He grabbed a Band-Aid from the kit and opened it.
“Do I want to know how you know your way around a first aid kit?” I probably don’t.
He placed the Band-Aid on her head then and leaned his head down. Elle felt his lips brush her skin just above it.
“Nope.”
I figured.
Nero stood and took Elle’s hand to help her up. When she was standing, he swept her hair off her forehead. She saw Nero look closer.
“How’d you get that scar?” Nero touched the high end of her forehead off to the side. A faint scar remained there that almost went into her hairline.
She didn’t like where this was going. She looked away from him, unable to answer him this time.
Nero grabbed Elle’s face. “How did you get that fucking scar?”
“I-I can’t tell you.” Elle could never tell him how she had received it. She didn’t want him to find out Chloe had been a part of it in this very room. She couldn’t risk lying to him and making him mad at her, either.
Elle became frightened at what he did next.
“God dammit, Elle!” Nero picked up the first aid kit and threw it at a wall filled with lockers. The kit broke in half and everything came flying out. Nero then pushed back his hair and shut his eyes.
She realized he had hit the breaking point. She was about to witness all Hell breaking loose.
He started walking for the door and Elle ran after him. She was afraid he would end up doing something terrible. What if he got expelled? Then he’ll leave me.
Elle picked up her feet and reached out her hand to grab him. “Nero, please. Please, stop.”
Nero stopped when Elle’s hand touched his. She walked into him as he stood there, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Don’t leave me,” she whispered, placing her head in the crook of his neck.
Nero backed her up two steps, putting her back against a wall of lockers, placing his hands on the lockers beside her.
Elle mumbled into Nero’s neck. “If you start a fight, you’ll get suspended or worse, expelled.”
Nero gritted out, “Baby, I can’t let them get away with this.” She felt Nero go completely still, though he remained on the verge of walking out.
“Nero, I don’t want to be alone again.” Elle squeezed him tighter and tried to push her face into his neck deeper.
Nero harshly said each word. “Then make me stay.”
Elle removed her head from his neck and looked up at him, knowing what he was asking. She had found out what it was like being close to him and him not touching her. Elle didn’t want to find out what it would be like not seeing him; as a result, she would give in and give him what he wanted.
“Take off your jacket.” His still-harsh voice started to make her nervous. Nero hadn’t moved an inch; he was like ice.
Elle reluctantly started taking off her jacket, though he didn’t give her any space to do so with his arms still braced on the lockers and his body against hers. She could feel his eyes over her body as she shrugged it off. When the jacket hit the floor, Elle’s heart started beating out of her chest. She had no idea what to do; she just knew he wanted her to do something to him for a change.
Elle decided to do what she had been dying to do from the first time they were in the art supply closet alone. She had always kept her eyes mostly to his chest for several reasons. One, she couldn’t look him in his eyes most times. Two, her eye-level was at his chest. Lastly, she enjoyed looking at it under his white dress shirts.
Elle raised her hands to his shirt and went for the highest button he had fastened on the top middle of his chest. She shakily unbuttoned it, revealing more of his chest. Moving her hands down, she managed to release another button, exposing his whole chest and the top of his abdomen.
Elle thought her heart was going to explode looking at his perfectly-toned chest. The tanned skin begged her to touch it, so she slowly placed her hands on his taut muscles. She leaned in and lightly placed a kiss in the middle as she parted his shirt wide by moving her hands across his chest. She loved the feel of his skin under her hands, warm and smooth. She kissed his chest again and again, determined to make him stay.
This time, when Elle kissed his chest, she let her tongue lick the skin. Nero tasted better than she had imagined. Enjoying the taste, she raised higher, kissing and licking him up toward his neck. She felt his rage turn into desire with every passing second as she ran her hands up his chest then behind his neck and into his hair.
She had been itching to run her hands through his dark mass, jealous every time he did so. She pulled his head down closer to her so she could get to his neck without straining her legs. She paid the same attention to his neck as she had to his chest, but she hadn’t broken Nero yet.
She greedily sucked his skin into her mouth and bit down. Elle smiled against his skin when a rough noise escaped his mouth. I hope it left a mark.
It did.
When Nero still refused to move, she lapped at her bite mark, proud it was going to be there for a while.
Elle felt Nero finally drop his hands from the locker. He put a hand in her hair and pulled while his other went to the lower part of her back. She looked up at him and saw his eyes were hungry; however, they were no longer hungry for blood.
Elle was ready for his kiss this time. She wanted it just as much as he did. She wanted the taste of his mouth; therefore, when his tongue entered hers, she sucked on it, trying to mimic what he had done to hers earlier.
Nero grabbed Elle’s ass in his hands, squeezing it and lifting her higher. She felt his hardness through her jeans against her mound. Earlier, it had frightened her, but now, she was driven by pure lust. Nero was making her feel things she had never felt before, and Elle was sure it should scare her.
Nero had moved his hands up her back under her shirt. She didn’t think they could feel any better than they did when she held them. Oh, but they definitely do.
Nero returned Elle’s favor from earlier, kissing her down her chin to her neck. He licked the skin, making Elle let out a whimper from the sensitivity, giving her goose bumps.
Elle started to breathe heavily; his touch was driving her crazy. He sucked her neck into his mouth, making Elle grip his hair, pulling him into her neck. Elle released a moan as he sucked another part into his mouth. Nero moved his hands to her abdomen at the sound, causing a trail of fire on her skin.
When Nero’s hand rose higher, the spell she had been put under started wearing off. She managed to get out “Nero,” and she was certain it sounded like a moan, so she pulled his hair back.
Nero switched to the other side of her neck, licking and sucking, giving the same care to the opposite side. Elle felt herself melt once more before his hands started going higher again, making her skin burn. He was getting too close to her bra. Even being in pure ecstasy, Elle wasn’t ready for that step.
She tried again. “Nero.” She steadied her voice. “Please.” She thanked God it sounded less like a moan this time.
Elle could feel how bad he wanted to just lift his hands a little higher; consequently, she dropped her hands to his arms. “I can’t.”
As Nero rested his head in her neck, letting his breathing calm, Elle was able to slow her breath, as well. The cold air of the locker room made her shiver from the still-exposed skin of her belly. She knew he was probably continuing to debate feeling her boobs.
Elle let out a deep breath as his hands slowly traveled back down her stomach. She might have regretted it a little bit, but she knew he was taking his time to make her regret it. Well, it worked.
She did miss Nero’s face in her neck as he stood straight up. He looked in her eyes, and she wondered if she made a good decision starting something like that with a guy like Nero. She knew he was like a wolf. The man was definitely an animal, and he looked at her only as food. Yet that excited a small part of Elle, and that was what scared her the most.
Nero returned to his original position by bracing his hands on the
lockers. Really, did that just not happen?
“Put your jacket back on.” Elle didn’t know what to think when he said that, but she had made up her mind that she would do as he asked if it meant he wouldn’t get in a fight because of her. Not to mention, she didn’t want to test him when he was a second away from ripping her clothes off.
Elle slid down the lockers with what little room Nero had given her, keeping her eyes on his body, making sure he wasn’t going to pounce while she felt for her jacket on the ground. She felt Nero’s gaze too intently and looked up at his eyes, watching her crouched down at his feet. A shiver went down her spine. She had a feeling he’d had that planned.
Elle touched her jacket and took it in her hands, wishing she could look away, but he held her eyes like he dared her to move them. There was no way Elle would take that dare. She slowly rose up from the ground, her own sexual desire growing between her thighs.
She swallowed as she stared into his lustful eyes. For once, she knew exactly what he was thinking, the image he was playing through his mind. She had to get her jacket back on somehow in the confined space.
Her breasts met his still-exposed chest through her thin bra and t-shirt as she pulled her jacket up her back. The moment it was on, Elle backed up as far as she could, wishing somehow she could melt into the lockers.
“Now button my shirt.” His voice still sounded rough. Elle was afraid, when this was over, he would beat the shit out of someone to blow off some steam.
Elle decided to regretfully and politely ask, “When I do, are you going to storm out of here and murder some—”
“Baby.” His gruff voice sounded through her ear as he closed what little space she had left. “You really don’t want to try me right now.”
Elle squeezed her legs together. What is he doing to me?
As she picked up her hands and went to button the lowest one she had undone, Elle decided to lean in one last time for a taste. She was going to give him a reason to be at school tomorrow. She sweetly placed a kiss on the part of his chest she was about to conceal, then she buttoned it.
Nero clearly isn’t the sweet kind of guy. Subsequently, this time, she ran her tongue up the small gap of chest about to be covered before she buttoned the final button.
Elle smiled back up at him, satisfied, but she really shouldn’t have. Oh, shit.
Nero grabbed Elle and flipped her around, shoving the front of her body into the lockers, ensuring the side of her face that wasn’t hurt was the one pressed up against them. Elle felt the whole front of Nero’s body flat against her backside. She could feel through her jeans that he was harder than a rock on her ass. His hands were on her abdomen again, but this time, they were above her thin shirt. Elle thought her legs would fall off if she squeezed them together any tighter.
Nero spoke in her ear. “I will find out who hurt you today, and I will fucking enjoy them screaming in pain. I will find out every single thing anyone and everyone has done to you, and I will enjoy watching them all scream in pain.”
Nero moved his hands up her shirt and grasped each breast, making Elle arch back into him. “Then I will enjoy watching you scream as I fuck you because, baby, I will pop that cherry very soon.” Nero must have read her mind as he gave another tight squeeze to her breasts. “I give you my word that my dick will be the first and only to slide in and out of your tight, wet pussy, and you will be the one crawling and begging for me to take it.”
Elle couldn’t believe the words that had come from his mouth, but her body was betraying her by enjoying every harsh word. She had no response and remained unable to think of one when he flipped her body back around to conquer her mouth one last time. Her mouth had betrayed her, as well, by letting him suck her tongue in his mouth. Nero grabbed her hand once he was finished making his point. Yeah, by completely violating me!
Nero walked her out of the locker room. When the gymnasium greeted her once again, she felt confused, used, and needy. Her damned body was turned up to a thousand degrees after that last event.
When she saw Amo, Vincent, Leo, and Chloe on the bleachers, her body decided to add complete embarrassment to that list.
She glanced over at Nero, saw his smug, gorgeous face, and felt she was playing into his very-skilled hands. He had her right where he wanted her, and she knew it. ‘You will be the one crawling and begging for me.’
With what had taken place in the locker room, she had already gotten on the ground to start that crawling and begging. She had taken it there because she’d realized she didn’t want to lose Nero just yet.
She liked it when he held her hand. She liked it when he paid her attention. She liked looking at him and talking to him. Most of all, she felt she and Chloe were just a bit safer in this hell hole with him.
If getting on the ground is what keeps those good things in my life, then fine. But I will not crawl, I absolutely will not beg.
Stupid wolf!
Chapter Nineteen
Perfect, Let’s All Break Necks
Stupid girl, you have no idea what you just did. Now that Nero had seen a flash of the true Elle, he was going to make sure she would come out and play. He didn’t think a girl could be so innocent and sexy at the same time.
The way Elle had been incredibly eager to please him and greedy to have him had made it almost impossible for him not to take her. The only reason he had fought himself was because he planned to have her for good. He didn’t know if it was because she was about to die by the hand of his father, or if it was because he had found out the extremes of her torture. It could have been the moment he saw the blood on her hand, or the proud look in her eyes after she licked him.
Nero smiled to himself as he walked across the gym. When he had told her to make him stay, he honestly had thought she’d merely kiss him. Instead, Elle had taken it to the next level by unbuttoning his shirt. That was when he had known she really wanted him.
Then he thought he would see the extent of how much she wanted to please him by telling her to pick up her jacket. When she had slid down the lockers, his dick had never been harder in his life. Furthermore, when he had seen her eyes that were aware exactly of what he was picturing—her sucking his dick—his dick somehow had become harder. He’d had her right there on the ground, and still he hadn’t taken her. Yeah, and my dick regrets it.
So, he’d thought the least she could do was button his shirt back. Nero had to get something out of the whole thing if he was walking out with blue balls, and that was how he had decided to show her what her future held. She just had to lick it and give me the proudest fucking look.
The feel of her tits and ass in his hands had been exactly how he had thought they’d be. A little more than a handful of perfection. After that, all Nero had to do was hold them after he ripped her clothes off.
When Nero and Elle walked closer to the bleachers, he let her run to Chloe’s side. He was somehow not shocked that Chloe ended up looking worse than Elle after the whole thing, reminding him of what had happened during lunch. His hate began to outweigh his sexual needs again.
A moment later, Amo, Vincent and Leo walked over.
“Please tell me we can kill every motherfucker in that lunchroom now.” He had known Vincent was ready for a fight.
“I want the piece of shit who threw the carton of milk. Where did it come from?”
Nero didn’t think someone would try to pull a stunt like that with his crew there. Although Nero knew that the person had hit their intended target, it could have hit any one of them. He was blaming himself; he had been paying attention to what Elle was talking about. I should have seen it coming.
They all three shook their heads.
“All right, we need to ask around and make people talk.” Nero smoothed his hair down. “For some fucking reason, Elle won’t tell me what else they’ve done to her. That’s at least the second scar she will have on her head, and there’s no telling what kind of shit won’t leave a mark. I don’t care who has touched her, wheth
er it’s dicks or bitches. We will do exactly what they did to her. I want every fucking detail.”
Amo finally spoke up. “That sounds fair, man.” Nero knew Amo was on the verge of murder just as much as he was. Good, I want Amo to snap some fucking necks.
“Yeah, way too fucking fair,” Vincent agreed.
Perfect, let’s all break necks. “Then we’ve got three fucking rounds of payback.”
Nero looked over at Elle sitting beside Chloe, whispering. He knew she was trying to comfort her. Nero was drawn to Elle by the way she protected Chloe. I just wish it didn’t mean becoming the target.
“She all right?” Amo asked him.
“Unfortunately, she takes hits too well.” He didn’t like how she could make a joke out of what had happened. She was probably happy it ended up hitting her.
Nero wasn’t okay with that.
“She’s some tough shit.” Vincent’s voice sounded proud.
“Yeah, I think the question is, will she be all right.” Nero noticed Chloe didn’t look quite as well.
Amo was definitely looking forward to the destruction about to come. “Let’s fucking find out.”
* * *
When Elle saw Chloe’s face, she ran to her side and sat down next to her on the bleachers.
“You okay, Chloe?”
Chloe’s face was a blank stare toward the floor. You would think there was nothing inside of her, but Elle knew she was fighting back her demons. Her hair was a curtain on the right side of her face; it killed Elle.
Chloe had actually been starting to become slightly comfortable. Elle noticed she had slept, eaten, and showed her face more in the passing days. Now it’s all gone to Hell.
When Chloe gave no response, Elle tried again.
“I’m fine. Just a little bump is all. You know, it wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me. There’s a good thing in all this; they can’t get close to us clearly with these monsters.” Elle pointed to the guys talking a few feet away. “So, now they have to throw things at us. A milk carton, huh? That is totally cliché. I can’t believe the robots thought they’d take us down with that.” Elle knew Chloe appreciated a good joke.
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