I should have left you to be found by some other guy to make use of you."

  "You'd let that happen, would you? You'd let someone else touch me?"

  He's on me in a flash. He pushes me back against the hood of my car, taking my chin between his fingers.

  His cold, hard eyes hold mine. I can almost hear the chemistry crackling between us.

  The moment I pull my bottom lip into my mouth, his eyes fall to them and his tongue sneaks out to wet his.

  "So?" I taunt, just about able to get the word out with the hardness of his grip.

  "What the fuck do you think?"

  He releases me a little, allowing me to answer.

  "I think that you hate how much you want me," I sass. "You say you want to hurt me, but really deep down in here." I tap against where his black little heart is. "You just want to prove me wrong."

  "How's that?"

  "You want to show me that I should have chosen you all those years ago."

  "Well you were fucking wrong, don't you think? You set all this in motion, Princess."

  "I said yes to a boy, Kane. I didn't sign up for all this bullshit."

  "You killed him."

  My lips curl and I laugh at him.

  "You still trying to sell that story. I did not kill him, Kane. I am not responsible for the actions of him or anyone."

  His fingers tighten until the inside of my cheeks are between my teeth, stopping me from saying another word.

  "Did you want my help or not, Princess?"

  I nod as best I can.

  "Why me?" he asks, his brows drawing together. "Of all the people you could have called tonight, why me?"

  Panic twists my stomach that he can see right through my actions.

  I fight to swallow as saliva fills my mouth faster than I can control.

  He releases me, but he doesn't let me go. Instead, he plants both his hands on the hood of my car on either side of me, pinning me in.

  "B-because everyone else is busy."

  "Everyone?" he asks, his brow quirking.

  I nod. "L-Luca, Leon, Zayn, and the guys are at some team thing."

  He jolts at my words and I know they hit where I intended but he recovers quickly.

  "How unlucky." He smirks. "For you."

  His hands land on my waist and I'm lifted onto the hood of my car.

  "What the—oh God," I gasp as he rips down the neck of my tank, taking my bralette with it and exposing my breasts.

  His lips wrap around my nipple and he sucks so hard it hurts, it sends a bolt of liquid lust straight to my already soaked core.

  He bites down, making me cry out in pleasure. My legs wrap around his waist and I tighten them, sliding down the hood a little until my core presses against his length.

  "Dirty little whore," he murmurs against my sensitive peak as I rub against him, needing everything he can give me.

  Taking both my breasts in his hands, he looks up at me. His hair is falling down into his dark eyes as he looks through his lashes at me.

  "This what you had in mind when you called me?"

  I shake my head, but his smirk tells me that he doesn't believe a word of it.

  "Is everyone else really busy tonight or did you just want to play out one of your wicked fantasies, Princess?"

  "They're really busy," I lie. Well, they probably are busy with studying and stuff but I didn't actually ask any of them what their plans were.

  "So you didn't just want to get fucked on the hood of your car?"

  "No, I want my tire fixed," I gasp as he skims his huge hands down my body and pushes my skirt up around my waist.

  "So pretty," he whispers, running a fingertip along the edge of my pink lace panties. "But such a waste."

  Before I get a chance to ask what he means, he tucks his fingers under the fabric and tugs until the sound of ripping hits my ears.

  "Hey," I cry. "They're my favorites."

  "They're mine now."

  He scrunches them into a ball in the palm of his hand.

  "Fuck, Princess. They're soaked." He lifts them to his nose and I swear my body is about a second away from combusting.

  "Kane," I whimper, and he stuffs the ruined bit of fabric into his back pocket.

  I rock my hips again and a grow
l rips from his throat.

  "Fuck, Princess."

  He pushes his sweats down just enough to release his length. He pumps a couple of times and I stare, fascinated once again by how fucking big it is.

  Asshole's like Kane should not be graced with that girth. It's not fucking fair.

  My thoughts are soon forgotten when he pushes me up the hood a little before lining his cock up at my entrance and dragging me back down.

  "Oh fuck." He stretches me wide and steals my breath, not giving me a chance to recover before he pulls out and slams back in. "Oh God. Oh God."

  "Not God, Princess. Just a fucking Legend."

  I laugh in disbelief at his words but I soon forget when his piercing brushes my G-spot and I cry out once again.

  The release that he denied me in the library surges forward. It doesn't matter that I've got myself off more times than I want to admit to that memory, none of them hit the spot like I know he can.

  He fucks me without touching me and my body screams for more. I need him everywhere. I need to lose myself in the burning sensation of his mouth, of his lips, his teeth.

  Reaching forward, I capture his hand and drag him forward, arching my back and thrusting my tits in his face.

  "Who's calling the shots around here, Princess?"

  "You," I cry as he grinds his hips against mine because I know it's what he wants to hear.

  "Correct. It'll do you good to remember that."

  His hands wrap around my hips, his fingertips digging into the healing bruises from the other day.

  "Your biggest concern should be whether I'm going to let you come this time."

  "I'll fucking kill you," I warn, much to his amusement.

  "Oh, Princess. That I would pay to see."

  One of his hands releases me and skims up my body, gripping on to my breast and squeezing until I cry out in pain. He pinches my nipples making my pussy clench around him before his hand settles around my throat.

  I swallow harshly and he smiles knowing that I'd never admit it, but I fucking love this right now. I love that he doesn't treat me like I'm made of glass and about to shatter, no matter how likely I am to do just that once this is all over.