Vicious Savage: A Dark High School Bully Romance (The Brutal Boys of Blackcrown Falls Book 1)
top of me, his cold eyes gleaming down at me. He’s so much bigger than I remember since the last, and only time, he had me in this position. His arms and shoulders are huge, intimidating, and in this moment I can barely remember the times being wrapped so close to him was a comfort. He presses his hips into my spread thighs and I try and fail to stifle a gasp when I feel his hard cock pressing into my panties. The power he holds over me must turn him on because he’s made it very clear that I disgust him.“Don’t play stupid, sweetheart,” he sneers, and that English accent that seems to have only gotten thicker over the years doesn’t soften the condescension in his tone. “Even after everything you took from me, I left you alone. “ He laughs coldly, grabbing both of my hands in one of his and holding them above my head. “I made sure everyone left you alone.” Abandonment. One of the worst feelings, especially given the fact that my birth parents abandoned me moments after I was born. But he doesn’t know that losing him was worse than a life of solitude. Nothing else anyone tried to do to me for the rest of my life would ever trump that heart splintering feeling of losing my best friend.
It’s true. Killian and Kai are the kings of Blackcrown high. What they say goes. They have the money and reputations to back it up. They started young, and I was with them every step of the way for the street fights, drug dealing, and street racing. All the gossip and whispering about what the boys may have done are true. There’s even a rumor going around that their grandmother didn’t move back to England and the boys killed her when Killian came back from wherever he disappeared to. A lot of students speculated he went to juvie, but that never added up for me. No one who wanted to live would have snitched on one of the Pierce brothers.
I feel the panic rise in my chest when Killian’s free hand slides up my thigh and swiftly up my hip. I’m ashamed that the way his fingers dig into my skin causes my pussy to pulse with excitement.
“Killian, please stop.” I attempt to sit up and he smirks when all I manage to do is wriggle my soaked panties against his jeans.
“No matter how many men you give your body to, none of them will own your pussy like I do.” I open my mouth to protest, tell him that he’s the only one who’s ever touched me, but I’m cut off by him letting my hands go and ripping my panties off. “Do you still want me to stop, Ava? Beg me.” His voice is low, and he sounds like he’s ready to snap at any moment.
When one thick finger slides from my clit to my wet entrance, I prop myself up on my elbows, but I’m unable to move. My head falls back and my pulse quickens when he moves in, sliding his finger all the way inside me. He groans, grabbing my throat with his free hand, forcing me to look him in the eyes. For a moment, Killian looks less like the hardened gang leader I’ve come to fear and more like the boy I used to love.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he says, and there’s no malice in his voice. He slides his finger in and out of me quickly. Tears spring to my eyes because I shouldn’t be enjoying this, it shouldn’t feel so good. I shouldn’t miss him, I shouldn’t still want him. He inserts another finger inside me and the softness I’d seen in his eyes and heard in his voice is gone, not a trace left. “I guess I should have said, for a dirty little whore, you’re still tight.” He grins, slamming his fingers inside me, causing me to cry out from a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“I fucking hate you,” I spit the words at him and he only laughs, quirking an eyebrow as if to call my bluff. He can see right through my angry words. He’s always been able to do that. I hate what he’s become, but I could never hate who he used to be. That version of him will always be a part of me. He slides his fingers out of my aching pussy, and that’s the only reason I’m able to articulate these words, “You might’ve started all those lies about me being a dirty whore, but you don’t believe them. When I catch you looking at me, just before you realize I’ve noticed, you look at me like I’m still yours. Like you know you’re the only one who’s ever been inside me.” I moan when he shoves his fingers back inside me roughly. I curl my fingers into my palms, hoping the bite of pain will keep me from moaning his name or something equally as humiliating.
A loud bang in the hallway brings me out of my fog and I feel my heart slam in my stomach at the thought of being caught by other students, or worse, a teacher, spread eagle on his desk while Killian Pierce has his way with me. “Class is starting soon, please just finish whatever you’re going to do and let me go,” I breathe out the words, my eyes flashing to the door.
He pulls his fingers out of me and grabs my chin, anger etched over every inch of his perfect face. “You don’t make the rules. I do. If I want to fuck you on the basketball court in front of the entire school, that’s what I’ll do.”
I nod in agreement because I know if I push him any further that’s exactly what he’ll do. He eyes me suspiciously for a moment as if to gauge if I’m going to argue with him. He used