My Star doesn’t like being violent, especially with me. That’s not us.
Immediately, she wraps her arms around my neck and then soon, our lips are fused together in a hot, sleek kiss that literally takes my breath away.
I don’t think I’ll ever tire of being kissed by this girl. Her tongue ring twisting with my tongue, literally fucking me right then and there but its angry.
This kiss is angry.
She is angry and so am I.
Lust grows and intensifies between us and I just want to sink into her, fucking all that anger out of our system.
“Why?” She croaks out, biting my lower lip as she does.
I groan, feeling myself get impossibly hard. She continues kissing me but I know what she’s looking for, she wants to hurt me as much as she is hurting inside.
She wants me to feel the turmoil that she is going through but fuck my life, I feel everything she feels only on steroids.
She makes me face things that I would rather ignore, but with her, I can never ignore anything. Not even the danger that I’m trying to show her. The danger that just made itself apparent tonight.
“Were you ready for that?” I start, when she starts kissing my neck, marking me with her bites. Fuck.
“No, asshole!” She screams. “No one is ever ready for their lives to be upended but it happens anyway! What I wasn’t ready for is that you fucking knew but you still fucking lied. . .”
I don’t let her finish that sentence, kissing her until I know that her fucking lips will be bruised and everyone will fucking know that she was kissed by me. Claimed by me.
I start walking towards my car, feeling so damn horny and angry at the same time, it’s not something that she wants but I’ll re-direct that anger in her before it destroys her. I’ll give her an outlet for all that pent-up hurt, anger and confusion.
“Look around at all of this and fucking tell me that you were ready for this?” I demand and lay her down over the hood of my car. The engine is still warm so I know she won’t be cold.
Without a fight she lies there and I kick her legs apart, and then start kissing her in earnest. She moans and moves wantonly below me, aligning her hot and definitely wet core with my hardness. And then we are grinding over the hood of my car.
She moans in my ear when I bite her hard as diamonds nipples through her flimsy shoulder top thing that she wears the heck out of.
“How?”
“The great Philip King let it slip one night, years ago.” I won’t tell her that it’s been the talk of the town since they moved in. Richard doesn’t look like George or Astraea. It was clear to see that they had a different father.
I unbutton her jeans and slip my hand into her lace panties, and find what I knew I would. Her wet heat, clenching in anticipation. My Star doesn’t know it yet, but she gets off on danger and heightened emotions. We are more alike and strangely different at the same time that I swear, the lines get blurred whenever we are together.
“Ace.” She cries, her eyes rolling back.
“I know, let me make you feel better.” I soothe, as I slip two fingers in her. “Let me release that sting.” I groan into her ear, feeling the synchronized beating of our hearts.
She’s hurting right now, and because of that, so am I. She’s breaking apart in front of my eyes and it’s all my fault.
She needs a release, and fuck my life, I’ll give her anything she needs, anything she craves, I would give it to her. I would cut off my own hand, just to make that vicious pain, that distraught look on her gorgeous, tear stained face, go away.
Astraea twists me up inside and she doesn’t even know it.
Her sweet pussy clenches, gripping my fingers in a way that I wish with everything in me that she was gripping my dick. But neither one of us is ready to start some shit that we can’t finish out here.
“Why didn’t he tell me?” Tears are streaming down her cheeks, her lips gasping out moan after sexy moan as I pump my fingers into her.
“George wasn’t ready yet. He was still trying to figure out what happened four years ago.” I groan into her ear, feeling her tight walls clench around my fingers.
God, she’s perfect. Her sensual body comes alive with each thrust. How can anyone violate this?
I grit my teeth, refusing to go back there as our gazes collide. I see the world in her eyes. I see our future. I see us. And fuck everyone that’s threatening this, it will always be fucking us. Not my Star and. . .
I start fucking her with my fingers faster, watching her face twist with each emotion that she is feeling until she screams into the night as her orgasm comes rushing through her.
“You’re mine.” I can’t help the growl that leaves me. “Tell me you’re fucking mine, Star.”
I hit her sweet spot again and again until she screams. “Yours! Just yours!”
I silence her scream with a long, slow kiss, fucking her mouth the best way I know how. Connecting with her, trying to tap into that vicious mind of hers but I can still feel the rage within her.
Tonight has been a motherfucker and I know she isn’t ready to process it yet. Hell, she might never be ready to face what happened tonight or forgive me for keeping all of this from her.
She returns my kiss, her arms wrapped around my neck, her fingers massaging the back of my neck. I groan, feeling our mutual tension expand between us. I need this girl. I’ve needed her since before I ever realized it.
But before I can enjoy the taste of her, the feel of her in my arms, she bites down on my lower lip again, hard, until I taste the tangy metallic taste of blood, then she pushes me away and I notice the fiery, stormy look in her eyes.
“That still doesn’t give you the right to kiss me like that and then lie to me at the same time.” She seethes, sitting up straight on the hood of my car. Then she pushes me away and I let her, watching her with a hooded gaze as she jumps off the hood of the car and walks over to the passenger side, opening the door.
“Take me to the party.” She demands.
And with those eyes that cut me into unrecognizable pieces, her sassy spitfire tongue that I can’t get enough of, she gets into the car and shut the door with a loud bang. Never once taking her eyes off of me.
I have never felt so used in my life.
This girl will burn me if I let her. She’s going to burn us both, but it’s neither one of us that lit the match.
Fuck.
I text Kim on our way back to the estates. She tells me that Noah took her back to his house and she’s feeling pretty awkward and isn’t ready to meet Noah’s mother. So I tell her to walk over to the front gate of my house and wait for me there and by the time a brooding, silent and angry Ace drops me off, she is already there.
She whistles as soon as she sees me.
“What?” I question, grabbing her hand so we quickly start crossing the front lawn, walking over to the side of the house where there is a little path that goes straight to my side of the house.
No way am I risking seeing anyone in that house by using the front door, especially my fucking whore of a mother.
What has this life become? Urgh, I just want to scream.
“Nothing, it’s just that you have that wild, ‘I just got fucked but I still want to wreck havoc’ look going on.” She says, her gaze on me. “I like it, it’s better than the ‘I just puked my guts out on the Westbrook Blues High football field’ look.”
“Oh, you mean that state-of-the-art, multi-million dollar football field? It’s no biggie.”
Kim bursts out laughing but I’m feeling restless. I feel so damn agitated, angry and a bit shaken by everything that has happened tonight. And to think, I thought Ace only ever wanted my attention back then. . .yet now as I think about it, each time I ever mentioned spending time with an almost absent father, Ace would do something to prevent that from happening.
He knew even back then that Richard wasn’t my father but he never told me. George never told me! Why didn’t I see it? Then
there is the thing from four years ago. . .
No. I’m not going back there!
The questions buzz around my head like fucking bees in a trap. When did George find out? What the hell happened for him to know that, did Richard or my mother say something back then? And why the fuck did he not tell me?
Why was he so secretive? Did George know that we were born as triplets? So many fucking questions. . .
“If only we could get Brittney to plant her blotchy face in that vomit, yeah, my year, no, my life would be made.” She says but her voice is hard as soon as she mentions Brittney’s name.
“Yeah, I just hope she won’t be at the fucking party because I want to have a good time without that snake slithering around. I’ve had a hard day already.” I groan.
I can feel the tense muscles throughout my body even after Ace gave me an earth-shattering orgasm on the hood of his car—our favorite car it seems. I mean, we fight in there, we talk, but we make out and grind on each other on the hood. . .
I spot the hidden door as soon as we get there but when I try to open it, it’s locked.
“Uh, I don’t think going to this party is such a good idea, Raea. You don’t look too good and the entire school will be there.” Kim warns.
“That’s why we are going up there to freshen up.” I point at my balcony, then jiggle the handle, trying to find a way to open the fucking door as if that will unlock it.
“Raea.” Kim starts again. I know what she’s thinking. I know she has my best interests at heart. I know she heard everything but I look at her with tears in my eyes. Pleading.
“I need this. I need to let loose. Please.”
I don’t bother telling her that I feel like I might just combust from within if I’m left alone. I don’t even know what I will do if I’m left alone, in a room full of. . .silence.
I don’t think I would survive the night.
Kim sighs as she looks at me, then squeezes my hand with a firm, warm touch that warms my chilled bones. “Okay, sweetie. But not looking like that!” She points at my wrinkled one shoulder top.
“Yes ma’am, fashion police.” I salute her. “Now to open this freaking door. . .”
“You know, I was wondering how you were going to get in OO7.” A deep voice comes from behind, startling us. I let out a little scream as Kim tightens her hold on my hand.
We turn around simultaneously, only to find fucking Noah standing there, with a shit eating grin on his face, shirtless and flexing his pecs, watching us.
“What the hell asshole! Why did you just deepen your voice?” Kim demands, swatting Noah’s arm.
“That’s my regular voice.” He says in that fucking deep voice again. I roll my eyes because he’s clearly deepening his voice on purpose.
“What do you want, Noah?” I demand. I’m so fucking angry at Noah and Emmett, but not as much as I am livid with Ace. He makes me so damn angry and makes me feel better at the same time, I feel like my head will explode each time I’m with him.
“Came to give you the key.” Noah starts as he looks at me, his normal voice back. “And I also wanted to see how you are feeling.”
“You mean after your lying, manwhore self, left me there facing the devil?”
“We didn’t actually leave you per se. . .”
“You just withheld so much information from me and then stood there like freaking statues as my world and everything I thought I knew crumbled? Yeah, I got that part.” I grit out, feeling the pounding of my heart as I stare at his gorgeous features.
How is it that these boys knew all along about my life? MY life and all the dirty, embarrassing exploits that my mother indulged herself in, but never once told me!
“I don’t have anything to justify that with.” He breathes out softly. At least he has the decency to look remorseful about it!
“You could have at least warned me about it, damn you!” I seethe.
“Baby Blue. . .” He starts as he takes a step closer to me.
“Just give me the fucking key Noah and get out of my sight. I don’t want to hurt you right now.” I grit out. I know Noah, probably more than anyone. He’s more sensitive than anyone thinks and he does take a person’s words to heart. I don’t want to hurt him with my reckless tongue tonight.
“Fuck, for a moment there, I thought big Alex made you feel better. You know after he took you to his. . .”
Kim swats his arm again to shut him up but I’m not amused at all.
My world, my entire life was built upon one huge lie. The same woman that made sure to get me out of her son’s life still doesn’t want me anywhere near him. She just blew up my life and Noah expects me to ‘feel better’?
Were you ready for any of it?
I can hear Ace’s question in my head.
Who is ever ready to face the devil? Who is ever ready to have their life and everything that they know, blow up in their fucking face? Who?
“The key, Noah.” I impatiently demand, feeling like I will break down and cry again but I won’t fucking do that. I won’t cry in front of anyone ever again. I have to keep my fucking chin up, and fuck shit up as much as I can. Starting with this party that I can hear music thumping real loud, the music coming from up the estates, from one of the biggest mansions I’ve ever seen. It does sound and looks like a King’s Hill party alright.
“Yeah, sure.” He says as he passes the lone key to me. “I’m so sorry Baby Blue, there wasn’t an easy way to tell you but we were going to tell you though.”
“I’m so mad at you, I don’t even know where to start.” I whisper. Somehow the words are trapped inside of me, I can’t describe how I feel right now. Hell, I haven’t processed shit.
“I know and I deserve that. But don’t shut me out, please.” His eyes are fixed on me. He watches me until I sigh and he wraps his arms around me, crashing me into him and I all but melt into him. This boy. . .
“I’m sorry.” He whispers in my hair, but I’m still a bit tense. At this point, I’m getting numb from everything that has just happened tonight.
“Best friends still?” He questions.
“I’m seriously debating it.” I fire back.
“Yeah, you love me.” He says and I can feel him smiling, probably that charming smile of his.
“Yeah well, get ready to grovel.” I say, stepping away from him and towards the door. “By the way, how did you know we would use this door?”
“I was kinda watching you sneak across your own yard or maybe not.” He says with a wolfish smile.
“Yeah, but how do you know about the door?” I question, eyebrow raised. I thought only Ace knew about it.
“Oh that. We had these ‘oh so secret’ doors secured in all our cribs, directly connected to our rooms.” Noah says, then out of nowhere, he takes out a bottle—a whole bottle—of Jack Daniels. I watch incredulously as he unscrews the cap and then proceeds to take a swig.
“Whose idea was it?” I question, somewhere in my mind it occurs to me that I want to get into my brother’s locked room. Did he also have one of these on his side of the mansion?
“George’s actually. The guy loved architecture.” He says, taking another swig of the strong drink. I eye the bottle.
“What?” He asks as he catches my eye. “It’s been a hard night and the evil eye you are giving me could freeze over hell and the entire earth.”
“Well, do you blame me?” I demand and reach over for the bottle. It doesn’t hit me in that moment that I am about to take a drink of poison. I mean, I’ve worked so hard not to drink at all but I don’t even bat an eye as I force the first swallow down my throat.
“Easy, that’s some hard. . .”
Until the burn hits me. I start coughing and wheezing, feeling the bitter burn of the hard liquor.
“Stuff.” Noah finishes.
I ignore him, then take another swig as Noah starts talking to Kim in low tones, clearly that conversation is not meant for me to hear.
“No!” Kim sternly says
.
I think I spoke too soon, but whatever, I’ll keep drinking this burning drink. Maybe it will numb some of the aches and the buzzing in my head that keeps growing louder and louder just by being so damn close to this house. Just by being in Westbrook Blues, period.
“Get lost, Noah.” Kim says again.
I watch as Noah steps closer to her, a dark glint in his eyes, watching Kim. I watch as he stalks closer to her like a predator, and she backs away like she knows she is the prey. He backs her up until she is practically glued to the wall of the mansion, in the shadows but I can still see them. I watch as Noah leans in and whispers something in her ear.
Kim’s entire body trembles. They are practically glued together at this point and I watch as Kim’s eyes widen further and a blush touches her cheeks but I can’t for the life of me hear what Noah is saying.
They are going to fuck whether I like it or not.
I take another swig, allowing the burn to stay and linger. And then, I take another one.
Kim pushes Noah away but he has a smirk on his face.
“You are nothing but a piece of shit!” Kim seethes, suddenly so damn angry and flustered.
“I never claimed to be a saint. But I’ll figure you the fuck out, Allory.” Noah retorts.
Their gazes locks and hold, as if they are engaged in some kind of battle that the world isn’t part of so, I ignore them and take another swig of Jack. Kim looks like she wants to strangle Noah and he looks just as angry.
The thing about Noah and Kim is that, they look so fucking hot together, like they just. . . fit. They both have similar tastes in expensive fashion, they know how to steal a show and make it their own but then, they have so much that’s concealed underneath those gorgeous exteriors. So much so that I suspect they would burn each other, and send each other to hell.
This won’t be pretty. They are going to destroy each other flirting with violent, untamed, raging fires like they’re doing now.
I can recognize the signs. Hell, I see them in my blue eyed breath of death. . .
Kim then looks at me, pleadingly. “Can we go now?” Clearly dismissing Noah who is watching her, his jaw ticking.
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