Ugly Girl: Aston Creek High (Book 1)

by Sheridan Anne

  “What about the girl?” I ask, looking over her.

  Blake scans the page. “I don’t know. It says her name is Daniella Peirce. I think she’s just a friend.”

  I shake my head, having a bad feeling about this. “I don’t know. Something screams that there’s more to this picture.” I sit back in my chair as Blake continues scanning the page and tears off a piece of paper to slip in as a bookmark.

  I pull out my phone and type in Lucas Valery and Danielle Peirce then start scrolling through the search results until something pulls at my attention.

  I open the page and my brows fly up into my hairline. “Holy shit. Check this out,” I rush, throwing my hand out and shoving the phone in Blake’s face. “There’s a warrant out for his arrest. Rape, Blake. He raped her.”

  “Raped who?” he demands, stealing the phone from my hands and looking for himself.

  “Daniella. Twenty-something years ago.”

  “No,” he says, not wanting to believe that the man who raised him was capable of something like that, though he knows it’s true. “He…he wouldn’t have.”

  Fuck. I let out a strangled sigh. I guess now is the time to finally set the record straight.

  “Blake,” I say, meeting his eyes, letting him see the pain and anguish that I hold deep down inside. “He would have. Believe me, he’s more than capable.”

  Blake sits up taller and swallows as his eyes search my face. “What are you saying, Sky?”

  “I’m saying that what he did to her, he did to me. We need to do something about this.”

  Blake’s face pales as he draws in a deep breath. “No. You didn’t say that. You just…I thought he just hurt you.”

  “What do you think ‘hurt me’ is supposed to mean, Blake?” I question, willing the tears to stay at bay. “Over the past few years, how many times have I come to you saying that he touched me? Not one of those times had me ready to leave it all behind and start fresh. Ask yourself, Blake. Why would this time have been so different?”

  He throws his arms around me and I hear him trying to gain control of his emotions. “I’m so sorry, Sky. If I realized, I…I…”

  “No, nothing, Blake. There’s nothing you could have done. It happened and going back there and beating his ass isn’t going to take away the memory of it. Just let it go.”

  Blake pushes back and flies up out of his seat before pacing in front of the table. “I can’t just let this go, Sky. I have to…I don’t know. I have to do something.”

  “We did do something. We got the hell out of there and started fresh. We’re moving on from that chapter of our lives.”

  “He can’t just go unpunished,” Blake demands, yelling way too loud before visibly trying to calm himself. “I’m sorry, I’m just…I’m trying to calm down. I’m just so angry for you.”

  “I know,” I tell him, reaching out and taking his hand.

  Blake’s eyes meet mine across the table as understanding dawns. “That’s why you’ve been sleeping with dad’s knife,” he says. I nod and he continues. “I figured it just made you feel safer in a new place, or I don’t know, made you feel closer to dad.”

  “It’s so much more than that,” I agree. “I won’t ever let a man touch me without my consent again. If someone comes at me, I’m going to be ready.”

  Blake nods. “What are we going to do about this?” he asks, nodding towards my phone that still has the arrest warrant up.

  “I don’t know, we’ve already told them who we are and where we came from. Clearly, he made the new identity to escape jail time. If we tell them what we know, they could take him down.”

  Blake looks hesitant. “You realize who we’d be messing with, right? It’s one thing to run away, but to go to the police with this? It’s dangerous.”

  I nod, trying to think it over. “I don’t know,” I tell him. “I want him to go down for this, but I don’t know what I’m willing to risk to make it happen.”

  “Okay,” he tells me, squeezing my shoulder. “Why don’t you sleep on it and we’ll talk tomorrow. Whatever you decide, I’m with you. High road or the low road, we do this together. Now, get your ass to class. I have a feeling you’re already getting close to being thrown out of this place.”

  I grin up at my brother, seeing his comments for what they are; a distraction to get his mind off the heavy shit that’s just been discussed. “Yes, sir,” I laugh with a salute. “Right away, sir.”

  Blake nods and gives me a cheesy as hell grin. “Now, that’s more like it,” he says, before grabbing his shit and hightailing it out of here.

  Chapter 16

  I stare up at my blackened ceiling, desperately trying to find sleep, but even with my knife curled inside my palm, the sweet unconsciousness never comes. Every time I close my eyes, I see his face, his hands on my body, the sharp pain as he forced himself inside of me.

  When will this end? I need to forget. I need to feel again. I need to take back control.

  I always thought of sex as fun, but now it seems like this scary, humiliating thing used to torture women into obedience. I once enjoyed it, especially when it was with someone who cared for and treated me as a woman should be treated. But Lucien ruined it for me. He took everything magical away and blackened my soul.

  I doubt I’ll ever enjoy sex again.

  After the threat of marriage was thrown at me, my life spiraled out of control. Part of the deal was my virginity and I was determined to do anything to ruin this deal, so I did what anyone else would have done and dealt with my virginity myself. No virginity, no deal, right? Fucking wrong.

  I had only just turned fifteen when I jumped in the sack with Liam Townsend. Big mistake, like huge fucking mistake. We both fumbled around, hardly knowing what went where, but despite it feeling like a fish out of water flopping around on top of me, it was still fun. Liam made sure I was okay, and after he came two seconds later, he got me an orange juice in his little brother’s spider-man glass. Thinking back on it, it was absolutely ridiculous but it was worth it.

  That moment with Liam took the fear of sex out of me. I knew what to expect and from there on, we stuck together and learned from each other. He wasn’t my boyfriend, but people at school could tell something was going on. He taught me everything I needed to know, and I did the same for him.

  We each moved on to bigger and better things after a few months of fooling around and I’ve never looked back…until now.

  Now I feel like I don’t even know who I am. My body doesn’t feel like my own, and I don’t know how I’ll ever let a man touch me again. I was close with Damian the other night, but who knows if I would have let him get to home base? Maybe I would have panicked and chickened out like a little bitch. I don’t know, but I want to.

  I need to know how far this fear goes. I need to know how crippled I’ve become, but what’s more, I need to overcome it.

  I let out a shaky breath as my brain takes me somewhere it really shouldn’t, but the second the thought passes, I’m throwing the blankets back and slipping out of my bed.

  I’m taking back control. I’ve had enough of this bullshit. I can’t let the fear of Lucien continue to hold me hostage. This is my body not his and I’ll do with it as I please, and right now, I need to forget.

  I grab my jacket and slip my arms through the sleeves then push open my window and slip out. I must be crazy for doing this, but there’s only one real way that I can know how deep this fear runs.

  I walk for fifteen minutes, pulling my jacket close to my body as the late autumn chill begins seeping into my bones. Life would be so much easier if I had a car. I know Shay and Ben promised me one, but is it really fair to ask for it? Maybe it’s time to stand on my own two feet and get a job.

  I get to where I need to be and stare up at the house, trying to remember if this is the right place. The last time I was here, I ran out like my ass was on fire. Who knows? I might be about to bust down the doors of the wrong horny teenager.

  Shaking the
uncertainty from my mind, I go for it. I don’t know whether his parents are home, but really, my desperation to seek out answers has my care factor dropping to sub-zero. Besides, I get the feeling that he isn’t a stranger to having girls in his room at all hours of the night. In fact, I wouldn’t completely be surprised if I walk in to find him already busy.

  I walk up to his front door and push my way through before hesitantly looking around. The door was unlocked and makes me wonder why. Around here, it’s crucial to have your doors locked, it’s downright careless not to.

  The lights are all out and the only sound is coming from upstairs. I creep through the house, following what sounds like a PlayStation. I get to the top and smile to myself as I see the flashing light coming from his cracked door.

  I head straight for it, knowing it’s now or never.

  I push the door open and find Damian slouched over his couch with his PlayStation controller in his hand. The only light in the room comes from his TV and I watch in amusement as his head whips in my direction. His eyes bug out of his head and he hits pause on his controller then sits up on the couch.

  “The fuck? What are you doing here?”

  My eyes travel over his body, knowing he’ll be down for this. I take a hesitant step into his room and watch as he raises off the couch and slowly stalks towards me. After all, what else would he assume I'm here for?

  I walk toward him, letting my jacket fall from my arms. I meet him in the middle and place my hand against his chest as he takes my waist. His eyes flick back toward his open door, checking for his parents before dropping his heated gaze back to mine. I raise my chin, letting my lips gently brush past his.

  “Skylah,” he says in a no-bullshit tone. “Why are you here?”

  The answer is damn obvious but he’s going to make me say it. “I need you to make me forget.”

  “Forget what?”

  I shake my head. “Talking ain’t part of the deal.”

  He studies me for a moment before a slow grin spreads wide over his face. His fingers tighten on my waist and a thrill rushes through me as he drops his lips to the sensitive skin of my neck. His tongue teases me and goosebumps instantly begin raising over my skin.

  A shiver rocks through me and I reach for the bottom of his shirt before sliding my hands up his warm skin and exploring the feel of his tight abs. They’re perfect, exactly as I thought they’d be. My hands travel up over his defined pecks and up to his shoulders before he makes things easier for me and shrugs out of his shirt.

  He’s so warm and inviting and as his hands return to my body, I start to realize that maybe I can do this after all.

  His fingers splay on my back as he pulls me in close to his body. I tilt my head to the side, allowing him more access and my body finally begins to relax when something presses into my back.

  My body stiffens like a board as my heart takes off at a sprint. Hands are placed at my hips and I sense their eyes meet above my head.

  Oh, holy fuck.

  I glance around the room. Two phones tossed carelessly on the bed, two controllers set up from the PlayStation, two glasses on the bedside table, two plates. Fuck. How could I be so oblivious to the fact that he was here?

  Damian’s hold tightens on my waist and he grins down at me with hunger in his eyes, but it’s the beast of a man at my back who has my breath coming in hard. I don’t dare turn back in fear of giving myself away. What’s this intense need building within me and why do I need him to touch me so bad?

  Slade’s hand moves from my hip around to my stomach and his fingers dip into the waistband of my jeans. I feel his breath tickling my ear. “We can make you forget, Virago,” he murmurs low, making shivers travel down my spine.

  We?

  Shit.

  I don’t dare respond.

  It’s one thing coming here to seduce Damian to find out if I’m capable of putting the past behind me, but it’s another to have a dirty threesome with Slade Fucking Cruz. Though, I’m damn positive that getting jiggy with the two of them is guaranteed to make me forget. Hell, I’m bound to forget my damn name.

  I swallow hard as a soft, devilish chuckle comes from Damian. Slade growls deep in his throat and one second, I’m wedged between their strong bodies and the next, he spins me so fast that I have a hard time keeping up.

  I stare up at him with Damian’s dick now pressed firmly against my ass. Slade’s eyes are hooded and darker than I’ve ever seen them, and with the glow of the TV shining against his warm skin, I’m putty in his hands.

  He takes my chin firmly between his thumb and forefinger. “You want this?”

  Hell yes, I do, but why do I have such a hard time admitting it? Maybe he’s about to pull the rug out from under me, tell me this is all a sick joke and leave me high and dry. He’s too wild, too unpredictable.

  With Damian, it’s a guaranteed good time, but with Slade, it’s a fucking adventure.

  His voice drops low as his eyes dip to my starving lips. Impatience appears in his eyes as he demands an answer. “I’m not going to touch you unless you tell me you want this. So, what’s it going to be, Virago? Do you want us to make you forget?”

  My tongue runs along my dry lips and I meet his eyes before finally giving in. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I want to forget.”

  Something passes between us and for a moment I wonder if he can sense my pain, but thankfully he doesn’t say a word, just keeps his eyes locked on mine as he presses in harder against my body.

  Slade reaches for my cropped tank and peels it up over my head, leaving me standing before him in a black lacy bra. His heated gaze sweeps over my body with appreciation and the floodgates open wide.

  Damian’s lips drop back to my shoulder and my arm curls up around his neck as Slade ever so slowly lowers his lips to mine.

  The anticipation builds and for a moment I’m left wondering if he’s going so slow just to torture me or if he’s hesitant about kissing me, terrified it could mean something more.

  The need within me grows too much and instead of waiting for it, I take. I push up onto my tippy-toes as my other hand curls up around his neck and pulls him down to me. I’ve had my hands on him before, but nothing like this. His skin burns mine at my touch but I don’t get a second to think on it any longer before his lips finally press down on mine.

  Electricity blooms within me and our lips begin moving against one another’s. I’ve never felt anything like it. The pleasure, the ecstasy, the desire, it’s all too much.

  There’s simply no more denying it; there’s a connection between us and it’s something so much more than just physical.

  My eyes close as pleasure rocks through me and I find my body sinking against Slade. He holds me up as Damian continues torturing my neck with his talented mouth while his hand dips down between my legs. He cups my pussy and presses his palm against my clit, making me groan into Slade’s mouth.

  I feel Damian’s grin against my skin as I grind down against his hand, needing more.

  These boys have hardly started yet and I’m already on the edge. This is going to be incredible. What was I thinking of spending the past two weeks hating on them when I could have been getting the royal treatment?

  Damian pushes my bra strap off my shoulder and Slade goes a step further by reaching around me and unclasping it. The flimsy material gets stuck between our three bodies, but Damian is quick to tear it free and toss it carelessly to the floor.

  Slade pulls back and looks down at me in hunger, watching the desire on my face as I grind against Damian’s hand. He trails his fingers over my skin, up over my stomach until he brushes his knuckles across my breast.

  I suck in a breath and his eyes come back to mine. I don’t know what he sees. Maybe crazed desperation, need, and desire. Hell, I might even appear terrified but either way, he doesn’t stop.

  Slade’s hands wind back down my body until he grabs my ass and hoists me up into his arms. His show of strength astounds me and turns me on in ways I wasn
’t ready for. Without missing a beat, his lips drop to my breasts and he sucks my nipple into his mouth as he walks me over to the bed.

  I’m laid down and the two of them hover over me as I try to work out how the hell we’re going to do this. I can’t say I’ve ever been involved in a threesome before but from the way these two move around each other, I’d dare say this isn’t new territory for them.

  Getting his first look at my body, Damian’s eyes roam over me as Slade reaches for the waistband of my jeans. I raise my ass up from the bed and allow him to draw them down my legs. He does it so damn slow and the devilish smirk on his face tells me that he knows exactly what he’s doing.

  My jeans are tossed to the floor beside my tank and bra and the next thing I know, Slade is dropping to his knees between my legs while Damian is getting comfortable on the bed beside me.

  Holy hell.

  I find myself raising onto my elbows to watch the show as Slade hooks his fingers into the sides of my thong and tears it from my body.

  I’m left breathless. Fuck, that was hottest thing I’ve ever seen, second to Slade Cruz kneeling between my legs.

  Our eyes lock and he moves in, trailing his fingers up my inner thigh and leaving goosebumps in his wake. I feel his breath on me and I watch in anticipation as his tongue runs along his bottom lip.

  So close, just a little further.

  For a moment, I forget Damian is even here.

  Slade’s mouth comes down over me and my eyes roll into the back of my head. His tongue is pure magic and as it swirls around my clit, I’m pretty sure that I die and go to whore heaven. I groan out but my needy moans are swallowed as Damian’s lips come down over mine and forces me to lay back, taking away my show.

  Damian cups my breasts and lightly pinches my nipples between his fingers as Slade works me with the skill of the devil.

  I’ve never had it like this. It’s pure heaven and I realize that without a doubt, that I’m more than strong enough to be putting the past behind me. If I’m capable of allowing myself to feel like this with no fear and no hesitation, then I’m going to be just fine.