Brutal Titan: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Golden Olympus Academy Book 3)

by A. J. Logan

  Shifting down, his tongue twirls around my nipple, the overwhelming sensation causes me to shift away from him as he snickers. “I didn’t get to enjoy teasing these.” His palm cups me as his tongue continues to tease the other. “Guess we have to do another round as soon as I recover,” he laughs.

  “Sounds good to me.”

  My words are met with his arrogant smile. Yep, I’m ready for round two already.

  He stands and then leans forward, pulling me to the edge of the bed. Lifting me into his arms, my legs wrap around his waist. “Shower time.”

  Clinging to his shoulders, my tongue teases his neck on the way to the bathroom. “I can’t concentrate with you doing that.” His hand lightly slaps my behind, but I continue, enjoying being the cause of his unsteady steps. He lets me down on my feet when we’re standing in the shower together.

  Reaching over, he turns the faucet on, and the steaming water sprays over us. Neither of us make a move to let go of the other, instead we remain locked together, his palm stroking up my back as he bends down, his lips feathering a kiss on my shoulder. “Stay with me.”

  The words pull at my heartstrings because I’m unsure of the meaning behind them, and I’m too scared to ask. Neither of us knows what will happen when we set foot outside this bedroom. Facing reality, so far, hasn’t worked out well for us. We remain in the shower, wrapped up in each other’s arms for a long while. I relish in the feeling because come morning, I know I’ll have a hell of a hangover … from the liquor and from his touch.

  28

  Elliot

  The groan from Victoria is hilarious as she lifts her hand, waving to Quinn as she leaves the room with Asher. Her head remains on the table as she drops her hand to it.

  “Did we learn anything last night?” I ask, leaning back in the chair as Victoria raises her head. If looks could kill, I’d be a goner for sure. Although I’m already a goner for her, but I’m not ready to completely admit that.

  “Yes. That you talk too much.” Her head drops back to the table. “Ugh. Why are we awake so early?”

  “I have detention and you have a killer hangover from all that spite drinking you did last night.”

  “I was not spite drinking.”

  “Okay.” I pat the back of her head as she slaps my hand away.

  “You’re such a dick.”

  “Yes. A big one that I hope you will ride tonight.”

  Slowly lifting her head, she looks around the kitchen realizing we are still alone as she looks to me, biting back a smile. “Yep. You definitely talk too much.”

  “I’m not so sure. I think we need some more research on the topic. Lots and lots of testing it out. In all positions.”

  “I can’t even with you right now.” She shakes her head, pressing her fingers to her temples.

  I’m not enjoying the fact that her head is throbbing from consuming an abundance of alcohol last night, but I am enjoying that she’s not forcing me away. Now I just have to work up the nerve to talk to Asher. That has to wait because I need to get to detention on time for a change. Repeating senior year while Victoria and Asher go off to college would be miserable on so many levels. Hopping up from the table, I walk over to the cabinet and grab some aspirin before reaching into the fridge for a bottle of water. Walking back to the table, I set both in front of Victoria as I lean down to bring my lips to hers, lingering a moment longer than planned because I don’t want to lose the feeling so quickly. It’s crazy enough to even chance such a move in the middle of the kitchen, where someone could walk in, but it doesn’t stop me from remaining a second more before asking, “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  She pauses for a moment before saying yes.

  “If you don’t want to, I’d rather you tell me now.”

  “I’ll be there,” she whispers as her smile puts me more at ease than her words.

  “Perfect. I have to get going.” I pop a grape in my mouth, standing from the table. “It’s time for my sentence, wonder if anyone there needs a spanking.”

  She narrows her gaze, flipping me off as I laugh and saunter out of the kitchen.

  Rushing to my car, I drive to school, arriving just in time to jog into the classroom without a mark against me. I’ve got a smidgen of hope that I can pull this off, not just keeping my word to Huntington, but also holding onto Victoria without losing my best friend. I should do it sooner rather than later since I’d already had to lie to him this morning about where I’d been last night. I couldn’t exactly say I was in Victoria’s bed with her naked body draped over mine.

  Damn it. Shifting to adjust my automatic response to the image in my head, I pray that time flies until tonight, then I want it to slow so I can relish in every moment while it lasts. Deciding rather quickly to put off outing the secret, I drop my head onto the desk. Closing my eyes, I relax at the notion of both sex and sleep on the agenda for tonight. That is if she shows.

  Shit. I’m pathetic but I can’t help myself. I retrieve my newly replaced phone from my pocket.

  Me: Miss me yet?

  Victoria: No. The alcohol wasn’t the cause of my headache after all.

  Chuckling as I read the message, Grant glances over with a smirk, nodding to the phone in my hand. “It does feel nice, doesn’t it?”

  My fingers grip the phone and it takes every ounce of strength not to wrap my hand around his throat. “Even better when she’s a conscious and willing participant.”

  His face tightens as he awkwardly looks away.

  That’s right, fucker. He can’t use her to get under my skin, but it doesn’t satisfy the need to pummel his face after what he’s done to her. It’s not over by far, but if it happens now, here at school, these weekend hostage situations will extend longer, or worse, Huntington will flunk me, leaving me here another year.

  I focus my attention back on the phone.

  Me: Are we still on to test that theory?

  Victoria: Yes.

  I smile at the phone before pulling up the number for Pizza Roads. It’s her favorite place to eat, but it’s usually the last place our group ends up because she’s usually outvoted and has to settle for a burger. The last few times our group has eaten there, she’d opted not to join us. Her absence was definitely felt; I missed the grumbling as she ordered and the complaining that we never listen to her. Maybe she’ll realize I had been listening all along. I schedule an order for her favorite pizza to pick up on my way home. Not that I hadn’t already realized it, but this further proves that I’m way past gone. She has me hook, line, and sinker … and I’m ready to drown in her.

  29

  Victoria

  Steering through the garage’s open door, I pull into the spot that Elliot said would be open, effectively concealing my car from view in case an unexpected houseguest should stop by. Not that it’s likely since Elliot told Asher he had plans with Susan … another lie. Even if my brother drives me crazy most of the time and I hate being known as his little sister, I don’t like lying to him. And I know Elliot doesn’t either. I agree with waiting a few days, but I wonder if a few days will turn into more, or never.

  “This is crazy,” I whisper into the car, closing my eyes as I take in a deep breath. It’s not like I’m nervous about being here or with him, especially after the spectacle we both participated in. Heat rises in my cheeks as the vivid memories enter my mind. Yep. This is crazy.

  Tossing the door open, I step out of the car, grabbing my bag before closing the door and turning to find Elliot leaning against the doorframe, a grin on his face.

  “I thought you might scurry out of here for a second.” Pushing off the doorframe, he steps aside as I walk past him and into the house.

  “Nope. Just preparing myself to deal with this.” I wave my hand up and down, motioning to him as I fail to suppress my grin. Besides, it’s pointless. He knows I’m his, I wouldn’t be here otherwise.

  “Nothing can prepare me to deal with your voodoo pussy.”

  I laugh as I repeat,
“‘Voodoo pussy,’ really?”

  “Yes. And if you’re not convinced it has me whipped, then take a look over there.” He motions behind him as I spot a pizza box, baring the Pizza Roads logo—my favorite place. “Chicken, sundried tomato, and basil. Baked to perfection.” His lips meet mine, his tongue teasing mine as my arms cling around his neck, the pizza sounds amazing but that’s not what I want to devour right now. Or more specifically, I want to be devoured by him. Sliding my hands under his shirt, I glide my palms up his ribbed stomach, lifting his shirt and pulling it over his head. I drop it to the floor as he steps forward, lifting my shirt in turn, adding it to the growing pile at our feet. Before unclasping my bra, he trails his mouth down my neck, teasing my nipple with his tongue. Once the bra has joined our shirts, he unbuttons my jeans, pushing them down along with my panties before pulling both off in one fell swoop and tossing them in the pile. His hands grasp my backside, lifting me as my legs hook around his waist. Walking over to the table, he sets me on the edge and guides me to lie back.

  The cold marble does nothing to stifle the smoldering heat coming from his mouth as he licks a trail down my stomach. His head moves between my thighs and I clasp his soft hair, rocking against his mouth as I hold him to me. His hands clasp my thighs as my back arches, his tongue pulling an orgasm from me so effortlessly. I shudder in sweet surrender as he slowly skims his tongue up my body, hovering over me with a confident smile. “Voodoo, I tell you.” His mouth drops to my neck, kissing as I laugh.

  “Yep, it’s confirmed. You do talk too much.”

  He nibbles on my neck as he whispers, “And you love every second of it.”

  “Yes, I do.” He tenses beneath my touch as I sit up, guiding him to step back so I can reach for his waistband. Sliding his athletic shorts and boxers down, he kicks them off, and his mouth is on mine as I guide him to sit on the dining chair just beside him. He attempts to pull me onto his lap, but I move back, dropping to my knees in front of him as an intense yearning flashes across his face that I fully intend to fulfill.

  Holding his eyes captive with mine, I wrap my fingers around his cock, stroking as I lean forward, flicking my tongue over the tip to taste him.

  He cusses, lifting slightly off the chair. Catching the back of my neck, he pulls me forward. Unable to take him fully into my mouth, my fingers wrap around the base of his cock. Stroking him with one hand, I wrap my lips around his silky skin. Enjoying the seductive scene, I thrive on the feeling of having him in my command, holding his pleasure in my hand as he threads his fingers into my hair, grasping me to him. Matching the rhythm I set, he continues watching me intently until he tenses, guiding me back. I keep the head of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue over him as my hand tightens around his dick, milking it as he spills into my mouth with a lustful groan. His eyes are locked with mine, continuing to surrender control until every drop is pulled from him. His chest rises and falls, and he remains silent for a minute while pulling me up onto his lap. His hands hold my head against his, forehead to forehead. He closes his eyes, saying breathlessly, “That’s some voodoo stuff too.”

  I grin, enjoying the fact that he’s still recovering from the pleasure I brought him. “Definitely. Because you finally quit talking.”

  He laughs, smoothing his hand down my back as his eyes open, looking to me with a longing expression that I’m too scared to read too much into. I don’t want to focus on more than the physical pleasure, even though I know it’s already too late to fight against the hold he has on my heart. Now I know what it feels like to have both, and it’s too good to be true.

  “How about some pizza, then we’ll practice your witchcraft again?”

  “Sounds good to me.”

  I slide off his lap, reaching for my T-shirt as he lightly grabs it from me, handing me his instead. “If you’re concealing your weapons, wear this one.”

  Gladly. Sliding the T-shirt over my body, he pulls on his boxers as we move around the kitchen. Surprisingly, there’s no awkwardness between us as we sit alone in his house, having the pizza he picked up especially for me. It really is too good to be true, but I choose to enjoy every moment of it as we continue testing our theory all night, and well into the morning.

  30

  Victoria

  Pushing off the wall, I make another lap across the pool before stopping at the far end, my hand gripping the side as I catch my breath. I usually take it easy and enjoy the sensation of gliding through the water, but I can’t. The week has been good … really good. My eyes dart over to the gym, viewing a smirking face through the glass window.

  Asshole.

  There’s no way I can relax when he is standing shirtless, purposely in clear view as his hands reach above his head, gripping the metal bar of one of the many machines in the room, making no effort to even pretend to work out.

  Diving under the water, I swim four additional laps before hopping out of the pool. Wrapping a towel around me, I twist my hair, wringing out excess water as I see Elliot walking over.

  Swinging his arms, he makes a show of stretching with a sexy smirk on his face. “What a great workout.”

  “Yeah. Sure. You looked like you were working really hard in there … at doing nothing.”

  “I didn’t say what I was working out. This time it happened to be my imagination, and trust me, it was hard a few times.” His arm snakes around my back, pulling me to him as he gives me a lustful kiss.

  Recalling where we are, I shove him away. Quickly glancing around, I find we are still alone. Thankfully. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you actually wanted to get caught.”

  “Maybe I do.”

  “Then why do you keep putting it off?”

  His shoulders slump forward a bit, losing some of his arrogance as his hand grips the back of his neck. “I don’t know.”

  “Well, until you do, toning down the PDA would probably be wise.”

  “You’re asking an impossible task.”

  “No, I’m not. It shouldn’t be that hard.”

  “But it is.” There it is. The cocky arrogance that he wears so well. “I just stole a little kiss. It’s taking every bit of willpower I’ve got not to grab your ass, lift you up, slip inside you, and fuck you against that wall until I hear you make that soft whimper just before you come.”

  That is one hell of an imagination, and it just painted a clear picture for me that has desire surging through my core.

  Removing the towel from around my body, I toss it to the side, standing in the black bikini that I’d purposely picked out knowing he would like it. Hooking my finger under the thin strap at my hips, I run my fingers along, adjusting it as I walk past him. No doubt his eyes move to my ass cheeks exposed by the thong bottom. “There’s a wall in my room.”

  He curses, adjusting his athletic shorts as he takes a step back. “I’ll meet you up there in a few, and please, whatever you do, don’t take that damn swimsuit off because I want to do it.”

  I take a cue from him, returning his cocky smirk over my shoulder before heading upstairs, thankful to not run into anyone on the way to my room. Eventually, we are bound to get caught sneaking around, and I’m wondering if I’m not hoping someone catches us too.

  Stepping out of the shower, I walk out of the bathroom expecting Elliot to be gone but he’s sprawled out across my bed, still fully nude from acting out the scene from his imagination against my bedroom wall—and it did not disappoint.

  “What’s that smile?” he asks, standing up from the bed and walking to me.

  “Nothing. I just figured you would’ve snuck out while I was in the shower.”

  “I was going to, but I wanted to ask you something.”

  My fingers clutch the towel closer to me, suddenly nervous from his uneasy posture. “What?”

  He reaches forward, brushing his hand over the towel, pressing it into the small of my back. “Will you go out on a date with me?”

  “A date?”

  “Yes. A da
te. Dinner. Movie. Driving range. Whatever you feel like doing. We can even go to the art museum if you want.”

  “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

  “Why not?”

  “For starters, you don’t even like the art museum.”

  “True, but I’ll still go if you want to.”

  “Okay, but what if someone sees us together?”

  “Don’t worry. None of our friends are boring enough to hang out at the art museum.”

  Teasingly slapping his arm, I step around him, heading to my closet as he follows, closing the door behind him. “But there’s always a possibility.”

  “Then we venture out. Drive to Gatlinburg or somewhere away from Knoxville where no one knows us.”

  It’s meant to be sweet, I’m assuming, but his scenario rubs me completely the wrong way. “I’ll pass, but I’m sure Asher would be up for a date if you asked nicely.”

  “I don’t want to spend time with him. I want to spend time with you.”

  “Hidden away. We can do that here.” I wave around the closet as I pull on panties and a bra. When I reach for a shirt, Elliot grabs my wrist, pulling me to him.

  “And I really enjoy spending time with you here … but I want to take you on a date.”

  “But we’re not dating.”

  “Um. So, what do you want to call it?”

  “I don’t think we should label it just yet.”

  “Why the hell not?” His hand presses against the small of my back, holding me flush against his nude body.

  “Because we don’t know what’s going to happen.”

  “Exactly, we don’t know. But here I am, standing buck ass naked in your closet, risking my best friend hating me forever for deflowering his little sister, and you can’t even label it.”

  “First, it’s your choice to be standing here buck ass naked in my closet. Second, you didn’t deflower me, so you can let that worry go.”