A Hurt So Sweet: Complete Dark Bully Romance Series Box Set: Elite of Eden Falls Prep

by Isabella Starling

  He doesn't try to stop me, making my bottom lip tremble, and I walk to the door and out into the hallway. But before I can make my way outside, Dex is standing before me, blocking my way out.

  "Stay," he says, the single word as devastating as it is simple. "Please, can you stay with me?"

  I don't think Dexter Booth has uttered the word please once in his life, but I ignore the urge to snap at him, and give him a simple nod instead.

  "I'll stay," I agree. "But under one condition."

  "What's that?"

  It's my turn to smirk, and I do so with pleasure. "You don't make any attempts to fuck me again."

  Chapter Eight

  Pandora

  Dexter takes a step closer to me, gently brushing his fingers through my hair until it's all gathered in his fist.

  "You don't want me to fuck you?"

  His words are a gentle caress against my skin. I shiver involuntarily, staring at the floor while I shake my head. I lose my confidence so quickly around Dexter Booth. It's as if he can flip a switch that makes me go from feisty and rebellious to meek and timid in a split second.

  "No," I finally mutter after a long pause, but even I'm not convinced by my answer.

  "Okay." He sounds so sweet, caring. Too bad I know that's far from the truth. "I won't touch you, Pandora. Stay a little while longer, will you?"

  I manage to nod, fighting every instinct in my body not to beg him to touch me again. His fingers have left my skin cold and covered in goosebumps. I hate myself for how weak he makes me. That he's turned me into a puppet despite my best intentions to fight him. Something about the boy makes my knees weak. Something about him makes it impossible for me to say no.

  "I'll stay." He takes my hand then, gently leading me back into the living room. He pulls up a blanket and some pillows and arranges them on the rug in front of the fireplace, motioning for me to sit down. I follow his instructions, watching silently as he adds more wood to the fire. Finally, he joins me on the rug, keeping a safe distance.

  "I need to tell you something," he begins. Alarm bells go off in my head, but it's hard to listen to them.

  I feel something happening. A panic attack, again. My body shakes on the inside, but remains frozen on the floor. I hear Dexter speaking, explaining something about his family, but I'm so far away I'm barely aware of the words coming out of his mouth.

  "Dexter," I squeak, and he shuts up, staring at me with his brows knitting together.

  "What's wrong?"

  I try to breathe but I don't remember how. All of a sudden, the walls are closing in on me. I feel drunk out of my mind, but I only drank some wine... I stare into Dexter's eyes, his features dancing and making my head spin.

  Dexter laughs then, loud and booming and somehow calming, and I giggle with him, all my worries forgotten as we collapse on the rug, laughing together.

  "What the fuck is happening?" I hold my belly which is hurting from laughing so much. "I feel totally out of it..."

  Dex grabs my hand, propping himself up on one elbow. "Feel my heart."

  I do, and feel it beating as fast as my own.

  "Dexter," I grind out. "You need to touch me."

  "What?" His brows knit together. "You told me..."

  Before I can tell myself to stop, I've taken a bold step forward. My lips find Dex's and I kiss him this time, hands on his cheeks, desperately trying to pull out the need I know he feels for me from inside the chest he's locked it in.

  "I need you," I whisper against his lips. "Dex, I can't help it, I'm fucking dying for you..."

  I have no idea what's happening, but a sudden burst of desire rips through my body. Dexter's figure is frozen next to mine, as if he's tripping on the same thing I am, except moments behind me. Suddenly I'm sober as day, and I take a step back, gasping as I feel my lips. I bruised my own fucking mouth by tonguefucking Dexter freaking Booth. Great job.

  "Dexter, what the fuck was in that wine?" I whisper. Without waiting for his answer, I race ahead.

  Dex walks in after me, and by that time, I've got the bottle in my hands. The words dance before my eyes and I feel another surge of the drink coming on.

  "Pheromone," I read out loud from the wine's label. "Enhance your... sexual adventures... with this desire-inducing blend of..."

  "Fuck," Dexter grunts. "Did we just drink half a bottle of that shit?"

  "Afraid so." I set the bottle down on the coffee table, and liquid splashes over the top, making me laugh out loud again. "Oh God, Dex, it's happening again..."

  But while I'm feeling zoned out of my mind, Dex seems to have gotten to the horny part of our little trip.

  "Is that your parents' wine?" I giggle as he nears me. "Man, they were kinky."

  Dex doesn't stop, and he grabs me by my ass, making me cry out as he puts my legs around his lap. I'm quick to wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him in. At least now we have an excuse to start making out... I was getting pathetically desperate without that wine, already.

  "Kiss me," I beg him, but he shakes his head.

  "Show me what's mine," he hisses. "Spread your legs and show me what you've been giving to all those boys behind my back..."

  I bite my lower lip, teeth digging into the meat as I pull my dress up tentatively. My hands shake as they gather my panties at the hip, and I pull them down before I can change my mind.

  "For fuck's sake," Dexter mutters. "They sure taught you to obey better than I ever did."

  I spread my legs, not brave enough to tell him I didn't do this for anyone else. That I'm only such a slut for him, reserving him the special privilege of owning my mind on top of my body, even when he's not touching me at all.

  "I only listen to you," I whisper, the words hot as I exhale them. "You're the only one I want, Dex..."

  His eyes widen as my fingers touch between my legs, sliding up my pussy lips, parting them for his pleasure. The outline of his erect cock is plainly visible beneath the fabric of the grey sweatpants he's wearing. His sculpted chest rises dramatically with each breath. I realize I want him, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I stare him down, eyes glued to his as a moan escapes my parted lips.

  "You want to fuck me, don't you?" The dirty words feel right somehow, and I tap the fingertip of my right pointer finger against the hood of my clit. "You've been thinking about it since last time..."

  He doesn't answer, but his jaw sets as he stares me down.

  "Just admit it already, Dexter..." I cock my head to the side as I begin massaging myself. "You want to have your cock all wrapped up in my pussy again."

  "You have no idea what you're going to make me do if you don't stop, toy." His voice is low and breathless, and his right palm has moved to the bulge in his sweatpants, greedily massaging his dick. It's not just the outline of it now, either. I can clearly see the wet spot where a bead of precum has soaked through the fabric of his pants.

  "Why don't you show me?" I purr, moaning when I feel my fingertip finally tap against my clit. "Fuck, Dex, you're making me drip..."

  He gets up, his hand palming his cock as he comes to a stop inches before me.

  "On your knees," he demands.

  "What about my pussy?" I whine, leaning back on my other hand and showing off to him. "Aren't you going to take care of me?"

  "No," he spits out. "I feel like taking advantage."

  "So mean to me, Dex..."

  "Are you really surprised?" He licks his lips, making me quiver. "Now shut up and do as you're told."

  I slide down to the floor, sitting with my knees spread apart and my eyes glued to his. "What now, Sir?"

  "Take my pants off," he growls.

  I pull on the legs of his sweatpants and they slide over his hips painfully slowly. Dex tips my chin back with his free hand, the other going against the wall as he leans back. Slowly, his fingers migrate from my face to my hair, gathering my dark mane into his fist and pulling me dangerously close to where his navel is being more and more exposed.

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sp; I come face-to-face with his happy trail, like an arrow leading down to what I need most. I struggle pulling down his pants and then they give suddenly, his cock breaking free and slapping my face. I whisper his name, but Dex cups the back of my neck and grabs his cock at the base.

  "Want it?" He points the tip at my lips and I shake as I look up at him. I can lie to Dex, but I sure as fuck can't lie to myself, and I'm quickly realizing he's still the one who holds all the power here. I may have plans of my own, but I can't help his wicked charm. Every single time, he gets the better of me. I nod eagerly, licking my lips.

  "Then beg for it. Ask Sir nicely. Ask for my cock in your mouth." I groan but he tugs on my hair without remorse, making me cry out. "Don't fucking hesitate, toy. Beg. Suck. Beg. Suck."

  "Fuck," I whisper. "Please, can I have it in my mouth?"

  "You know how to ask better than that," he smirks. "At least pretend like you're trying for me, slut."

  "Please, Sir..." I flush using the word I'd resisted to wildly at first. "Can I... can I have it in my mouth? Can I suck it better for you? Can I get all your cum, please, Dexter... please?"

  His eyes glitter with dark pleasure and he presses the tip of his cock against my lips. His precum smears over my mouth and I suck him in greedily, but the moment I do, he pulls back again, not letting me have another taste.

  "Taste it," he tells me. "Tell me how much you love it."

  With my eyes on his, I extended my tongue and lick the slit in his cock again and again. I lick, almost forgetting to breathe as I fill myself with his taste, feeling greedier than ever.

  "You taste so good, Dex," I whisper. "You taste different than all the others..."

  He tugs on my hair, a silent warning. But the sick part of me wants to keep pushing. I want him to feel hurt, to stab that knife right into his back.

  "Easton's was sweeter," I purr. "But-"

  He pulls me up by my hair, his face an expression of pure rage as he slams me against the opposite wall. "Don't forget yourself, toy."

  "Or else what?" I snap back.

  "Or else suffer the consequences." He eyes my dress - two hundred thousand at Net-A-Porter, thank you very much - then reaches for the neckline and rips it down the middle. I shriek, but he pays it no mind, throwing the remnants of my beautiful outfit to the ground. I shiver before him in nothing but a silky bra then, feeling the impact of his anger and hoping, so desperately hoping I can push him even further. "See what you make me do, my pretty toy? You make me break all the rules... And if you don't watch out, I'll break you, too."

  "Again?"

  "Again." He slams his hips into mine. "And again. And fucking again."

  Dexter grabs my neck from the front. I can tell how hard he's working to control himself from how firmly but gently he grips my throat between his fingers, and I swallow as he presses his forehead against mine.

  "You want that, Pandora? You want me to break you again? That's why you came here, isn't it?" I don't answer, turning my head to the side, but he forces it back by grabbing my chin. "Tell me the truth right now."

  "What truth?"

  "What you really feel." His lips are half an inch away from mine. I can feel his words against my mouth, almost tasting him. The tension in the room is palpable now, this moment carrying more weight than I initially imagined. "Do you love me, Pandora Oakes?"

  Dex's words carry a warning. Whether he wants me to say yes or no, I can't be sure - but I can feel his fingers shaking against my neck. He's losing his grip. He's losing control. He's going to break more rules now. If I play my cards right, he'll break me.

  I really fucking want him to break me.

  But once again, Dexter wins over my own mind, and my lips open, the truth slipping out of the box I'd locked it in moments ago.

  "Yes."

  For a moment, everything stands still. I'm convinced I've imagined it all until Dexter finally lowers his lips to mine. His mouth makes it clear this is very much my reality.

  Dex has never kissed me like this before. His lips devour me, deepening the desire I feel for him with each second his mouth is pressed to mine. My shaky hands find his cock and I whisper his name against his lips as I begin to jerk him off with needy , fast motions.

  "Slow down," he growls into my mouth. "Or I'm going to fucking soak you..."

  "Do it." I'm getting careless, but I can't fight it. Dex has awakened a hidden instinct inside me that demands the pain he's doling out so generously. "Fucking come already..."

  "But I still want to have so much fun with you. You think I'll go easy on you tonight, Oakes? You saw the damage your father did to me." I touch my fingers to his back and he winces before going on. "And now, I'm going to take out all that frustration on you. My toy. Willing or unwilling, it doesn't matter to me. As long as you're screaming my name in pleasure, I'll take it as consent."

  He pushes away from the wall, allowing me to catch my breath. Dex slides his pants off. His cock bounces free, thick and swollen with his desire for me.

  "Fuck," I whisper. "I always forget how big you are, Dex..."

  "Quiet." He turns me around so my front is against the wall. "Spread your ass for me. I want to look at your tight little asshole while I jerk myself off."

  His dirty words make my head spin, but what's even more shocking is that I obey instantly, giving him what he asked for and silently hoping he'll take even more from me.

  I spread the globes of my ass and Dexter chuckles darkly. I hear him spitting. It makes me gasp. The half second before I feel his spit dribble into my hole passes excruciatingly slowly, and when I finally feel the liquid soaking me, I push my ass out against him.

  "Dirty toy." He grabs my throat with one hand, making me arch my back and look back and up at him. "You love it when I humiliate you like this, don't you?"

  "Yes," I whisper.

  "Yes, what?"

  "Yes, Sir." My voice is barely audible, and Dex smirks cruelly at me.

  "Whose whore are you?" he asks. His tone is kind this time.

  "Yours."

  "Who do you come for?"

  "You, Sir."

  "Did you come with them?" He tightens his grip on my throat, making me cry out in protest. "Answer me right now, Pandora. Did you come with Easton? Lai? Julian? Caspian?"

  "Yes!" I moan. "I did, I'm sorry, I did."

  "You're never coming with another man again," he growls against my lips. "Repeat it to me."

  "I'm never coming with another man again," I cry out.

  "Your pussy belongs to me." His free hand slaps my right nipple when I don't say anything. "Repeat!"

  "My pussy belongs to you."

  "From now on..." He moves his hand between my legs, making me cry out. "This is mine."

  His fingers move to my exposed ass. "This is mine."

  They circle my ass and make me mewl before reaching up to my lips and push inside my mouth. "And this is mine, too. Understand?"

  "Yes, Sir." I feel helpless. I don't know whether it's the wine or my own Dexter Booth deficiency, but my body demands I give in to him. I've never been more turned on in my life. I can feel my own cunt dripping down my thighs. Shame burns two bright red spots on my cheeks and I swallow my pride. "Please. Take it. Don't you want to have me?"

  "All in good time, my toy." He slaps my thighs apart, and I mindlessly do as I'm told. "God, look at that tight little ass. And how pretty your pussy is, Pandora... So pink... so juicy."

  I whimper when he touches his fingers to my wet slit and begins rubbing up and down, getting his fingers wet with my juices.

  "Please, Dex," I manage. "No more torture, I want you inside me, now..."

  "Right here?"

  I nod eagerly. I don't care that we're in the middle of his living room. I don't care that we're both out of it on pheromone-spiked wine. All I care about is Dex fucking me now that nobody's looking. Animalistic need vibrates through my body and I press my ass against his bare cock.

  "Right here, Dex. Please."

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sp; He grunts, grabbing his cock at the base and pointing it at my wet entrance. "This is where you want it, isn't it, Pandora?"

  "Yes," I whisper. "Please, Sir..."

  "Beg."

  "Please, I need you to show me how much you need me..." My voice breaks over the words as he pushes a mere inch of his impressive length into my dripping wetness. "Dex, please don't torture me, let me have more, please!"

  "You beg like a whore, toy," he grunts in my ear. "Like a needy little whore..."

  Unceremoniously, he drives his length into me and I whisper his name as he starts to move his hips, slow and steady at first, but growing more and more needy and urgent. I'm a mess of moans and whispered promises in seconds, hoping he'll never stop. My palms brace against the wall, forehead leaning against the cool stone while Dex grabs my hips, positioning me so I'm standing on my tiptoes.

  "You feel so good on my cock," he moans in my ear. "I can feel your pussy stretching to fit all of me. Does it hurt, toy?"

  I don't answer, moaning in pure ecstasy, but this only seems to drive him wilder, each of his words punctuated with a thrust of his hips.

  "Does. It. Hurt. Toy?"

  "Yes, yes, Sir," I get out through gritted teeth. "You're stretching me so much, please!"

  "Take it."

  And I do, again and again until I feel myself tethering on the edge of the precipice of pleasure. I'm ready to take that final step, to drop deep into the abyss below and allow myself the orgasm of a lifetime with the boy I hate most in the world.

  My body gives out, and I stumble, Dex's cock slipping out of me. He groans, displeased that I've gotten away, and before I can catch my breath, he's dragged me over to the rug and forced me on my back.

  "I want to look at you when I'm inside you," he tells me as he gets on top of me, his eyes crazed with need. He spits on the spot between our legs where his cock meets my pussy, and I whisper his name when he smears the spit all over my already drenched pussy. Painfully slowly, he pushes his cock into my needy hole.

  "Dex, please, can I..."

  "Can you what?" He grabs my legs by the ankles and holds me down for easy access. He's speaking through gritted teeth now, barely able to hold back from bursting himself. "Ask properly, and I might let you."