by Mae Doyle
Or maybe, just maybe, he’s the only person who has seen me in a long time. He broke me down but he saw what he was doing. He sees that there’s an end for me and he wants to help me.
I can’t believe that it’s the second.
There is no way in hell that Clay Bryson has a soul.
I lean back to look at him, but he doesn’t let me pull away. Instead, he drops his head down and presses his lips to mine. I can taste my tears when he kisses me, but I don’t want to stop. I want to fall into his kisses and finally find a place to rest.
It’s crazy.
Clay might be the only person who can save me.
Clay
I knew that Elle was going to break, but I didn’t know how much she would shatter when all of her pieces fell apart. She was hitting me with all of her might, pouring rage that she didn’t know she had into the effort, when she finally came apart.
I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around her. I’ve wanted to torture her since the day I saw her, but now I see something completely different.
There’s another chance for me to do the right thing, and I want to take it. I don’t want to be the person who kills another girl. I already took Tiffany, and as much as I hated Elle, she needs something else from me.
She needs me to do for her what I couldn’t do for Tiffany.
Elle Suttles needs me to save her.
My mouth finds hers and she eagerly kisses me back, running her hands up my sides and then catching them in my hair. Sliding my hands down, I find her ass and I pick her up, making her wrap her legs around me.
“What are you doing?” She pulls back long enough to ask the question, but she doesn’t take her hands from my hair. I can feel her thighs squeezing me tight as I walk her to the back of the room.
“Showing you something.” Gently I put her down on the back table then slide my hands down her sides. She’s all curves and soft, everything smooth and sweet. As much as I want to protect her, I still want to tear into her.
I can’t help myself. Squeezing her sides, I push her back from me, digging my fingers and thumbs into her skin. She cries out and tries to pull away, but I hold her in place so I can look at her.
Without warning, I grab the hem of her shirt and yank it up, pulling it roughly over her head.
“Clay, no,” she gasps out my name, but I ignore her. This little kitten has teased me for far too long and I can’t wait any longer. She haunts every waking moment that I have, and I see her in my dreams. If I don’t claim her for my own and ruin her so that nobody else will touch her then I won’t be able to stand myself.
Grabbing the lace of her bra, I yank it down, feeling the hooks in the back give way. Elle pushes me away, her hands flat on my shoulders, but I grab her wrists and twist them back and over her head so I can pin her there.
“What’s wrong with you? You need to stop!” Even though she sounds frantic, she’s not yelling and I know that she won’t draw attention to us, as much as she may want to. And she doesn’t want to. She threw herself towards me, wrapping her arms around me like I was the only stable thing in her life.
I can’t be that. I’m not stable, and I don’t want her to rely on me like that, but now that we’ve come to this point, I don’t know how to stop.
“You don’t want me to stop. I can’t, Elle. You’re mine, little kitten, and I’m going to show you that.” Her wrists are small and fragile and I can easily hold both in one hand.
“Please, Clay, you don’t want to do this.” Elle twists away from me as I run a finger down her chest and lightly pinch her nipple.
“Fuck, yeah, I do, Elle.” Without warning her, I pull her closer and suck her tit, enjoying the way her nipple hardens in my mouth. She may not think that she wants this, but I know better than her.
I have since the day I met her.
“Clay, please,” she moans, trying to pull back. In response, I grab her hip with my free hand, digging in my nails and pinning her in place. She’s mine now, and I’m going to take what I want from her.
I’m going to coax her to the edge and maybe let her crash over it, but only if she’s good. Nipping at her neck, I kiss her, enjoying how she allows her tongue to skate across mine. She moans again, this time into my mouth, and I feel my hard cock throbbing against my pants.
Even though she had tried to pull back a moment before, she now arches her back, pressing herself into me as hard as possible. Elle may not have wanted this at first, but she can’t hide the way she feels, the way I make her feel.
We both need this. She’s was scared, but she’s finally come around.
“Don’t move.” I should have known better than to think that she would try to run when I released her hands. She panting hard, her eyes locked on mine. Narrowed pupils, flushed chest…my little kitten is done running and wants the same thing that I do.
Stepping back from her a moment, I yank my shirt off and toss it on the floor, then step out of my jeans and boxers, moaning when my cock is finally freed. Elle’s eyes go wide and I watch as she reaches for me but then she pulls back.
“Come on, Elle,” I tell her, stepping closer to her. “You know what you want to do.” She reaches out for me, the tip of her tongue barely visible between her lips.
“There’s no way that it will fit.” She glances up at me from looking at my cock, and I groan. I need to see her slender little hands wrapped around my dick. I want to know what it looks like to fuck deep into her mouth.
I want to do right by my kitten, but first she’s going to have to prove that she’s willing to play the game.
“Suck my cock, Elle. Get down here, off that counter, and onto your knees. I want to see you worship me and beg me not to hurt you.”
Fear flashes across her face, but she slides off of the counter, her eyes locked on mine. Before she can kneel in front of me, I grab her by the hips and undo her skirt. “Take it all off.”
She shivers, but she does what I tell her to. Once her clothes are in a puddle on the floor, I turn my finger in a circle in the air. “Let me see what I get to play with, kitten.”
This time, Elle hesitates a moment, biting her lower lip, but finally she turns, allowing me to look at her. All of her. Fucking hell, she’s absolutely perfect. I’m going to tear her open and soak her with my cum.
“Your knees, Elle. Get down there and show me what you think about my cock.” She slowly kneels, looking up at me the whole time, then reaches out for me. I gasp when she wraps her hands around my cock and I have to fight from thrusting forward.
I knew that she would feel good. Making her want me may be even better than destroying her.
She leans forward and licks me, her soft tongue sliding up and down my shaft. “I don’t think that you’ll fit,” she says, glancing back up at me.
“You better pray that I do.” She nods and leans down, opening her mouth and slowly licking and kissing my tip.
It feels incredible. I grab the counter for support while my little kitten sucks and swirls her tongue around my head. I could easily cum in her like this, but that’s not what I want. I have to make sure that she knows she’s mine.
“Get up.” My voice is throaty and full of gravel, and at first, she doesn’t respond. Reaching down, I grab her by the ponytail and yank her up to a standing position. She’s breathing hard, her chest bouncing up and down and I reach out to squeeze her tit.
“You’re mine, kitten. Are you ready?” I trail my fingers up her inner thigh, reaching for her. She doesn’t answer, but I don’t need her to. I can tell that she’s already ready. She’s dripping wet for me and she trembles as I cup her mound.
“On the floor, kitten. Let’s see how well you fuck.”
Chapter 15
Elle
I shouldn’t be here, doing this with Clay, but it’s like one part of my brain has completely switched off. His cock is huge and I wanted to suck and play with it, but when he pulled me up by my ponytail, I had no choice but to stand.
Now, I have
to make a decision.
Do I stay?
I could run.
The thought crosses my mind and it must cross my face, because I see Clay’s eyes darken. He glances towards the door, which is shut, and then slowly shakes his head at me.
I can’t run.
But, honestly, I don’t know that I want to.
When he pulled off his shirt, I swear that my heart almost stopped. I’ve never seen a man so covered in muscle before. Everything about his body is perfection, from the cocky look on his face to his giant cock. He’s been forged on the field, his body built and molded by football, and now he’s standing before me, the most perfect man I’ve ever seen.
The perfect man with a damn dark side.
If I run, and Clay catches me, I don’t know what he’ll do. I’m not sure that he’d kill me, although he has threatened that. He’s promised to destroy me, and the thought of what he could do makes my lower stomach twist.
I almost want to find out.
But then I look at his muscles and his dark face, and there’s an easy way out.
This classroom is full of windows, but nobody has walked by or looked in. We’re trapped in here together until one of us breaks, and I’ve already learned one thing about Clay Bryson.
He doesn’t break.
My clothes are dropped in a pile behind me, and I step back to them while reaching out for Clay. He grabs my hands and sweeps my legs, dropping me like a pile of laundry to the floor. Before I even hit the ground, his mouth is on mine, his hands squeezing my tits so hard that I cry out.
“I thought that you were going to make a run for it. You know that that would have ended badly for you, right, kitten?” His hands never stop roaming my body, and all of my nerves are on fire. I want him touching me, all of me. I don’t want him to ever stop, even though that means he may destroy me.
I want to nod, but now he has my ponytail wrapped around his hand and is holding my head in place. Terror courses through me as he sits up and looks at my body. Why the fuck did I think that he could ever have compassion for me?
I was stupid, and now I have to pay the price. All I can try to do is enjoy it and hope that it’s enough to make him happy.
“Let’s see how you taste.” Clay forces my legs open with his knee and then reaches between them, slowly stroking me and sliding a finger into me. My eyes close involuntarily, and I have to stifle a slight moan.
When he removes his hand, I open my eyes to see him slowly licking his fingers. “You taste so sweet, little kitten. Here.” He shoves a finger into my mouth and I taste myself, swirling my tongue over his finger.
Maybe if I make this as good as possible for him, he’ll let me go without hurting me. Maybe this will be a one-time thing. I thought that I wanted this – hell, I would have sworn that I did.
But now that we’re so close, I’m scared. I want to pull back but I know that Clay has no intention of letting me do that.
We got too close. The kindness that I saw in his eyes earlier is gone, replaced by the same hungry look that he has when he looks at me.
“What are you going to do?” Shifting position, I think about trying to kick him off of me, but he sees what I’m doing and easily pins me back down.
“I’m going to fuck your brains out, little kitten. But you have a choice to make.”
He loosens up his grip on my ponytail so that he can hold my chin tight and make me look at him.
“Do you want to be good and enjoy it so I’ll make you cum? Or do you want me to leave you wanting?”
My body is already aching for him. As much as I hate to admit it, my clit is throbbing for his touch. I squirm under him, trying to get him to release my chin, but he only grips me tighter.
“Looks like you don’t want to play, Elle. I’m disappointed. I thought that we would be good together. What’s a little hate fuck between friends?” His voice is smooth and dark, and I feel myself falling into it. The sound wraps itself around me, completely intoxicating.
Any kindness that I saw in him a moment ago has disappeared. I had my chance to get him more on my side, and I missed it.
“I’ll play,” I gasp out. He’s moved his hand down so that he’s gripping my neck and pushing me into the floor. “Please.” I have to wheeze out this last word. Reaching up, I claw at his hand, trying to get him to release me.
It’s getting harder to breathe. Clay’s face is inches from mine, his breath hot on my cheek. “You’ll play?” His voice is low and dangerous and I do my best to nod.
He releases me and I suck in air, gasping for breath. My neck aches but I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of rubbing it.
“I’ll play.” To prove it, I reach for him, pulling him down by the shoulders, and kissing him. He crushes my mouth with his, his hands exploring my body as he kisses me. When he reaches between my legs, I open them willingly for him.
God, forgive me.
“Good kitten,” he murmurs in my ear, pulling back to look at me. Slowly his thumb finds my clit and he begins to rub it, making me arch my back under him. His strong body presses me to the ground but I can’t help trying to buck my hips into him.
With his free hand, he catches my hip, pressing me back down into the floor. I struggle against him. “Please let me go,” I whisper, my eyes screwed tightly shut.
“That’s a far different thing than you were begging for a moment ago, kitten,” he says, pinning me harder to the ground. “Sounds like you may want me to just fuck you and leave you here.”
“No, I want you.” The words are out of my mouth before I can stop them, and Clay slides his fingers into me, making me gasp. “I want to play, Clay.”
“Let’s see how badly you want to.” He shifts his position, sliding between my legs and positioning himself at my opening.
I’m barely breathing at this point. Suddenly, he thrusts forward, his huge cock ramming into me and splitting me open. It’s not what I expected, and I cry out, arching my back and digging my nails into his back.
“Still want to play, kitten?” He slides easily in and out of me, my muscles pulling at him. I moan in response and close my eyes. I can’t look him in the eyes. I don’t want to know what I’ll see there.
Probably hate.
He said it was a little hate fuck.
Nothing more.
But my body is responding like this is everything its ever needed. Each time he strokes in and out of me, my back arches and I feel a tugging deep in my stomach. He’s pulling something from me, leading me to the edge, where hopefully he’ll push me over and let me fall apart around him.
“Clay,” I whisper, but I can’t go past that. I’m raking my hands down his back and sides, leaving huge red streaks where I claw him, but I can’t help myself. I can’t control or stop my hands. I want to feel him under my nails, want to make sure that he knows how badly I need this.
“Fuck, kitten, you’re so tight. If I had known how good you’d feel, I would have taken you the first time I saw you.” He grunts and pushes into me, grabbing me by the chin and forcing my face to his. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.”
I don’t want to open my eyes, but I eventually do. Clay’s face is inches from mine. “You shouldn’t have come here, Elle.” He slams into me and I cry out as he pounds deeper than before.
He was being so gentle and making it feel so good, and now it feels more like he’s trying to take something from me. He doesn’t care if I come with him, he just wants to make sure that he’s in control.
“I didn’t want to.” Digging my nails in deeper into his back, I hold on. I want to hurt him, and this is the only way that I can. He’s deep in me now, slowly coaxing an orgasm from me with every stroke, and I can’t do anything to stop him. “I hate you.”
He pauses, but my words don’t seem to have much of an effect on him. Instead of responding, Clay fucks me harder, a slight chuckle escaping from his perfect lips. My thighs tremble around him as I try to hold myself in place. He’s splitting me
open, but every stroke feels like heaven.
I hate him.
I hate that he’s in me and I hate that he’s bringing me closer to the edge without me wanting to go.
I hate that I want him so badly. I don’t want him to stop – I want this to continue forever, the feeling of waves washing over me almost too much for me to bear. He doesn’t have to stop, he can have me forever, and the thought chills me.
“Clay,” I whisper, but he doesn’t respond.
I’m on the edge. My eyes clamp shut and immediately he grabs my neck again, squeezing harder than the last time.
“How would you like the last thing you feel to be you coming?” He squeezes and I gasp for air, but he’s still fucking me, still taking me with him. “I’ve already killed one girl who looks just like you. Maybe you should die too, Elle.”
I want to shake my head, but I can’t move. All of my muscles are on fire and my toes curl into the cold, hard floor. Before I know what’s happening and before I can try to stop it, my body shakes and I shatter around him.
My muscles are screaming for release and I cry out, even though the sound is muffled by his hand around my neck. He comes too, and releases my neck as he does, his hot seed spraying into me and coating me on the inside.
I grab for my neck, feeling the bruising that’s already appearing, and gasp as he stills in me. My entire body is on fire, all of my muscles screaming with the release that he gave me.
That he took from me.
Without saying anything, he slides out of me and stands before picking up my shirt and wiping his cock with it. I watch, silent, afraid to move.
He’s gotten what he wanted, so I don’t know what else he may try to do.
When he’s done, he tosses my shirt to me. I grab it out of the air, but it’s wet and useless. “What do you want me to do with this?” I ask, sitting up.
He glances over at me as he pulls on his pants and shirt. “Fuck all, if I care. You gave me what I wanted, kitten. Maybe next time you try a little harder, huh? Pretend that you like being fucked by a god.”