Torment Her: A Dark High School Romance (Rebels at Sterling Prep Book 5)

by Caitlyn Dare

  She trips over her own feet in her haste to get to me, and I just about manage to jump down in time to catch her.

  "Whoa." I take the bottle from her hand. "I think you need to slow down a little."

  "I'm good," she says, looking up at me and batting her eyelashes. Her small hands run up my chest and lock behind my neck. "You're so hot," she slurs.

  My lips part to respond, to once again let her down gently, when movement over her shoulder catches my eye.

  "Fuck," I breathe as my eyes lock with Kenny's before they drop down her barely clad body.

  My mouth waters in a way that was all too absent when Aimee moved toward me in her tiny dress. My cock starts to swell as I imagine ridding Kenny of the few clothes she’s wearing. Until someone steps up behind her.

  Aaron wraps his arm around her waist, encouraging her forward. She pays no attention to whatever he's saying to her, because her eyes are shooting daggers at Aimee's back.

  He swipes a bottle of vodka from the side and passes it to her. She wastes no time in twisting the top and lifting it to her lips.

  She downs half of it almost without blinking before lowering it when Aaron steps into her personal space and leans down to say something into her ear.

  Aimee's body presses against my front, but the heat of her skin does nothing for me.

  Kenny smiling up at Aaron, however, ignites a fire inside me that I have no chance of extinguishing any time soon.

  Before I know what's happening, Aimee is up on her tiptoes and her lips are brushing against mine.

  My eyes widen in shock right as Kenny glances over. If she's affected at all by seeing another girl attached to my face, then she doesn't show it.

  She's either a much better actress than I ever remember her being, or she's not lying and there really is nothing between us anymore.

  My body acts on instinct and my lips move against Aimee's. I shouldn't do it, deep down I know that, but the hurt that's been only getting worse since Kenny first woke up and ignored me is starting to get too much to bear.

  Her tongue passes my lips right as Aaron leads Kenny toward the dancefloor.

  She doesn't even fucking look back.

  Anger erupts to the point at which my head starts to spin, and I pour every single ounce of it into Aimee's kiss. My hand threads into her hair and grips harshly. Her actions still for a beat, but it doesn't stop me.

  It's not until her hand slips under the fabric of my shirt and her fingertips brush over my abs that reality slams into me.

  "I'm... I'm sorry," I mumble against her lips, carefully pushing her away. The move is way gentler than I want it to be, but none of this is Aimee's fault.

  It's mine.

  All of it is mine.

  "Conner, don't you..." she trails off, tears already starting to fill her eyes.

  "I'm sorry, Aimee. I shouldn't have..." I don't hang around long enough to finish the sentence. Instead, I march to the edge of the dancing couples and look for Kenny and Aaron.

  I find them almost instantly. His face is tucked into the crook of her neck, her head is thrown back, and his hands are so high on her legs he's almost exposing her ass to the entire room.

  Oh, no. No, no, fucking no.

  Before I think about my actions, I'm right in front of the two of them and pulling her out of his hands.

  "Conner," she screeches, her eyes wide in shock. "What the hell are you—argh," she screams as I lift her from the ground and throw her over my shoulder.

  "Let's go."

  "Conner, my ass," she screams, desperately trying to cover herself up.

  "You didn't give a shit a second ago when Aaron was about to lift your fucking skirt around your waist," I grate out.

  "Will you just put me down?"

  "So you can suck face with that asshole? No fucking chance, K."

  She lowers her hands in defeat and I take pity on her, covering her ass with my palm. Her bare skin burns against mine.

  She stills for a beat and I expect her to rip me a new one for touching her ass, but she doesn't. She just continues to demand I put her back down while kicking her legs about wildly.

  It's not until we're standing beside my car that I do as she demands and place her back on her feet.

  "What in the ever loving fuck, Conner? I was just having fun."

  "With that prick?"

  "He's not—" Ignoring her argument, I pull the passenger door open and practically push her inside. "Oh sure. I'll get in. Asshole," she mutters as I slam the door behind her and jog around to the driver's side.

  "What the hell are you playing at?" she screeches. "I just want to party, have some fun."

  "You can do that with me," I fume.

  "This is a fucking joke." She spins, pulling at the door handle to escape. "Let me the fuck out."

  "Sorry, I can't do that."

  Slamming my foot down on the accelerator, I speed out of the space and down the street.

  Her scent fills the small space around us and my cock swells at knowing she tastes just as sweet.

  I glance over when she huffs and twists away from me. Lifting her arm, she tips her bottle to her lips—I didn't even realize she was still clutching that thing.

  Allowing her to stew beside me, I stay silent. But I'll only give her so long before we finally have this out.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kennedy

  We ride in thick silence for a while. I don’t know where Conner’s taking me, and I don’t care. I’m too angry to ask. I’m too angry to do anything besides down the bottle of vodka I snagged from the party.

  He kissed her.

  Conner kissed Aimee.

  I don’t even know who she is, not really, and I already hate her. She touched something that doesn’t belong to her, and although she probably has no idea what she just got in the middle of, I can’t help but want to go back to the party and ruin her pretty little face.

  She kissed him.

  No, he kissed her.

  “God, I hate you.” The words fall from my lips.

  A low growl vibrates in Conner’s chest as he sharply steers the car off the road and into a rest area. His hands grip the wheel as his breaths come short and sharp. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so worked up.

  “Con—”

  “Just don’t, Kenny, I can’t even look at you right now.”

  His words cut deep, making my anger detonate. “Look at me? I wasn’t the one with my tongue down another girl’s throat,” I seethe.

  “She kissed me,” he grits out, narrowing his eyes. “Anyway, what the hell do you care, K? You made it pretty clear where we stand. You pushed me away, remember? So the way I see it, maybe I should go back there and fuck—”

  I slam my shoulder into the door and wrench it open. I can’t be trapped in here with him. It’s too much.

  He’s too much.

  “Kenny, what the fuck?” He scrambles after me but I’m already marching into the thicket. I don’t know where the hell I’m going, all I know is I need to get away from him.

  But Conner gives chase. Of course he does.

  He’s like a bad smell you can’t get rid of.

  “Go away, Conner,” I yell over my shoulder, swaying slightly as the vodka and fresh air hit me.

  “Have you lost your fucking mind?” His voice cracks with frustration but I don’t stop, despite the fact that I can’t see my way as the trees grow denser.

  “Kennedy, I said stop.” Conner finally reaches me, snagging my wrist.

  “No.” I bat him away. “Don’t touch me. Don’t you dare fucking touch me. Not after you kissed her.”

  He inhales a deep breath, his eyes shuttering as he mutters something. “Thought you didn’t care?”

  “I don’t.”

  “No?” He inches closer, but I dart back. “So you didn’t care when I slid my hands into her hair and kissed her back?”

  I press my lips together, swallowing the truth. I don’t care. At least, I shouldn’t.
/>   So why do I want to rip his dick off and feed it to him for letting her kiss him?

  Because you’re fooling yourself. It’s Conner. It’s always been Conner.

  But I can’t tell him the truth. I won’t. He doesn’t deserve it.

  “No?” he taunts, getting right in my face. I try to move away but there’s a huge tree trunk behind me. Conner pins me there, his hands sliding to either side of my head. He leans in impossibly close. “So you wouldn’t care if I go back to the party and finish what she started?”

  “Fuck you.” My hands fly into his chest, but he’s like a wall of muscle.

  “That can be arranged.” He smirks. Conner Jagger actually has the audacity to smirk at me, like this is all some game.

  Well, he’s about to learn that I’ve had to grow up a lot since he left the Heights, and in order to survive, I’ve learned how to play dirty.

  “Kiss me, Conner,” I breathe, batting my eyelashes at him, letting my fingers curl into his t-shirt.

  His eyes widen with surprise before simmering with hunger. He wants me. Conner wants me.

  The thought both thrills and terrifies me. Because the truth I’ve been so scared to admit to myself since waking up in Conner’s bed is that I want him too.

  I never stopped.

  “K?” Awe coats his voice as he moves in, following my lead. I wait until our lips are brushing and he’s distracted. Raising my knee, I slam it hard, right into his—

  Conner moves at the last second and I fall forward, losing my balance.

  “As dangerous as ever, I see.” He stares down at me with a smug expression, and I want to claw it from his face.

  “How did you know?”

  “Have you really forgotten?” Conner offers me his hand, and reluctantly I take it. But he uses it to his advantage, pulling me up and slamming me against the tree again. The air whooshes from my lungs.

  “I taught you that move in ninth grade.”

  “No you did—”

  Fuck.

  He did.

  I remember now. We spent hours perfecting it. It was the first time we kissed. It had taken us both by surprise, so much so we never spoke about it again.

  “I can’t believe you forgot.” Hurt flashes in his eyes. “What are you doing, K?” he asks me so softly, I almost forget the real reason we’re out here.

  “I don’t know, okay?” The words fly out. “I don’t fucking know.”

  Conner’s hands dive for my hair, holding me in place, and then he’s kissing me, deep, intrusive strokes of his tongue against my mouth. I gasp around him, overwhelmed at the feel of his lips on mine.

  And then reality hits.

  “Get the fuck off me,” I snap, hitting him. My palm collides with his cheek so hard the crack echoes through the trees.

  “You hit me,” he says icily.

  “Yeah, well you kissed me after kissing some tramp.”

  “You’re fucking insane.” His eyes pin me to the spot. I feel like I can’t breathe. My heart is beating too hard and my skin feels too tight on my bones. The air around us is charged with anticipation.

  I don’t know who moves first, but we crash together in a blur of tongue and teeth.

  “Fuck, K, you taste too fucking good,” he rasps against my lips as my fingers claw at his t-shirt, trying to find the waistband of his jeans.

  I don’t know what’s happening... but what I do know is that if Conner doesn’t touch me soon, I’m going to combust.

  He must sense my thoughts, because one of his big hands glides up my body, squeezing my breast through my crop top.

  “Shit, babe, you grew up.” He trails his lips down my jaw and I drop my head back, giving him more skin to work with.

  He feels too good, kissing me, touching me. I rub shamelessly against him as I unbutton his jeans and dip my hand inside, gripping his rock hard cock.

  “Fuuuuck”, he pants as I start pumping him slowly.

  “Touch me,” I beg. “I need you to touch me.”

  “Shit, K, yeah. Yeah.” His hand dives under my skirt, finding my soaked panties. “Jesus, babe, you’re killing me.” Conner hooks them to one side and pushes two fingers into me, giving me what I need. His thumb circles my clit, making me cry out.

  “Shh, babe.” He kisses me hard, plunging his tongue into my mouth and mirroring the way he spears his fingers deep inside me.

  It takes less than two minutes for me to come apart.

  “Holy shit, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  “I need more,” I admit, my eyes heavy with lust. “Fuck me, Conner.” Make it all go away.

  He blinks at me as if he can hardly believe his ears. But then he dives for me again, kissing me into oblivion.

  I hitch my leg around his waist and Conner gets the hint, lifting my body up against his. The tree is rough against my shoulders and back, but I don’t care. I need him. I need him like I need my next breath.

  My hand reaches for his cock, trying to guide it to my entrance. But Conner stills.

  “Condom?”

  I shake my head. “I need you, now.”

  He presses me further into the tree, thrusting up in one smooth stroke. Our cries of pleasure fill the air. Conner’s fingers dig into my hips, anchoring my body on his.

  “You feel amazing.” His jaw clenches as he drags his cock out of me and rocks back in, filling me to the hilt. “I want to go slow, to savor it, but fuck, babe, I’m not sure I can.” His voice trembles as if he’s holding on by a thread.

  “So don’t,” I taunt.

  I don’t want soft Conner. I want angry Conner. I want the guy who will make me forget. Who will fuck me so hard I can’t remember my own name.

  I squeeze my walls, pulling him deeper into my body. It feels incredible.

  “Do that again,” he drawls, holding me atop of him, watching where we’re joined together.

  I tense, circling my hips, grinding on him.

  “Fuck, Kennedy. I need—” He slams into me, groaning loudly.

  “Yes,” I cry. “Again.”

  Conner’s thin rope of control snaps and he begins fucking me mercilessly against the tree. I rake my nails down his back and he squeezes my hips until I know it will leave bruises. We kiss and bite, lick and nip. Conner sucks my neck with so much force I feel the blood vessels burst, and I squeeze my pussy so hard around him he cusses into the night.

  It’s a battle.

  A punishment.

  It’s two people taking what they need with no consideration for the consequences.

  “Fuck, babe, I’m going to come.”

  “Not without me you’re not,” I pant.

  He chuckles. The sound is like music to my ears, but then Conner is sliding his hands between us to pinch my clit. It’s the push I need to go flying over the edge. Pleasure crashes over me with such force, I bury my face in his shoulder, riding the devastating aftershocks.

  “Fuck, K... fuuuuck.” Conner jerks inside me, his head dropping to mine. “That was amazing. You’re amazing.”

  But I’m already coming down from our moment of insanity.

  What the hell did we just do?”

  “Babe?” Conner eases back to look at me. Whatever he sees there makes him frown. “You good?”

  I nod, not trusting myself to speak. Conner pulls out of me and tucks himself back into his jeans. My legs are weak as I stand and try to clean myself up.

  “Here.” He digs around in his pocket and finds me some tissue. “It’s clean.”

  I grimace, taking it from him.

  Ever the gentleman, Conner turns around to give me some privacy.

  “Okay, you can look now,” I say. He turns around and lets his eyes roam over my body.

  “How is it possible you get more beautiful every time I see you?”

  “Conner...” I sigh.

  “Oh no, I don’t like that look,” he says around a half-smile. “Is this the part where you tell me this was all a big mistake and that you’ll go ba
ck to ignoring me on Monday?”

  “I... honestly, I don’t—” It comes out quiet.

  His expressions falls. “It could be worse, I guess.”

  “This, us,” I reply, “it’s complicated.”

  “You think I don’t know that? I dragged you from the party to talk. I didn’t expect... this.”

  My brow lifts. “And you think I did?”

  But it’s done now. We can’t take it back, and even if we could, I’m not sure I want to.

  “Oh shit, K, your neck.” Conner brushes the hair off my shoulder. “I didn’t realize I was—”

  “Relax.” I brush his hand away. “I’m fine.” Besides, the hickey is nothing compared to the scratches I can feel on my back and the bruises coming on my hips.

  “I was too rough.” Conner’s eyes glitter with concern.

  “I’m fine, I promise.”

  Relief settles over him. “Come on,” he offers me his hand, “let’s get back to the car before someone finds us out here.”

  I take it, reveling in the way his skin feels against mine. It shouldn’t feel so good, none of this should. But it does.

  For as much as I don’t want to admit it, it feels like coming home.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Conner

  The second we're in the car, I slam it into drive and reach for her hand again. I need it. I need the connection so fucking badly.

  I want to say I regret what happened in those woods, but I can't. It felt too good.

  Kissing her, feeling her body tremble beneath my hands, sinking so deep inside her... I shift in my seat as my cock swells once again.

  I clear my throat in an attempt to cover up my uncomfortable situation, but it does the opposite and turns her eyes directly on to me.

  "Issue?" she asks, almost shyly, which doesn't help.

  "Yeah," I snap, feigning anger. "I can still fucking taste you. It's driving me crazy."

  "Oh," she breathes.