Soulless: A High School Bully Romance (The Privileged of Pembroke High Book 2)

by Ivy Fox

  “Fuck, you taste sweet. Sweeter than you look,” he moans into my mouth, his hands finding my hips, grasping at the hem of my T-shirt. “I want to drink all the sweetness out of you, little liar. Until you’re the only thing I’m drunk on.”

  My breasts become heavy with need, as his heaving chest roughly rubs itself against my sensitive nipples. His lips are unyielding, not once giving me enough room to breathe anything but his scent. I become just as intoxicated as he is, pushing myself on to the tip of my toes to be able to enjoy him better. Sensing my silent frustration, he picks me up by my waist, my legs instantly wrapping themselves around him. When I feel a steel, hard cock jam against my belly, my eyes roll to the back of my head, needing his hardness to fill the empty void inside me.

  He lowers his grip to my ass, the hard grasp becoming all-consuming, and I find myself wishing the barrier of my boy-shorts were gone so I could feel the pinch of his nails sinking into my skin. I start to rock my core on his hard body, needing some sort of friction to ease the ache I feel inside.

  “You’re driving me insane,” he moans, lifting me up and down his jean-clad crotch, giving me the friction I so hunger for. But it’s not enough. Not nearly enough.

  “Rome,” I whimper between passionate kisses, always returning to his lips to get more of his essence.

  “Fuck this,” he roars, walking us over to the table and laying me flat down on it.

  His whiskey-colored eyes appraise the length of my body, as his well-versed hands track each mountain and valley. I’m washed over by tendrils of excitement and anticipation, as he wipes his lower lip with his thumb, thinking hard on what he should do first. Not that I care how he starts worshiping my body, as long as he doesn’t leave me withering away for too long. All of my skin is burning, just from his eyes on my clothed frame. I can’t even imagine how it will feel when his skin finally touches mine.

  “Rome,” I whine, too eager for him to fill me up.

  “Patience, baby.” He thins his lips to conceal the cocky grin he’s desperate to break free. “Give me a minute to appreciate this.”

  I bite my inner cheek, to keep my frustrated wail at bay, and blink once, grateful to feel his hands are finally back on me. His expert fingers graze my ribs up and down until they find the waistband of my shorts.

  “I know how your mouth tastes, little liar. But I’m wondering what other sweet secrets you’re keeping from me.”

  “I dare you to find out,” I hear myself taunt, the girl who loves to badger him resurfacing for a minute, giving me the boldness I need to get what I want.

  “Fuck, but I love it when you give me that mouth,” he confesses, covering my quivering body with his strong and unyieldingly taut frame. His lips latch onto mine, and I cling to his broad shoulders for support. This kiss is even more maddening than the first, and my legs push up, opening myself so his body is nestled against my center.

  “I wanted to take this slow, but you’re making it impossible,” he rasps, holding my thighs apart so I feel how excruciatingly hard he is as he grinds against me.

  “You said you wanted to make me feel. So do it. Let me feel you, Rome,” I command, biting his thick lower lip as he had been doing to mine a few minutes ago, sucking on it until I hear him grunt and shatter. He lifts his head just a bit, laser focused on me, as I rake my fingers through his disheveled, jet-black hair, biting his jaw and scraping it with my teeth.

  “You’re not making this easy,” he moans out, his resolve in taking things slow clearly losing steam.

  “Ditto.” I throw back the same word he once used in this very kitchen. Gawking at my brazen response, he lifts himself off me and pulls a condom out of his jean pocket.

  “Take off your shirt. Bra, too,” he orders when I don’t back down from what he obviously has in mind, and in rapid speed, I do as he says.

  I jerk my T-shirt and bra off, as he pulls my shorts and panties all the way down. He unzips his jeans, tugging them off and revealing his angry looking length, pre-cum already bursting from the head. He sheathes his weeping cock with the condom and then grabs my legs with one forceful pull until my bare ass is at the border of the kitchen table.

  “Fuck me, you’re perfect,” he announces, increasing the gradual build-up between us. “I told you I wanted to do this slow, but you’ve managed to kill off whatever lingering restraint I had. So, fuck you hard and senseless, it is. I’ll just have to make it up to you on our second round.”

  “Second?” My eyelids flutter excitedly, my voice dripping with want.

  “Yeah, little liar. Tonight you’re mine,” he promises, his eyes at half-mast, showing me just how much he likes the idea of having me all to himself.

  He bends down, kissing my pert nipples, making them peak unbearably as he widens the gap in between my legs so he can fit in perfectly. The crown of his head kisses my opening, and my hands go to his ass, urging him forward to fill my hollow core. Supple and pliant, I open myself to him, and he slides himself in with ease, making us both moan with how delicious it feels to finally come together as one. He straightens back up, cursing out as he watches his thick cock pass through my wet lips.

  “It shouldn’t feel this good, but fuck, I knew it would,” he curses, pulling my thighs closer to him, his fingers hungrily biting the inside of my knee.

  “You say fuck a lot, Rome. I thought a privileged guy like you would have a more extensive vocabulary,” I joke, and he impales me harder as punishment for the taunt—the force so brutal, it makes the legs of the table scrape the tile floor, while successfully turning me mute as I lose all ability to put sentences together.

  “Not so funny now, is it?” he goads, and I clench my core around his penetrating dick, only to have it swell even more inside me. We both hiss, and lifting his eyes to mine, he resumes our heated torture in quick succession, with each thrust bringing another wail of delirious rapture.

  “I imagined, a thousand times, burying myself inside you like this, on this very table,” he hushes, his eyes never severing our connection.

  I crane my head back, my hands finding my aching breasts that beg for the same attention. I pinch each bud, as Rome continues to plunge into me without mercy, without restraint, making me feel whole at last.

  “You’re so fucking perfect, Snow,” he cries out, his hands curving into my hips, leaving a mark I’ll cherish tomorrow. I let out tiny wails of how good he feels inside me, driving us both even madder with lust. He’s just as far gone as I am, and when his deft fingers start to play with my clit, stimulating it with a feverish pace, the earth begins to quake around me.

  “Rome!” I belt out, on the cusp of cumming if he keeps at this frantic rate.

  “That’s it. Show me how you cum with me inside you,” he commands, his voice cracking at the end, demonstrating how close he is to combusting as well.

  He pulls me up, his throbbing cock still impaling me with beastly force, and I grab his neck to keep myself from flying off the precipice. Our chests heave, and his feral expression is my undoing. His mouth finds mine, starving for my kiss, and that pivotal moment catapults me into the heavens—one that is scattered with a rainbow of colors, like glorious fireworks in the night sky. He drives into me with two more hard strokes, his mouth never leaving mine as he reaches his own peak.

  My accelerated heart takes a long minute to fall into a less hectic tempo, but I’m unsure how long it will need to recover from what we’ve just done. Rome presses his temple to mine, our brows both glistening with sweat.

  “Thank you for pretending,” he lets out, and my already frail soul wishes it could wrap its arms around him as easily as I can do to his earthbound form. I’d cling myself around this beautiful man—who feels unworthy of affection—until he believed in his worth. I lean in, softly kissing his lush lips, having to pull back from deepening my kiss to tell him what he deserves to know—the truth.

  “Look at me,” I order, gently cradling his face in my hands, which
still tremble from the earth-shattering orgasm he just delivered. I make sure to fix my eyes onto his, so he reads my heartfelt confession and sees that I mean every word. “That wasn’t pretending, Rome. It was real. It was real for me.”

  A shy, boyish glow casts over his face, making him even more endearing to me. But just as I become lost in his tender, honey eyes, he lifts me off the kitchen table and kisses me with such passion that it extracts all the air out of my lungs. When he finally releases me from the panty-melting kiss, his trademark smirk is back in full swing. He places my feet on the cold, tile floor, and swats my backside with a gentle slap.

  “Get dressed, little liar. I’m not done with you yet.”

  I feel gentle strokes caress my naked back, and the smile I want to contain won’t let itself be restrained.

  “Morning,” his gruff voice whispers, sending more tingles down my spine.

  I place my chin on his chest, my wise leg already pinning him down to my bed, keeping him prisoner.

  “It is, isn’t it?” I taunt, the sly smile growing wider when I feel his cock against my thigh bobbing to life with just the sound of my voice.

  “Best one I’ve had in ages.” He mewls, placing his finger on my lower lip, treading its seam so gently that I have to curb the desire to suck on its tip.

  “You don’t say?” I mock. “I half expected you not to be here this morning.”

  He chuckles, with a lazy grin upon his face that just makes me melt further.

  “Trust me, it came as a surprise to me, too,” he admits candidly.

  “So, why did you? Stay, I mean?”

  “You want the truth?” He cocks a brow as if I’m not ready for his honesty.

  But I am. I so am.

  Rome’s candor, sincerity, and vulnerability have become like catnip to me. I just can’t seem to get enough.

  “Yes,” I reply. Always. I keep that thought stored away where it can’t do any damage.

  “I couldn’t bring myself to leave you,” he confesses, and the honesty streaming in the amber liquid that lives in his eyes thaws me into a pool of confusion and happiness.

  “Oh,” I hush, lowering my eyes from his intense stare. But Rome, not wanting any of my bashfulness, grips my jaw in his hand, so my eyes are only set on him.

  “But what happened last night shouldn’t happen again,” he confides, looking forlorn in his admission.

  I maul my lower lip, schooling my features, so he doesn’t see my disappointment.

  “So what are you waiting for?” I raise my own brows assertively, but instead of him moving an inch off my bed, he looks like he’s settling himself in further, placing an arm over his head, while still cradling my chin in his hand.

  “Go on now, leave,” I push back, seeing he’s just as much enamored with the idea of staying lodged in this bed together as I am.

  “I will,” he bites back, no steam behind his affirmation.

  “Good. Go.”

  “I’m going.” He continues to smile brightly at me without moving a muscle.

  “Don’t let the door kick you in the ass on your way out,” I quip, trying hard to keep my victorious grin in check.

  “God, the mouth on you,” he grunts, taking a big bite out of his fist.

  “What about it?”

  “It’s begging to be punished.”

  “I’d like to see you try.” I shrug, feigning indifference, but then in one fell swoop, he pushes me on to my back, silencing any other word from leaving my mouth.

  His kiss is just like all the ones he gave me last night—powerful and unyielding. My lids fall on their own, savoring his taste, as my hands latch on to his hair, the wavy, black silk begging to be tugged. I let him take what he wants, too starved of touch to deny him. One of his hands finds my aching breast, massaging its nipple until it’s a perfect diamond, hard enough to cut glass. I smile into our kiss and pull his hair, giving me enough room to breathe.

  “You’re so full of shit,” I scoff, as his hands find their way over my body.

  “And you curse like a sailor when you get mad. And when you get horny.” I watch the corner of his lip hike upward, and it’s just as incandescing as the sparkle in his eyes, trapping me in his web like a spider does its mate.

  “Nah. You’re the only one that brings it out of me,” I snap back humorously.

  “Lucky me.”

  “Yeah. Lucky you,” I provoke, inwardly thinking how any man could possibly look this tempting so early in the morning without even trying. How could I ever kick this Greek god out of bed, when all I want is to climb him and have a repeat of all the dirty things he did to me last night.

  The twinkling in his eyes burns brighter, as he lies back on his side of the bed, bringing me right along with him. He lovingly traces my cheeks with his thumb, getting lost in whatever he sees in my eyes.

  “I don’t know how lucky I am, little liar. Sometimes my mind tricks me into thinking you’re not a bad idea,” he hushes, throwing daggers into my soul, trying to hack a little piece off for safekeeping. Not only does my mouth prevent me from saying he’s somehow carved a big chunk of it already, but it also doesn’t allow me to beg for him to leave some of it intact. Instead, I screw on a cocky grin, so he doesn’t see how he truly affects me.

  “How bad of an idea am I?”

  “The worst. The best. Can’t make up my mind,” he admits in a low, rich tone, his fist around my heart gripping tighter.

  His thumb lowers from my cheek, trailing over my lower lip again, and I feel even more naked under his penetrative stare than I already am. Thankfully, he doesn’t hold it for too long and shakes whatever troublesome thought out of his head before pulling me up onto his lap.

  “Okay, smart mouth. You got me here. What are you going to do with me?”

  “I might have a few ideas.” I play along, knowing the intense moment is best forgotten.

  “I bet you do.” He smirks.

  “Want to know what they are?” I bite my lip, my hands plastered on his chiseled chest.

  “Show me. All of them.”

  “That may take some time,” I tease.

  “See me going anywhere?” He chuckles, warming my belly with his rich laugh.

  Rome hardly smiles, let alone laughs. But these past months the ice he’s kept around himself has thawed, and more of his laughter can be heard throughout the house. A small pinch of pride makes its way into my heart, knowing I’m the cause for most of his chuckles. I lower my lips to his ear, nibbling at his lobe, my core beginning to rub itself on his hard length.

  “Just tell me one thing—is this how we are going to spend our day? Not that I’m complaining, or anything,” he croaks out, his hands firmly on my ass, keeping to our slow, maddening pace.

  “Do you have something better in mind?” I ask, lowering my wicked bite to his jaw, scraping my teeth on it the way I know he likes.

  “Fuck no,” he belts out, one of his hands leaving my ass, to fondle my needy breast.

  I almost cry when his hard cock hits my quivering nub, wanting his fingers there to relieve the ache.

  “Wait, fuck,” he growls, biting into my shoulder when I begin sucking at his neck. “I do have something else in mind,” he lets out in pain as if he’s cursing himself for having an unanticipated thought that popped into his head.

  “Really? Better than this?” I provoke, grasping his thick cock in my hand and driving its way into my wet pussy.

  Our eyes both slam shut, as we connect so beautifully together. His grunt is just as ferocious as my hiss, so I lean back with my palms flat on his chest to ride us both into oblivion.

  “Okay, maybe not that good,” he roars, his grip now on my hips, lifting me up and down on his pulsating cock. “Shit, what am I saying? Nothing is this good.”

  “Glad you agree,” I mock him, but it falls flat since I’m too close to cumming already.

  “But we’re going to do it anyway,” he slaps my
ass, grabbing both cheeks so he can fuck me faster. Harder.

  “Sure, whatever you say,” I moan out, not really caring what he has in mind, as long as he continues to fill me to the brink and lifts me off to nirvana.

  “You’re so fucking tight, baby. If you keep this up, I’m going to cum inside that tight pussy of yours,” he grunts, no longer in control of neither his words nor his actions.

  “What’s stopping you?” I beg, prying one of his hands off my rear and directing it to the place I need it most. Rome—always the perceptive bastard that he is—doesn’t even think twice and begins to strum my clit, making me see stars.

  “Fuck, I can’t believe you just said that. I’m clean,” he utters frantically, his cock digging into me even more deliciously and savagely.

  Sense comes knocking on my door, remembering I slept with Ollie without a condom last month. My face must go pale because he stills his thrusts and halts his heated stimulation to my sensitive nub.

  “What’s wrong?” he asks in concern.

  “I don’t know if I’m clean. I slept with Ollie without protection once,” I hurriedly confess, as if ripping off a band-aid so it won’t hurt as much.

  Rome resumes his steady thrusts, his wicked fingers already on my detonation button.

  “Ollie’s clean, Snow. My brother has only fucked his left hand since the day you walked into his life. I’m starting to understand why, too,” he confesses, and the knowledge that Ollie was faithful to me equally lifts my spirits and creates a flicker of guilt inside me.

  “Hey,” Rome coos, stilling again, his amber eyes softening at my inner turmoil. “Is this too much? Do you want to stop?” he whispers tenderly, and that look in his eye—the one confessing how he would sacrifice his wants for my peace of mind—leaves no doubt that I’m right where I should be.

  I lean down onto his chest, devouring his mouth, and that’s all the answer he needs from me to pick back up from where we left off. Before I know it, a relentless white light begins to shimmer its way through me, blinding me of every thought until only one name crests my lips.