Broken Rules (Love Storm series Book 2)

by Victory Storm

  I had confided in Kira and, at her suggestion, the next night I waited for my enemy to arrive, sitting on the bed, and determined to face the discussion with a mature attitude.

  Unfortunately, even that way I failed miserably, since Easton didn't want to listen to my long monologue about how foolish and unproductive the challenge of getting a girl to bed could be. I tried to make him think and show him how wrong he was with his desire to bet or to accept over the top challenges.

  Result? Nothing. Mine were words thrown to the wind, first suffocated by his kisses, and finally lost in the room, since Easton had fallen asleep in my arms while pulling out statistics and algorithms of all kinds.

  The third night didn't get any better. Stressed and exhausted by the game I ended up whining like a little girl, begging him to leave me alone, to find someone else to exasperate, to look for a girl willing to go to bed with him ... Anything to be excluded from his sexual perversions.

  Again, he pretended to listen to me and as soon as I lowered my guard, he pounced on me and kissed me until he took my breath away. The thing that frightened me most was that every night I spent with him, I felt I was losing ground and self-control. Even the embarrassment I always felt at his touch was swept away by desire and excitement.

  I was ashamed of this, but the truth was that he made me mad with pleasure every time he kissed and caressed me.

  I felt how my body let go more and more with him, discovering new forms of voluptuousness and passion that I had never felt before.

  I loved the way he slid down from my face to my neck with his mouth and tongue, it excited me so much to feel his lips press and suck my skin, while with his hands he touched my belly to the edge of the panties, then back up to my neck, legs ...

  On the fourth night I changed tactics, moving on to compromise. I would agree to help him win the bet, but only pretend. He could say that we had gone to bed together and I wouldn't deny it, even though it wasn't true.

  This time I was determined, and I forced him to listen to me.

  "Do you agree to this compromise?"

  "I'd like to kiss every freckle on your face," was his only response, making me clearly understand that he had no intention of giving up on his goal.

  Only the emotion that triggered his sentence on my embarrassing and not very charming freckles made me shut up and accept the kisses that followed, without protesting anymore.

  That evening he tried to go further but I did not allow him and, without imposing himself further, he accepted my limits and was content to sleep with me in his arms.

  The following evening was the night of mutism and non-verbal rejection. I stayed in bed, I didn't say a word and I didn't help. I turned to the wall, covering myself with the covers up to my chin and wished him good night, without moving a muscle or sighing when he tried to melt me with kisses on the head and behind the ear.

  I woke up early that morning. Like the last two times, I found myself lying almost completely over Easton's body, with my legs entwined with his, my head on his chest and an arm on his body.

  Even though it was still dark outside, I saw his figure in dim light.

  He had a beautiful profile with a straight and perfect nose, those plump and seductive lips, that high forehead, covered by some rebellious wavy lock ...

  I admired him for a long time, while my hand wandered over his body, looking for a secure foothold to get up and get to my cell phone to see what time it was.

  I was still lost in my vision and my mind clouded by sleep, when I realized that my hand was sliding directly on Easton's skin.

  I let my fingers run lightly on his abdomen, along the thin strip of hair that widened at a certain point and became thicker, until ...

  What is that?

  Instead of the usual boxer board, I felt something hard and smooth slip under my hand.

  No, no, no ... This is his ...

  Burned, I quickly ran my hand away from that warm, smooth rod that had started to throb under my touch.

  "Why did you stop? I was enjoying it,” murmured Easton's hoarse voice, startling me with the surprise of finding him awake, excited and ...

  And naked!

  "Why are you naked?" I stammered in shock, in a shrill voice, trying to distance myself, but in vain, since the bed was tiny for two people and my back was already pressed against the wall.

  "I was hot."

  "Should I believe you?"

  "Obviously not. You are not stupid, right?” he provoked me, turning to me.

  Even though I didn't see him well, I felt him look at me with a gaze of melted ice.

  “ Easton, you can't undress and sleep with me. Do you understand that?”

  “ I wanted to speed things up. I would have taken your clothes off, but then I know you would have gone mad. Besides, I like to watch a woman undress in front of me."

  "You're a depraved man," I snapped, irritated by his provocations.

  “ I am a man, Alice. Rather, you are making a this into a drama, like a poor naive girl dealing with the first cock she has in her hands."

  That's it! So what? Excuse me so much if I have always imagined this scene in a decidedly more romantic context, instead of with a boy who wants to take me to bed just to win an idiotic bet!

  "Go away, Easton," I only managed to say as a feeling of deep unease assailed me for still being a virgin, when I knew that none my peers were any longer.

  If only I had more sexual experience, Easton would not have got away with it and I would have known how to deal with such an approach, instead of wondering what I had done by touching him, if I could hurt him or if I had excited him so much to make him have an orgasm.

  They were stupid questions but for someone like me they were all legitimate and still lacking an answer, even if Easton's proximity had already helped me understand certain dynamics, thanks to his sighs and moans when I reciprocated his caresses or kissed him the base of the neck and the shoulder.

  “ Alice, if you are a virgin you must tell me. I have to know," he asked me at one point, lighting the bedside lamp and staring me straight in the eye.

  I could read all his suspicions and doubts in his gaze and this only intensified my sense of unease.

  As always, I managed to recover a minimum of clarity and the armor that protected me from those who could hurt me.

  “ I'm not a virgin, but I'm not going to give in with you. Easton, you will never get me, and this bet you made on me only keeps you away from me. Get that into your head! Now disappear and know that I will not let you break into my room anymore," I asserted firmly, severely, with a veil of threat in my tone of voice.

  "You don't have the power to tell me what I should or shouldn't do."

  "If you don't want to understand it for the good, then you will force me to do it for the bad. You already know it's not good for you,” I threatened him further. Only the throbbing of his jaw made me guess I had hit the mark.

  "The person capable of frightening me has yet to be born."

  "I'm not so sure."

  "Be careful, Alice. Remember that every action has consequences and I for one do not forgive so easily. "

  "Neither do I," I said proudly and haughtily.

  10

  ALICE

  That afternoon I went back to my room after classes with my morale below ground.

  I had threatened and declared war on Easton, but in reality, I had no idea how to get rid of him.

  Felicity was right: Easton was a tough nut to crack and never let go until he got what he wanted.

  I also talked about it with Kira who had offered to always sleep with me, instead of in her boyfriend's room.

  I had refused. Not so much for her as for Lucas. Taking Kira away from him even for a minute was like depriving him of oxygen. I could never do such a thing to him.

  When I got to my room, I found Kira.

  "Are you all right?" I asked when I noticed her worried look and tense face. It was not like her to get anxious. She was always
so Zen and balanced, even in the face of life's adversities.

  "I do not know. I'll tell you in two minutes," she replied, pointing to a strange white object on the windowsill.

  I came closer.

  It was a pregnancy test!

  "Are you pregnant?" I asked hesitantly.

  "Maybe. Lucas and I are always careful, but this time my cycle didn't come on time as usual and I'm already four days late. "

  "It could happen."

  "It never happened to me before and today I was so scared that I ran to the pharmacy to take a test."

  "What will you do if you are pregnant?"

  "I have no idea. I only know that Lucas would be happy, but his level of apprehension and attachment to me would become difficult to manage. He suffered a lot as a child, and I don't know how he would take the idea of becoming a father. "

  Worried and agitated about their situation, we waited for the test response.

  After a minute, we had the result: negative.

  "I'm not pregnant," Kira sighed in relief, hugging me in contentment. "I want to have kids, but only after I graduate."

  "I understand."

  At some point, we heard a knock on the door.

  It was Lucas.

  "Oh God, if he sees the test he’ll panic," Kira stirred at once, not knowing where to put it.

  "Say it's mine," I said suddenly, making an idea come to mind. "Thanks, Kira, you just found the solution to my problem," I said, taking the test from her hand and putting it in my pocket.

  I opened the door for Lucas and, after greeting him in passing, I ran to the lounge where the boys, Easton included, often found themselves chatting or studying on the various sofas.

  ***

  EASTON

  "Are we going out together tonight?" proposed a girl who had joined our group that afternoon.

  I looked at her.

  She was beautiful: golden hair, cat eyes, high pink cheekbones, sensual mouth, amber skin, firm boobs that pushed against the generous neckline of the top, long legs ...

  I stopped on her face.

  Where are the freckles?

  I almost jumped when I realized that I was looking for those annoying golden spots that adorned the nose and cheeks of that witch, Alice.

  I still hadn't forgiven her for the way she dumped me that morning and I was ready to go all the way that night. I would bend her to my will with the pleasure that I knew how to give her with my kisses. Even if she pretended to be indifferent to me, it was impossible not to notice how much she enjoyed being touched and kissed by me.

  I liked her. A lot. But she would probably die rather than tell me the truth. So, I would make her die of pleasure very soon.

  I had decided that she would be mine that evening.

  Bet or not bet.

  Honestly, I didn't even care about that stupid deal I had made with Clay, one of my group with whom I also shared five courses and whom I had known in high school.

  I didn't care about creating scandal or becoming even more popular.

  Now I only cared about her, Alice. She and her damned freckles that I dreamed of counting, touching, and kissing every night.

  "I'm busy," I replied to the girl.

  "Right. First the frigid sister has to go to bed,” Clay said, making my nerves jump. I didn't like him talking about Alice like that. Only I could do it.

  "Stepsister," I said. I would have added more, but my gaze was drawn to the new entrance to the lounge.

  Alice.

  It was enough to meet her gaze to understand that there was an air of trouble and a taste of revenge in those eyes that emanated green flames, in perfect harmony with her fiery auburn hair, ready to burn everything it touched. Even her freckles looked like incandescent lava spouts.

  I noticed her decisive and proud step. I went to attention and didn't even hear Clay who was drawing everyone's attention to the sofa next to mine, pointing to Alice as the trophy of the bet we had made a week before.

  At that moment I regretted accepting that game, because I could not bear to see Alice at the center of the interest of those present.

  Alice was mine and no one should dare approach.

  It was better if I left her invisible, instead of putting her in the spotlight because of my impulsiveness and desire to create scandals and problems wherever she goes.

  When she arrived in front of the table in front of the three sofas occupied by me and my friends, I saw her pull an object out of her pants pocket and throw it at me angrily.

  I took it in my hands.

  "What the hell ...?" I was about to say, confused by what it seemed ...

  "That's a pregnancy test!" Clay burst out with euphoric spirits. Except me.

  "I'm not pregnant. Are you happy now?” snapped Alice in general delirium.

  Only I understood what was implied in that gesture: “Are you happy now? Now that everyone thinks we have fucked."

  I was shocked! How could she do this to me?

  No, I wasn't happy. I was pissed!

  This was not what I wanted. I really wanted to have sex with her.

  "Alice ..." I growled threateningly, getting up.

  "No, Easton," she stopped me still furious. “You won and I lost. Now I'm just asking you to stay away, clear?” she increased the dose, sending Clay and the other bettors into raptures, asking me if I had the courage to commit incest and to bed the person who was known by everyone as my sister.

  At the time I had not lied to them by telling them that there was not a single drop of blood in common between me and her, but now I just wanted to scream at everyone to keep quiet and that nothing had happened.

  I couldn’t stop staring at Alice and she didn't seem to give a care. It was as if she were waiting to see if I would admit the truth, knowing that I would risk my reputation, or if I would the game going until I came out on top, even if it meant lying.

  I was silent.

  "Alice, wait!" I shouted furiously when I saw her turn on her heel and leave. I reached her in a few steps, hovering over her with my height, but she did not seem to want to give up and quit.

  “ No, Easton, it's over. I did what you asked me and you ... You are too caught up in yourself to realize what you are willing to lose because of such nonsense. You are preferring the falsehood that you criticize so much in your father instead of integrity. Grow up, Easton, instead of surrounding yourself with this group of losers," she said, pointing to my group of friends.

  Bringing my father into play had been like getting punched in the stomach.

  I could no longer say anything, and she left as quickly as she had arrived.

  I could not believe it. Alice had tricked me and even managed to humiliate me.

  I had to go to the gym to stop from breaking anything or, worse still, running to her and making her mine instantly.

  When I got to my room to change, I saw Alice come out of her room with a bag of laundry.

  I pretended not to notice her and waited a few seconds before following her to the laundry.

  "What the hell were you planning on doing today?" I said, still angry, after making sure there wasn't anyone else in the room.

  “ I wanted to let you know that as your sister I am willing to help you, but as a person with a functioning brain, I wouldn't let you touch me even if I were dead. Did you really think that I would end up in bed with you just for a stupid bet?” she replied irritably, continuing to load the washing machine without even looking at me.

  I was silent for a moment. Her tone of voice was as always outraged, but also exhausted. She seemed tired of the back and forth she had been taking with me since the day we met.

  I waited for her to start the wash and, when her eyes met mine, I read a displeasure and anger that I had never seen before.

  "My God, you are even more depraved and stupid than I imagined!" she continued before giving me the opportunity to reply, making me lose my temper again.

  "You will pay for this," I warned.

 
; Why was it always so easy to end any discussion with her with a threat?

  She burst out laughing. "Get treatment, Easton!"

  "The truth is that you want me, but you're too scared and cowardly to admit it," I challenged her, playing the last card left. I wouldn't let her always have the last word.

  "Maybe you're right. Maybe I could have really gone to bed with you, but the problem here is not me," she said carefully, approaching me.

  I saw her hand reach out to me and slide down my tattooed bare arm.

  I stood still and let her do it.

  It was strange to see her take the initiative and touch me.

  When her eyes returned to mine, there was no trace of the anger of before.

  I heard her sigh as her fingers continued to rise and fall along the path of the stairs that I had tattooed on my skin.

  “ I'm sorry for what I said to you earlier in the lounge. I was angry but I didn't want to hurt you. I was wrong to compare you to your father, but ...” she whispered softly. It was the first time she had spoken to me like that. I was enraptured by her melodious voice. I never thought that Alice was capable of being so adorable and pleasant. "Don't you think it's time to give a direction to these stairs that you have tattooed on you? And to put these threatening dragons to bed? Easton, you have a bright mind and you can do great things, but the more I know you the more I see you I see that you are lost, disoriented and dominated by the demons of your past and these drawn dragons, who seem to want you only to continually open wounds that never stop bleeding instead of healing," she said. She touched the dragon on my shoulder that was left uncovered by my sleeveless shirt, just where I had my wounds caused by the alpha dragon, that is, my mother, whose betrayal and departure had annihilated me. Not even her death had managed to take away that sense of abandonment that I had experienced, leaving me with a halo of solitude and a feeling that I would never be loved by anyone.

  Alice, when did you manage to get so deep and read my soul? How did you do it without my noticing?