Fury (New Adult Romance) - #1.5 Fierce Series

by Clarissa Wild

  For a second she just stares at me with her lips parted, her breath halted. She freezes and then starts to frown. Scowling at me, she pushes me forward and jumps off the hood, walking back to the passenger’s side of the car.

  “Hey, where are you going?” I ask, coming after her. What’s wrong now? I only told her the truth. I’ve been wanting to put my lips on her since day one. And seriously, that did not disappoint me at all. It was even hotter than I expected.

  “I’m gonna sit in the car and wait this out,” she snaps.

  She moves in to open the door, but I catch her wrist just in time. “Why?”

  “Because you’re still playing with me.”

  My eyebrows draw together. “What?” What the hell is she saying?

  “Stop fucking playing around for once! What you just did was cruel. You can’t just toy with my heart like that!”

  Toying with her heart? Is that what she thinks this is? I’m toying with her tongue, that part is true, but I’m not playing around here. I want her to be mine.

  I smirk, and before I realize what I’m doing, I’ve already pinned her to the car. She needs to listen to me. Right. Now.

  “I am not toying with you.”

  She tries to pull my legs from underneath me, but I’m quicker, and capture her leg between mine. If she wants to play it rough, she’ll get rough.

  “Unless that’s what you want … I can play with you all night if you ask me to. And I will take that offer.” The things I could do to her body … Hmmm … Lick her skin, cup her tits and suck on them, and then all the way down to her folds where I’ll make her scream. If she only knew I wasn’t kidding.

  “What do you want from me?” she says, but it sounds more like a beg.

  “I’m not playing with you. I just like to see you blush. Lucky me, I get to see it often.” A devious grin spreads on my lips as I’m reminded of all those times she flushed for me. I’d love to make her flush every freaking day.

  “Why?”

  I cock my head and laugh, my voice strained with sexual frustration. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”

  For a moment she just gazes at me, questions lying on the tip of her tongue. “What about Scarlet then? She kissed you.”

  Not again …

  “Who cares? I don’t. She was just clinging to me. Doesn’t mean it matters. At least, not to me.”

  “But―”

  “I. Don’t. Want. Her.” I look her straight in the eye, trying to get through to her. I don’t have eyes for any girl but her. She should know that. “I want you,” I say.

  My forehead leans against hers as I gaze into her deep blue eyes that are full of longing. I want her to believe me, to trust in me, to feel that I need her. I didn’t want her to get hurt because of me, but I can’t stay away any longer. I need her more than anything. She is my drug and I’m giving in to my addiction.

  I lick and bite my lip in anticipation, waiting for her to let me in. I can’t stop wanting her, but if she really doesn’t want me the same way I do then I’ll have no choice but to stop. “Tell me what you want. What you really need. Do you want me to let you go? Do you want me to stop hunting for you?” I whisper.

  I’m pleading in my head for her to say ‘no.’ I look her in the eye, telling her without words that this is what I desire the most. She takes in a deep breath and opens her mouth.

  When she says, “Kiss me. I want you to kiss me,” I’m done for.

  I press my lips on top of hers like before, taking it slow and easy this time. It felt like I was dying of thirst, but now, after knowing she’s okay with it, I’m much calmer. I take her lips in slow, lavish licks, kissing her with every ounce of my love.

  She shivers in my arms as I hold onto her tight, pulling her closer to me. She kisses me back tenderly, her lips as caring and soft as she is. Her hot mouth is driving me insane. She’s the only one who can do this to me.

  She’s turning to mush in my arms, and I love how it feels, so powerful, so intense. My instincts take over as I grab her hands and pin them above her head. I alternate my kisses with nibbles, arousing her so much she moans out loud. My cock responds with enthusiasm, poking against the fabric of my pants, eager to take her.

  Before I know it, my hands are slipping down her body, along her waist, and to her thighs, my fingers desperate to squeeze that tight ass of hers. Her arms find their way to my chest, and I love how she feels me up, desperate to get a hold of me. She twines her arms around my neck, giving me full access to her skin. I kiss my way to her neck, finally able to press my lips on that one spot I know winds girls up. She starts panting, and then I know I’ve hit the sweet spot.

  I’ve waited so long for this that it takes every fiber of my being not to pick her up and bang her against the car right now. She’s a virgin, and I don’t want to make her do things she’s not ready for. She’s never been fucked, and that’s all I ever do. I don’t make love. I bang girls, take them in whatever position I like. I’m not so sure she’s even been kissed like this before.

  But shit, this is fucking hot.

  I pull back for a second, breathing out my horniness. “God, that dress,” I groan. “Why’d you have to put that on?”

  “Couldn’t come to the party in a pair of sweatpants,” she mutters.

  She giggles when I leave little pecks on her collarbone, peeking down into her dress. I can already see the swell of her tits, primed and ready for me to cup and lick the crown. “Hmmm …” I rest my head on her shoulder, nibbling on her earlobe. “You look so damn hot … You don’t wanna know what goes on in my mind when you’re all dressed up like this. It’s too dirty to handle,” I whisper.

  I can feel the goose bumps forming on her body as my hands slide down her arm. “Although I wouldn’t mind the sweatpants either. Easier to take off.”

  Although nothing beats her sex appeal in this black dress. Damn.

  I suckle on her earlobe and move back to her lips again, leaving hickeys all over her neck. My hand shifts to her ass and I squeeze tight, feeling her perky flesh in my fingers. She gasps. Hot fucking Jesus. Now I really want to come inside her.

  Our lips are locked, our eyes closed, and my mind is whirring with thoughts about stripping her bare. When she grasps my hair and tugs me closer my cock thumps in my pants. My fingers slide down her leg and move up her dress, slowly getting closer to her most sensitive spot. God, I wonder if she’s ever been touched there. I’d like to be the first.

  I’m fucking her with my mouth, my tongue going crazy as I press my cock against her thigh. Sweet Jesus. We’re not even naked yet and I already feel like I want to make her scream my name.

  Her fingers slip down my chest, exploring the parts of my body that make me hard. It’s hard to stop myself from taking her right now, but I shouldn’t. She isn’t ready for me. She’s a virgin, control yourself, Hunter. You don’t want to hurt her.

  I pull my lips from hers, unwrapping myself from her arms. She looks confused, befuddled, and her hair is all messy. Wild. I like it.

  And then I hear something behind us.

  She tries to lock her mouth with mine again, but I place a finger in between us. “Wait,” I say.

  I glance to the right and see a car driving past, turning into the road we’re on. Shit. The mechanic. Of course he’s here, I called him. But shit, I wasn’t expecting him to get here this fast.

  “Why are we stopping?” she says, her lips raw and swollen.

  “They’re here,” I say.

  “Who?” She blinks a couple of times, still totally fazed from my kisses.

  I step away from her, knowing that I’ll have to talk to a guy in the next few minutes and I need to get my cock to go down first.

  The guy gets out of his car. “You were the ones who called, right?”

  I clear my throat and bury my hands in my pockets, trying to make them look bigger so he doesn’t see my hard-on. “Yeah, thanks for coming.”

  Guess Leafy and I will have to continue this some ot
her time.

  Chapter 23

  Pleasuring Her

  I’ve been trying not to look at her the entire trip to the dorm. She’s so fucking hot, I swear, I’m going to tear off her clothes soon. I just want to lick all the rain off her skin. She’s so wet, literally … and maybe in more places than one. I can’t wait to find out, but I have to control myself. I can’t jump on her too soon; I have to take it slow and careful. I don’t want to scare her away, and she’s never done it before. I’m probably too much for her.

  Besides, I want her to want me for me, not for my body. I want her to need me, not sexually, but emotionally, too. I’m afraid that if we go too fast, she might get overwhelmed by all the sex and forget why she fell for me in the first place. I want someone like her to stay, and I’m not sure she will. Could someone like her love someone like me? Someone who betrays his own morals and values for the sake of his family, even if they did a horrible thing?

  I’m afraid of the answer. I’ve only ever heard no. There were many girls in my life, but none of them chose to stay. They were all in it for the thrill, a night of hot sex, but not for a long-term thing. I’m looking for more. I’ve always wanted more, and I don’t want to screw this up. I want Leafy to be more, to be that girl to me, but I’m not sure she wants to be.

  We go into our dorm and I’m already having trouble not bumping into her. I find myself trying to grasp her fingers to take her hand, but then correct myself before I touch her. I know I won’t be able to hold myself back once I get my hands on her. Nope, it’s better if we just go to bed. Kissing her gives me enough of a mental picture to jerk off tonight.

  As I walk into my room, she says, “Wait.”

  I stop in my tracks and sigh. Her commands make me weak, because she says them as if she’s begging me not to go. She doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into.

  I want to touch her so badly, but the closer we get, the more I remember why I was trying to stay away from her. Being with her could screw things up even more. How do I explain that to her?

  Just looking at her makes my heart go crazy.

  Fuck!

  I just totally screwed up. Why’d I have to kiss her? I can’t control myself anymore. Now that I’ve got a taste of her I want more, so much more, but I want my brother back too, and she’ll distract me from my cause. I can’t have that.

  “Let’s just go to bed. It’s late,” I grumble.

  “Don’t you want to …?”

  I turn around, getting more frustrated by the second, and stare at her. I’m fighting the urge to fuck her right now, and it’s goddamn hard. She should just turn around and go to bed.

  “I can’t,” I say.

  “Why not?” She furrows her brows.

  I close my eyes. “Let’s just leave it at that kiss.” She probably won’t agree with that. Now that she knows how much I want her, there’s no holding back on her side. I’m like a candy store, and she can’t stop wanting to taste the different flavors. She’s already much more into this than I imagined, and I don’t want to turn her into something she’s not.

  “I want more,” she says, but it sounds more like a beg.

  My eyes touch the ground and sweep over her body in one go. She looks appetizing in her skimpy, soaked dress with those killer heels. And now she’s even asking me for more. It’s what I’ve wanted most ever since I first saw her, but that’s selfish. Is it really a good idea? I don’t want to break her.

  Christ, how can I keep this up? I’m even clutching the door, for fuck’s sake. “You say that now, but you have no idea what you really want.”

  “Don’t decide that for me. I know what I want,” she retorts.

  “We should stop this now, while we still can.” I make the decision to just leave. I turn around, groan, and make my way to my bed.

  “What?” she spits. “I swear, if you just kissed me as a joke, I’ll―”

  “It wasn’t. I kissed you because I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

  It’s quiet for a second, and then I hear her feet on my floor. “What?” she says.

  I fall onto the bed and bury my head between my hands, grunting. Hormones rage through my body, and it’s hard to keep this up.

  “I don’t get it. Why don’t you want to kiss me again if you liked it?” she asks.

  “I did, but we can’t. I can’t give you what you need.” I’m wrong for her. I want her more than anything, but I know I’m not good for her. How can I choose what’s right?

  She closes the door behind her, the sound deafening.

  “You deserve a good guy. I’m not one of those. Nothing’s going to change that,” I say. I’m making it clear that I’m not going to change. My brother is still important to me, even if I want her to be mine. I don’t want this to come between me and my goal. But fuck, it’s hard.

  “I don’t want a good guy. I want you,” she says softly.

  Shit, she’s really tearing me to pieces here. I raise my head and look at her. She’s so fucking pretty, and she’s right here, offering herself to me. The good girl, offering herself to the beast.

  “Don’t you see? I’m fucking bad for you. You don’t know what the fuck you’re getting yourself into.”

  “I do. Don’t treat me like a helpless, pathetic kid. I can make my own decisions,” she says.

  She’s not a helpless kid. She shouldn’t talk about herself like that.

  I get up from the bed and tower above her. She’s so fragile and I could hurt her, not just physically. I don’t want to do that to her. I like to see her whole, to see her remain who she is. I don’t want to see her change because of me. “I don’t want to hurt you. I’m dangerous. Yet you stand here, wanting more.”

  “And I completely accept the consequences,” she says.

  She thinks she can make her own decisions, but she has no clue what she’s talking about.

  “Are you fucking crazy? You have no idea what you’re saying. There’s a reason I ended it after a kiss. I won’t be able to stop myself if we go any further.”

  She’s overcome with lust, I can see it in her eyes. I know the feeling all too well. Still, that doesn’t mean she should stay.

  “Then don’t stop yourself,” she says.

  I laugh. She makes it sound like I have a choice or something. “I’m Hunter. The guy who has sex like an animal. If you’re with me, I’ll fucking tear you to pieces.”

  “I can take it.”

  “You said you’ve never had a boyfriend. So you’re a virgin, right?” My fingers reach for her face, and I run the back of my hand along her cheek. She’s so soft, and … I want her so much, but my fucking wouldn’t be good for her.

  “Do you even know what I do to virgins?” I say.

  She takes in a sharp breath, shuddering. “No, but I’m curious to find out.” She walks past me and sits down on my bed, so I turn around to face her.

  “Really? I think there’s a lot more to it than that. You’re still scared.” I know what this is about … she’s still scared I’m going to leave her for someone else if she doesn’t have sex with me.

  “What do you mean?”

  “You think you have to give yourself to me in order to keep me all to yourself.”

  She blushes and says, “I just don’t want to … I want to …”

  I sigh. “I don’t want anyone else. Anyone. Why do you keep thinking like this? You think I have sex with every girl out there?” I’m not a sex maniac, although I do like it. But she’s the only girl on my mind. The only one who can understand me, and accept me, and love me for who I am. She’s not like those other girls, and that’s why I don’t want to fuck this up.

  “Well I’ve never … and you’re always …” she stammers.

  “What? Flirty? That doesn’t mean I actually want something.”

  “Then why do you want something with me?”

  There are so many reasons, but she wouldn’t believe me if I told her. “Because you’re different,” I say. “But I can’t. I can
’t do this to you. I can’t turn you into something you’re not. I already think I’m fucked up, but when I fuck you up too … God, no.”

  “You won’t. I’ll be okay. I can handle it.”

  She’s so certain, it’s crazy.

  “No, you can’t,” I snap, and I move closer, trying to tell her that she has to go before it’s too late. Before I can’t hold myself back anymore. “You have to leave. Now.”

  “Why? Why do you keep pushing my buttons and then rejecting me?” The tears welling up in her eyes are killing me.

  “Don’t you see what you do to me? I need you to go so I can calm down. I get fucking hard just looking at you like that.” I point at her dress, and she turns crimson red.

  I chuckle. “I mean, look at you. You’re such a fucking good girl, with your books and your proper clothes. I’m like a fucking stain on your rep. I could hold myself back, but now … after those kisses … God, now I can’t stand it. I just want to rip your clothes off.”

  I sigh. “You have to leave. Right. Now.”

  “No,” she says bluntly.

  “Listen to me for once,” I growl.

  “No, you listen to me. I want you. I don’t care about the rest. I want to … know what it feels like.”

  “Do you even hear what you’re saying? I don’t make love. I fuck your brains out.”

  “Then do it. You said you saw me looking. You knew I wanted you.”

  Hmm … finally a confession. It’s about time. I’m almost persuaded to let her stay. Shaking my head, I step closer and grab her shoulders. “Get. Out.”

  “No.”

  I lower my head. “Get out now before it’s too late to change your mind.”

  “No. I won’t change my mind.”

  She’s pissing me off. So much so that if she doesn’t shut up and leave now, I’m going to go against everything my brain is telling me. If she doesn’t leave right now, I’m going to take what I want.