An evil yet hungry smirk curls at his lips.
He takes a step back, releasing my throat and allowing me to take a deep breath. My eyes dart to the door but I don’t get to take a step.
“Don’t even think about it.”
Swallowing down my nerves, I look back to Kyle as he swipes up what’s left of the bottle of vodka that Nathan abandoned.
He sits down on the edge of the bed as he twists the cap and lifts the bottle to his lips.
I can’t rip my eyes away as he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobs and the muscles ripple.
Without putting the cap back on, he rests his elbows on his spread legs and hangs the bottle between, looking up at me expectantly through his lashes.
“W-what?”
“You owe me, Kitten.”
My fingers twitch against the wall they’re pressed against as what he means dawns on my alcohol-filled brain.
“Go fuck yourself, Kyle.”
“See… that’s the thing. I’ve been locked away on my own for a long time… because of you.”
My lips part to respond, to tell him that it’s not my fault, but it is. I made that call, I am the one to blame.
“You were more than willing to help him out a few minutes ago.” He flashes a look to Nathan before bringing his eyes back to me and raising a brow. “So,” he says, lowering the bottle to the floor and resting back on his palms.
My heart is like a runaway train in my chest as I stand there staring at him.
His eyes hold mine impatiently as he sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. I mimic the move, my mouth watering for a taste of him.
The kiss he gave me last night… it wasn’t enough.
My fingers curl against the wall as I run my eyes over his jaw, down the fitted black t-shirt he’s wearing that shows off every line of muscle he’s rocking beneath, to the little sliver of skin that’s exposed before the black waistband of his boxers and then his dark jeans.
My eyes linger on the bulge at this crotch and tingles erupt in my belly that he’s turned on by me. Just like I am him. Our hate is addictive, thrilling. Dangerous. But that doesn’t mean I’m about to walk away, if anything it just spurs me on.
“Harley?” he asks, his deep voice rumbling through me, forcing my eyes back up to his face.
I study him for a moment. He’s still so much like the sweet boy I remember from my past. But the changes from the past year are obvious to me. The edge, the vicious words and barbed touches. They’re all new and I know they’re my fault.
I might not know what happened to him while he was in juvie. And I might never know. But I do know that it changed him. I changed him and I can’t help but wonder if I might have entirely broken that little boy who had so much potential despite the shithole we lived in.
“My patience will only last so long, Kitten.”
With my eyes locked on his, I take a step forward. An accomplished smirk appears on his lips but the sight only makes my insides flutter with anticipation.
In a heartbeat, I’m standing between his legs, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
He sits up, bringing his chest to my stomach and runs his palms up the back of my thighs until he finds my bare ass.
“I swear to God, if you’re not wearing any—” He moves his hands higher and his words are cut off when he finds the waistband of my thong. “Did he touch you?” he growls.
I’m desperate to look away from his electric gaze, but I can’t and my head stays bowed so I can keep the connection with him.
I shake my head so subtly I’m not sure he can see it.
“Kitten,” he says softly. “Did that motherfucker touch you tonight?”
His little fingers run down the scrap of fabric between my ass until they’re right over my entrance. A growl rumbles up his throat as he discovers that the fabric is soaked.
Leaning forward, although still keeping his eyes on mine, his lips part right above my left breast and he sucks the skin into his mouth.
“Kyle,” I gasp as he sucks to the point of pain before sinking his teeth into me.
“M-i-n-e.”
“You’re fucking crazy,” I squeal, looking down at the angry mark on my breast.
“Yeah, and whose fucking fault is that, eh Kitten?” Before I get a chance to answer, his fingers wrap around my panties and they’re ripped from my body.
I gasp as the fabric is peeled away from me and the cool air of the room surrounds my heated flesh.
“I think you like me a little crazy though, eh?” Lifting his hand, this time up the front of my dress, he runs a finger through my folds, rubbing my wetness around my clit.
“Oh God.” Reaching out to find something to hold on to, my hand lands on his hat. Not happy with that, I knock it off his head and thread my fingers through his hair and grip tight enough that I know it’ll hurt.
His eyes flash up to mine, excitement shining in them. “Give me all the pain you can muster, Kitten. It’ll only make me harder.”
Without thinking, I pull my other hand back and slap it across his cheek. The hit is so hard his head snaps to the side despite the fact I’m holding his hair.
A growl rumbles up his throat. “You’re going to fucking pay for that.”
“I already thought I was. This is a punishment after all, right?”
Before I know what’s happening, he pushed on my shoulders so hard that I find myself on my knees before him.
“I was going to take it easy on you,” he says softly as if he’s that sweet kid I once knew, but I can see the evil intent shining in his eyes. “But you fucked up. More than once.”
“W-what are you—” The vodka flowing through my system makes my brain misfire as I stare up at him.
“You look right at home on your knees begging for forgiveness, you know that, Hunter?”
“Fuck you, Legend.” I narrow my eyes at him, hoping it shows just how much I hate him right now despite the desire that’s burning through me.
He fucking knows it too.
He reaches out and cups my cheek, the move is almost tender, and my eyes shutter at his contact.
“You ever sucked anyone’s cock before, Kitten?”
I once again shake my head so subtly I have no idea if he sees or feels it.
“Good. You’ll remember this.” He slips his thumb into my mouth and I can’t help but wrap my lips around it and suck. “Fuck.”
His eyes close for a beat and I realize just how much power I have over him right now.
I could get up and walk away and leave him here alone with his tented pants and my passed out boyfriend, or I could do something I’ve imagined more than once and take even more control from him.
I smile up at him. My newfound power going to my head. I might be the one on my knees right now begging for forgiveness but the second we do this, I’m the one calling the shots and he damn well knows it.
Pulling his hand from me, he rests back on his palms once more, offering himself up to me.
“Go on then. I don’t have all night.”
I grind my teeth as I stare at him. My head spins with the vodka, the desire, the hate. I have no idea which is the strongest but I also know that I’m not about to walk away, like I know I should.
Something in the back of my mind begs me to look over at Nathan, but I can’t. If I see him lying there behind me then it’ll change everything. And right now, I don’t want to change a fucking thing.
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Kyle
I stare down at her, my heart slamming against my ribs and my cock aching and she tentatively reaches out and runs her hands up my thighs.
Her touch burns like I was expecting it to and my mouth waters for what’s to come.
I wasn’t going to make her do this. But then she fucking slapped me. My cheek still burns from the hit and I resist the need to lift my hand to soothe it.
Hesitantly, she fumbles with the button at my waist. I know I could help her out and have it open in a heartbeat, but watching her is
too fucking good.
“You’re killing me, Kitten,” I growl, making her eyes fly up to mine.
They’re so dark they threaten to pull me in and drown me in their depths. And I can’t deny that it’s exactly where I want to be right now. Lost. Lost to her and everything she can give me.
That night. That party. It was never supposed to end the way it did. It was supposed to end exactly like this. With me making her mine despite the consequences of what her brother, or the rest of Harrow Creek, might think. I’d wanted her for too long to pass up the opportunity.
But Gray fucked it up.
Harley thinks it’s her fault, and she’s partly right. And while she was the one who made the call, I can’t place all the blame on her. If Gray hadn’t got carried away, thinking he was fucking God, then none of the events that followed would have happened.
My fingers curl in the sheets beneath me as anger slams into me. He’s the one who did this to us. Who turned me into this.
I know I might be avoiding him right now. But I know it’s not going to last forever, and I will never forget what he did. How he hurt both of us. I couldn’t give a shit about his lost blow. That’s nothing to me. The girl on her knees before me though. My future. That’s fucking everything.
My stomach flips when she finally manages to open the button and pull down the zipper.
Lifting my hips to help her out, she pulls my jeans down. Her eyes lock onto my cock despite the fact it’s still covered by my boxers.
I know she’s a virgin. I know the reasons she ran from that motherfucker last night and the thought of being the first one she touches like this, it makes my chest swell. No matter what happens from here on out, she’ll never fucking forget this.
“Scared, Kitten? I won’t bite, well, not while you’re down there.”
She sucks in a breath, her dark eyes locking on mine once more as her warm finger brushes the skin beneath my waistband before she tugs. I lift up and she lowers the fabric until I’m exposed.
“Kyle, I—” Reaching out to cup her face once more, I rub my thumb over her cheek tenderly.
“No talking, Kitten,” I warn, sliding right to the edge of the bed.
“O-okay.” Sliding my hand up, I thread it through her hair and force her to look down at me.
My cock jerks under her stare and a smile plays at my lips as she gasps.
She hesitates for a second and I half expect her to twist out of my hold and run for the door. I brace myself for it because I know that if I’ve read her wrong and she really doesn’t want this then I’ll let her go. I’m not that guy.
But when she does move, it’s not away from me.
Her hands skim up my bare thighs, her eyes still locked on my cock. Her fingers graze my length and the simple touch is enough to shoot electric sparks through my entire body.
There’s no way I’m going to fucking last.
I push down the thought because right now, I don’t think Harley gives a shit, and I sure fucking don’t.
“Kitten,” I grit out, my need for her to take me in her delicate hand is all-consuming. “Oh fuck.” I release her hair and fall back on my elbows as her burning fingers wrap around my length.
My head falls back as she starts to pump me slowly, my teeth grinding as I try to get control of myself.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan when I look forward once more to find her studying me. My lips part to say something but I lose all sense of myself when she moves her face closer to me.
“This what you wanted, Ky?” Her lips right over my tip, her hot breath rushing over my heated skin.
My fingers thread into her hair once more and she tenses, thinking that I’m going to force her down. I’m sure that one day soon I will do just that, but right now isn’t it.
She might hate me but I’m not a total cunt.
“Harley, don’t just fucking tease me.”
“Why?” she breathes. “You deserve it.” Her eyes hold mine, challenge shining bright in them.
“And you deserve me to thru—fuck.” Her tongue laps at my tip, collecting up the precum that’s beaded at the slit, cutting off my warning.
She licks at me like I’m a fucking popsicle before sucking me into her hot little mouth.
“Holy fuck. Shit, Harley.” My fingers tighten in her hair to the point I must be on the verge of pulling some out but I can’t help it.
It’s too fucking good.
I watch as she lowers her head, taking more of me until I hit the back of her throat and she pulls off before she gags.
Her tiny hand continues to grip the base of my cock, the pressure she uses is fucking perfect, yet I know she has no idea.
“Feel better now you’ve got your cock in my mouth?” she asks, tilting her head to the side and running her tongue along her bottom lip. “Feel powerful?”
My chest heaves as she stares at me, her hand still working me slowly.
“Powerful? You have no fucking idea, Kitten,” I growl. I think we both know who holds all the fucking power right now.
The image of her walking out and leaving me like this hits me, and my grip on her tightens even more. She should walk out, I think we both know that would be the right thing to do right now, but we also both know that she’s not going to.
I sit up and pull her up to me, slamming my lips down on hers. My tongue plunges into her mouth and after a second hers joins in.
A soft moan rumbles up her throat and I swallow it down like it’s mine. I want all her moans of pleasure and pleas for me.
Our kiss is dirty, our teeth clash and our bites sting. It’s exactly as it fucking should be.
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and sink my teeth into her soft flesh until I’m sure I break the skin.
“Suck me, Kitten. I want to come in your wicked little mouth.”
I push her back down between my legs and she takes me back in her mouth without missing a beat, almost like she missed me.
“Fuck, yeah,” I moan as I watch her head bob.
I want it to last forever, but after an embarrassingly short amount of time, I know it’s coming to an end.
“Kitten,” I groan, wanting her to know what’s coming. She stills, so I know she’s heard me but she doesn’t stop.
She takes me farther back than she has so far and I lose control.
“Fuck. Fuck. Harley,” I chant as my cock jerks and I come down her throat. A groan rips from me and fills the room around us as my body goes limp and my muscles quiver from the intense release that I’ve needed for so fucking long.
I don’t realize that I’ve collapsed on the bed until she speaks and she sounds far away. Too fucking far away.
“Where are you—”
“I’ve paid my debt now, Ky.”
I sit up as she backs toward the door.
“You think that’s it? You think you get to suck my cock and I’ll forget everything?” I stand, pulling my pants up and shake my head. “That was just the beginning, Kitten.” I close the space between us in a heartbeat. My hand wraps around her throat and my lips crash to hers.
“Kyle, what are you—” I squeeze her throat, forcing her to stop talking so I can continue kissing her.
Resting my other arm against the wall beside her head, I press the length of my body against hers, tucking my thigh between her legs so I can feel her heat.
I kiss her until my lungs burn.
“This is far from over, Kitten,” I whisper in her ear. “Now, are you going to play nice and do as you’re told or am I going to have to make you?”
Her chest heaves against me, her small fists twisting my shirt. I’m not sure if she’s aware of it but she’s holding me to her and it tells me everything I need to know.
“Depends on what it is.”
I laugh, but there’s no humor in it. As much as I love her defiance, I’m not sure I have it in me to deal with it right now. I know what I want, and my patience is already running thin.
“Get on the bed, Kitten.” I drop m
y hand and squeeze her waist as I suck on the skin of her neck, once again ensuring I leave a mark. I want her to look in the mirror tomorrow and remember exactly who was here. “Now.” I twist us around and push her in the direction of the bed in the center of the room.
She stumbles on her heels but she manages to catch herself.
“On your back,” I demand and she scoots back until she’s laid out in the center, although her head is up so she can follow me as I make my way across the room to her.
“Spread your legs, Kitten.”
“Wha—”
“Don’t argue. You had your chance to run. You didn’t take it.”
“I… I don’t think—”
“Kitten,” I warn, my voice a low rumble in my throat.
She blows out a shaky breath but slowly parts her ankles.
“Wider.” I run my eyes over the inches of bare, bronze skin before me but what I really want is covered by the skirt of her dress. It’s cute. She looks hot in it, but it’s going to look even better on the floor.
“Lift your dress.”
Time seems to slow down as I wait for her to follow instructions but it damn near stops when she does.
So fucking pretty.
“Kyle, what are you—Oh my God,” she squeals as I dive on the bed, wrap my hands around her thighs and latch my mouth onto her clit.
Her taste coats my tongue and I want to fucking drown in it.
Her hands find my hair and she pulls, trying to drag me closer as I lick, suck, and nip at her clit with my teeth.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kyle.”
Hearing my name ring out through the room makes my chest swell.
Fucking yes, Har. Scream it fucking louder.
Her back arches off the bed and I suck hard on her, her nails scratch at my scalp and my cock once again strains at my pants.
Unwrapping one of my hands, I find her entrance and begin circling it with one digit.
“Oh shit,” she screams as I push just the tip in. Her muscles ripple trying to drag me deeper but I refuse her, drawing this out as long as possible.
“You gonna come, Kitten,” I growl against her clit, making sure she feels the vibrations from my voice.
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