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

by Tracy Lorraine

"Fuck, you're everything." I don't mean for the words to spill from my lips.

  Her eyes widen in shock as she registers what I just said.

  In my need to distract her, I wrap her legs around my waist and rub my cock through her folds.

  "Kane, please," she begs as I push the tip in. "I need—"

  "I know," I bark, forcing myself to hold back, to tease her some more but finding it increasingly hard to fight my need for her.

  "Fuck," I growl before thrusting forward and filling her completely.

  "C-condom, Kane."

  I look up from where we're connected.

  "I'm clean."

  "And I don't fucking believe you."

  "Don't you think it's a bit late. I've already taken you once tonight.”

  "Don't care."

  The panic written all over her face is enough to have me pulling out of her and reaching for the top drawer of my nightstand.

  In record time, I have the rubber down my length and am guiding myself back into her velvet heat.

  "Better?"

  She nods as her eyes roll back in pleasure.

  I know she's close, I can read it on every inch of her but she's following my orders for once and not letting herself fall.

  Part of me wants to know why she's not defying me like usual, but the other part really doesn't give a fuck while I'm deep inside her pussy.

  I fuck her like a man possessed and she matches me move for move.

  Her nails scratch while my teeth nip. Our chests heave, our skin red with each other's brutal touch and flushed with sweat.

  "Fuck, Princess. Fuck," I bark, flipping her over and slamming my palm down on her ass cheek.

  She screams so loud that there's no doubt to everyone in this house, and possibly the house on either side has to know what's going on right now.

  Lifting her up on her knees, I take her from behind, slamming into her over and over.

  With her hair wrapped around my fist, I tug harshly, forcing her to arch her back so I can hit her deeper.

  "Kane, Kane, Kane," she cries, her pussy squeezing me impossibly tight.

  Reaching around her, I pinch her clit hard and she detonates.

  Her entire body convulses with her release as she milks my own from me.

  "Fuuuuuck," I groan as my cock jerks and my body collapses on top of hers.

  I pin her to the bed beneath me as I try to catch my breath.

  "Fuck, Princess."

  "I guess I should leave now," she says, shocking the shit out of me.

  "No fucking chance."

  I lift back up, flip her over and straddling her body so she can't hide from me.

  Taking my weight on one hand, I wrap my other around her throat. Her muscles ripple as she swallows and I let my gaze drift down her body.

  She's covered in bite marks, hickeys, and scratches. A smile curls at my lips knowing that I put them all there. My cock swells for more.

  When I get back up to her face, my eyes lock on her swollen lips.

  "We're not fucking done yet," I warn before diving for them.

  We're not done until she has no choice but to think of me every time she moves, every time she looks at any inch of her body.

  I am going to fucking own her.

  22

  Letty

  My body aches but it's soon forgotten when Kane’s fingers pinch my clit and I tumble over the edge once again.

  For someone who started the night refusing to let me fall, he now seems obsessed with how many times he can make me come.

  His cock jerks inside me, once again in a condom. His hand tightens on the tender flesh of my throat and his arm around my waist holds me against his chest, allowing me to feel his heaving breaths.

  "Fuck," he pants, pulling out of me and throwing the condom out of the shower.

  The water rains down on both of us, washing away the sweat of the past few hours.

  When he said he wanted to ruin me, he wasn't fucking joking.

  I can barely feel my legs. I've no idea how I'm holding myself up right now, and I really have no clue as to how I'm supposed to walk back to his bed.

  I can honestly say that I've never been so totally fucked.

  Figuratively and literally, because something tells me that no one else is ever going to be able to give me what he just did.

  I'm becoming addicted to every single one of his vicious touches and his brutal words.

  I'm like a fucking junkie waiting for their next hit, craving the unknown, a part of me is about to sing with a delicious mix of pain and pleasure, what barbed, dirty words he's going to say to me next.

  Part of me wonders if I'm allowing this because deep down I know I deserve it.

  I’ve kept something huge from him and I deserve his wrath even if he still has no clue about what happened.

  Guilt swamps me as the coolness of his shower gel coats my breasts.

  "Kane," I whimper as he plucks at my sore nipples before running his hands over my stomach and down to my pussy.

  It's swollen and so tender but as he touches me, my stomach still clenches and liquid lust fills my core, ready for more.

  "I could fuck you all night long," he groans in my ear.

  "Careful, you sound like you're beginning to enjoy it a little too much," I whisper back.

  "You've no idea how much I enjoy fucking you over, Princess. It's been a long time coming."

  Once he's happy we're clean enough, he flips off the shower and steps out, passing me a towel only a few seconds later.

  We're on weird territory here.

  It's been a lot of years since we were able to be in a room together without throwing insults at each other. It's why I expected him to ruin my plans and send me away the second he'd finished with me.

  Yet, I'm still here. And he just washed me as if he… as if he actually… cares?

  No. He's just proving that deep down under it all there is actually a hint at a decent human being.

  "You want a drink?" he asks when I manage to finally get back to his bedroom on shaky, weak legs.

  "Um… yeah. Water would be great."

  He nods once before disappearing through the door, his body still bare bar the towel around his waist.

  The second the door closes behind him, I feel cold.

  The room is pretty bare, just a couple of pieces of furniture and a pile of clothes ready for laundry. It doesn't look like he's really moved in yet.

  It makes me wonder if he's actually planning on sticking around.

  Him being here, getting into college and being accepted onto the team is… surprising.

  Is it actually all for real or just a scheme on Victor's part to get something he wants?

  The thought makes me shudder.

  I really want to think that this really is Kane trying to make something of his life, but while he’s connected to that asshole, I guess anything is possible.

  He's certainly the only reason Devin is here. No offense to Devin, he's a half-decent guy—family connections aside—but he's not exactly college material.

  Walking over to the dresser, I stop and look at the one personal thing in this room. It's a framed photo of Kane, Kyle, and their parents. They're all in the yard at their trailer in Harrow Creek. Looking at how old they both are, I'd say it wasn't taken too long before they both died.

  My heart aches for them both. No child should lose one parent, but both at the same time in the same fatal collision. Devastating.

  I run my fingertip over a young teenage Kane, wondering if this was the turning point in him changing. The catalyst from where his anger and hate grew. Hell knows that he was pretty easygoing prior to this.

  Footsteps heading my way, force me to back up from the image. There might be a part of me that enjoys the angry side of him, but I'm exhausted. I'm not sure I can handle any more of him. Plus, I'm quickly growing quite fond of the softer side of him.

  "Here," he says, passing a bottle to me.

  The air turns awkward.
I should have got up and left before he dragged me into the shower. This right now, this isn't what we do.

  He places his own bottle on the nightstand, drops the towel around his waist, giving me a shot at his toned ass before he jumps into bed.

  I need to leave, I should leave, but as I glance at my purse that's got the cameras from Victor inside, I know that I can't. I need to stay until I get a shot at planting them.

  Nerves race through me.

  "What's wrong?" he asks and I'm powerless but to look at him.

  He's lying on his side, elbow on the pillow and his head resting on his palm. The sheets are pooled low on his waist, barely covering him and I wonder if he did that on purpose.

  He knows I like his body. Hell, after the past few hours there's no way he can't know.

  His skin is covered in deep gouges and scratches from my nails along with bite marks and hickeys.

  My cheeks burn as I think about the animal he turns me into.

  I didn't look at myself in the mirror in the bathroom, I was too scared to face what was going to look back at me, but I know I look like I've been locked in a cage with a lion, I feel it.

  "W-why haven't you kicked me out?" I don't mean to ask the question but it falls from my lips without instruction from my brain.

  He shrugs as if it's no big deal.

  I stand there in the middle of his bedroom with the bottle of water in my hand and only wearing a towel feeling more awkward than I have in my entire life.

  "Walk out if you want, but I'm not giving you a lift back to the dorms now."

  "Uh…"

  "Or just get the fuck in bed and go to sleep."

  "Y-you want me to sleep in your bed?" I ask, my eyes as wide as saucers.

  "Stop overthinking, Princess. I still hate you."

  "G-good. Me too. Hate you, I mean."

  "Wouldn't expect anything less."

  "C-can I wear one of your—"

  "No," he interrupts.

  "N-no?"

  "Naked or nothing."

  I consider my options but in the end, the decision is taken out of my hands.

  The towel is ripped from my body, the bottle in my hand crashes to the floor and I'm dragged into bed.

  "Sleep," he demands. "Or I'll fuck you again.”

  The latter is certainly tempting but I know it's time I shut this shit down and start closing the lid on the little box I've shoved Kane and all this bullshit inside.

  I just need to wait for him to fall asleep, do what I need to do and then get the hell out.

  I awake with a start, my heart thundering in my chest as I look around the dark room trying to figure out where I am.

  Memories hit me one after another.

  The hood of my car. His bed. The shower.

  Fuck.

  None of that should have happened, but I know I'm the reason it did.

  I set this up.

  His muscular arm pins me to him.

  He's holding me.

  Kane fucking Legend is holding me in his sleep.

  Even though I know it's true. That I can feel his hard body against mine. I find it hard to believe.

  What I do know is that I need to get the fuck out of here.

  Twisting my head, I glance up at his alarm clock.

  Three a.m.

  The house sounds like it's in silence.

  It's now or never.

  Lifting his arm slowly, I slip out from beneath him.

  The second I'm gone, he pulls the pillow I was laying on into his body.

  The sight has a lump crawling up my throat.

  He doesn't look like the angry, hate-filled Creek boy in his sleep. He looks softer, vulnerable, and it makes me wonder who Kane really is underneath the bad boy image.

  But I don't have time to stand here and figure it out, instead, I quickly gather up my clothes and purse before slipping from the room and praying that the hallway is empty and I'm not about to flash any of the Harris brothers.

  I tug my still slightly damp clothes on in record time before rushing down the stairs.

  Pulling the small cameras from my purse, I use the flashlight on my cell to look around the room for ideal places to hide them. He said he wanted to hear what they are up to, not that he wanted to see, so I use that to my advantage and start placing them around the living area.

  Behind the TV. Under the wireless speaker. On the coffee machine.

  I make quick work of securing them in places I really hope won't be spotted too easily and before I have a chance to overthink it, I rush from the house, silently closing the door behind me and all but jogging down the street as I call for an Uber.

  My muscles burn as I move to remind me of what went down last night.

  Did I expect that?

  Yeah, I guess I did. Might have had something to do with why I was wearing one of my shortest skirts and tiny panties.

  By the time I get back to my dorm, I can barely keep my eyes open. But I don't crawl into bed until I've had another shower. A shower that will wash him off of me and out of my head.

  Still, I refuse to look in the mirror. I can't deal with that right now.

  I'll worry about it in a few hours when I need to head to class.

  With my hair still dripping wet, I pull on a tank and pair of boy shorts and all but crawl into bed.

  Every single inch of me aches. The bite marks on my thighs and chest sting from my shower gel but I can't help getting hot just thinking about them.

  Fucking Kane.

  He told me he wanted to ruin me. I didn't think it was possible seeing as he already had a hand in shattering me before, but I fear he might just have accomplished what he set out to because there's no chance of me forgetting tonight.

  It's like he knows exactly what I need, what my perverted mind craves and he gives it all to me and more.

  I think of Luca and Leon.

  Why couldn't it have been one of them to stir whatever this is inside me? To sate the twisted needs I have.

  Why'd it have to be Kane fucking Legend?

  The boy who wants to ruin me for everyone else.

  The boy who hates me more than anyone else.

  The boy I've been lying to for well over a year.

  A single tear slips from my eyes as I think about everything he lost but has no idea he was ever going to have.

  When my alarm goes off the next morning, I can barely move.

  With a groan, I let my arm hang off the bed in the hope I can reach my purse and silence my cell.

  I can't.

  "Fucking hell," I mutter, rolling out of bed to find it on the floor by the door where I abandoned it when I finally got in last night.

  I turn the alarm off and crawl back into bed, telling myself that I'll have ten minutes.

  When I wake again, it's to the sound of Ella knocking and calling out my name.

  Scrambling to grab my cell, I find that an hour and a half has passed and that I really need to leave for class.

  "Fuck. Fuck," I bark.

  "Letty, are you ready?"

  "No," I call back. "Go without me."

  "Is everything okay?"

  "Uh…" I hesitate, trying to come up with an excuse. I can hardly tell her the truth. She'll want to have me committed. "I'm not feeling great. I'm not sure I'm going to make it in."

  "Is there anything I can do?" she asks, not even questioning my lie.

  I smile to myself. I've really landed on my feet here with these guys.

  "No, I'm just going to sleep it off."

  "Okay. If you want me to pick you anything up or whatever just call me, yeah?"

  "I will, thank you."

  "Feel better soon," she says softly before her footsteps disappear and the dorm falls quiet.

  Rolling onto my back, I blow out a long breath.

  He'll have woken up and found me gone by now. Will he have cared that I crept out in the night? Will he have been relieved that we didn't need to do the awkward morning after when he remembered just
how much he hates me and kicked me out on my ass? Or worse, have they found the cameras yet?

  Victor said that Ellis has the equipment to trace them. How often does he do that? Is them getting bugged such a threat that he does it every morning?

  My hands tremble and my heart races as I consider all the options. None of which end well for me. Either Victor will get me for failing this job and follow through with his threats to my family, or the brothers will give him the intel he wants and they'll figure out I was the one who allowed it to happen.

  Either way, I'm fucked and I'm pretty sure Victor knew that.

  Asshole.

  I lie there contemplating life for the longest time. I don't need to look at the clock to know that class has started because my cell starts pinging.

  Lifting it from the bed, I find Luca's name staring back at me.

  Luca: Ella said you’re not well? Are you okay?

  I smile at this concern. It's sure more than I've got from the man who put me in this state.

  Letty: Yeah, just not feeling great. Spending the day in bed. Take notes for me later?

  Luca: Always. Feel better soon. You feel like a visitor later, let me know.

  Letty: Thank you x

  It would be so easy to ask him to come and make me feel better but I know I can't. I can't drag him any farther into this than he already is.

  This is my mess and it's time to put an end to it once and for all.

  These stolen moments with Kane might be fun but I already know that I'm going to be the one hurting at the end of it.

  He's playing a game and the more time we spend together, the more I'm starting to feel things I shouldn't.

  I'm starting to need him, crave him, and that really, really needs to not happen.

  It's long past lunch by the time I drag my ass out of bed, preferring to hide from reality under my covers, but I know I can't disappear from life forever.

  Although the second I turn toward my sink to brush my teeth and I glance at myself in the mirror I wish I could.

  "Fucking hell."

  I look like I've been mauled by a wild animal. I guess I was.

  Lifting my hand, I run my fingers over the red angry bruises that cover my throat. If I didn't know better, I'd think he was trying to kill me.