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

by Isabella Starling

  "Don't." I shake my head, begging him not to go on. "Please don't tell me."

  "Why? Because if I don't, we can keep pretending it's nothing?" Brazen hisses. "Fuck that, Minnie. We both know there's something between us. Something neither of us have acted on, but we fucking should have, much before it got to this fucking point. I have to do something now, or I'll never forgive myself. Can you understand that?"

  "Please don't."

  "Why? Don't you want it too?" His hand cups my face, and I feel shivers traveling down my spine just like I do every time he touches me. I'm addicted to him - obsessed with the way he touches me, how his hands feel when he puts them on my body. I should resist him, but I can't bring myself to do it. I should walk away, but with him, I'm powerless.

  Every inch of me begs for him to keep going while alarm bells ring out in my head. I shouldn't be encouraging Brazen. Once Emilian finds out, he's going to fucking kill me. And I don't have a death wish, unlike Brazen Oakes.

  "That doesn't matter," I manage to squeak. "What matters is your father and how angry he will be when he finds out about this..."

  "Then we'll just have to make sure he doesn't find out," Brazen growls as his other hand tangles in my mane of hair.

  "Please, Brazen. Don't..."

  "You really don't want me to?" His lips are dangerously close to mine. This is as close as we've ever been to breaking every fucking rule his father set in place. If we take it one step further, we both know there will be hell to pay. But I can't resist anymore. My body, my heart beats with the need for Brazen to touch his lips to mine. And as we gaze into one another's eyes, I realize just how much I want this.

  A fairytale love story that would make everything I've been through worth it.

  A happily ever after with him, prince charming.

  The boy I've been in love with for years to finally make me his... whatever the hell it takes.

  "Don't," I whisper, but my protest is swallowed up by his kiss as he lowers his lips to mine. Brazen kisses me deeply, claiming inch after inch of me within seconds of touching his lips to mine. I let out a soft cry as he keeps kissing me. My heart is beating into overdrive, my mind at odds with my heart as I struggle to come to terms with what's happening.

  "You taste so fucking good, Minnie," Brazen mutters against my lips. "You feel so fucking right..."

  I let out a moan and it encourages him even more. His powerful hands get to work on the buttons of his shirt, and with a start, I realize I'm wearing absolutely nothing underneath - not even a pair of panties. And yet I don't want him to stop. I'd do anything for Brazen to keep going. I want him to undress me. To see my body, bruises and all, to know what I look like naked. Desire runs through my blood, pumping into a frighteningly strong need for him to take me.

  I stop fighting him. My needy hands go around his neck and I whisper his name against his lips while he unbuttons the rest of the shirt. He rips it open, staring at my body beneath the cotton with wide eyes.

  I'm not a fool. I know Brazen's been with a lot of girls. But my sexual experiences have been much different than what he's been through. I don't know passion. I don't know kindness. I don't know love. All I know is Brazen's father punishing touch and his desire to mark me for the next man to find, to dissuade anyone who sees me to try and claim me for themselves.

  "You're so fucking beautiful," Brazen says in a low, throaty whisper. "I've wanted you for so long..."

  "Me too," I admit in a dizzying whisper before he pulls me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist and he carries me to the bedroom. I made his bed this morning. Now he's going to fuck me on it, and I already know I'm going to do nothing to fight it. After all, I've wanted this for just as long as he has, and I can’t resist him anymore.

  We kiss fervently, like it's the first and last time we get to do this - which it probably is. Emilian will never let us see each other again if he ever finds out about this. And yet I can't bring myself to stop Brazen. I kiss him back with just as much passion, and when he takes his clothes off, I don't object. My eyes are full of admiration as they take in his young, muscular body. We're both eighteen now, but I still look like a girl, and Brazen is all man.

  "I'm never letting him touch you again," Brazen tells me darkly before his lips descend on my mouth, kissing me deeply and claiming even more than I'm willing to give him. "I'm never even letting him look at you again, Minnie..."

  I moan as he kisses my neck. His touch is passionate, not cruel, and he treats me with care and respect - like something delicate, not like he's trying to break me. I close my eyes tightly wishing the moment would never end. That I could be stuck in time here, with him, where no one else matters.

  "I need to have you," Brazen mutters against my hot skin. "I need to be with you. I need to make. You. Mine."

  "Please," I breathe desperately. "Do it, right now, don't hold back."

  With a groan, he parts my legs. His eyes widen when he sees I have even more bruises there, and I flush, attempting to close my legs again.

  "No," he growls at me, holding them open. "Let me look at you. Let me fucking see."

  I mewl out loud as he dives between my legs. His impatient tongue flicks at my sex, instantly bringing me closer to a release I don't fucking deserve. I want to give him everything. I want Brazen Oakes to take everything I have to offer and never give it back. Yet I can't bring myself to tell him to keep going. All I can do is silently hope he won't stop now, when I'm the closest I've ever been...

  "Please," I whisper, unable to hold back any longer. "Please, Brazen, make me come..."

  "Fuck." He growls as he comes up for air, and I cry at the loss of him, so very close yet still so far away from the orgasm he could have given me. "You're driving me crazy, Minnie."

  "Just keep going." My voice cracks but I keep begging. I'm lost in this whirlwind of emotion, in a world where we can be together, where no one can stop our love. "Please, Brazen, fuck me..."

  "I'm not going to just fuck you," he mutters. "I'm going to make you mine. Forever."

  He palms his cock and my eyes widen at the size of him. I'm about to speak up, tell him I've never had anyone that big and to be careful he doesn't hurt me, but it's too late. He thrusts inside me, and as much as it fucking hurts, it feels amazing to be this full. With him, the pain doesn't matter. All that matters is that the man whom I've loved for years is finally taking what belongs to him, no matter what anyone else says.

  He fucks me hard, driving his hips deeper and deeper into my depths while I fervently moan his name.

  "Are you on the pill?" he grunts at me, and I bite my lower lip, shaking my head. I constantly live in fear Emilian Oakes will get me pregnant, and he must get off on it, because he fucking never uses a condom, and forbids me from getting the pill. Luckily nothing has happened so far. So why am I wishing it would be different with Brazen?

  Because I love him, I think guiltily, quickly banishing the thought to the back of my head where it cannot hurt me.

  He keeps fucking me, not giving a damn about the world. He brings me closer and closer to an orgasm until pure pleasure rips through my body like a scream. I come with a cry, soaking his cock and making Brazen repeat my name fervently, as if he's in a dream.

  "Please, Brazen," I whisper. "You have to come too..."

  "Where?" he grunts.

  "Inside me." I swallow, desperate eyes meeting his feverish gaze. "Please, come inside me."

  With a grunt, he buries his cock deeper inside me and I cry out his name just as the door flies open.

  We're not alone anymore.

  Chapter Three

  Minnie

  "Brazen!" I cry out as someone drags him off me. I'm naked, with Brazen's cum dripping out of my exposed body, and I scramble to grab a sheet to cover myself up. But the next moment, a strong fist wraps around my hair and yanks me to my feet.

  "You fucking whore."

  It's Brazen's father. I know Emilian's voice all too well, but even I haven't heard him
this pissed off and eager to hurt someone. Blood lust drips from his words as he yanks me closer. "What have you done, you little fucking whore?"

  "Let go of me," I scream, doing my best to fight him off me. "Brazen!"

  The next second, he's up and fighting his father off me. But nobody could make Emilian let go now. He sees red, and he's already clawing at my skin. Then, his hands leave my hair and wrap around my throat, choking me so hard my eyes roll back.

  "Don't you fucking touch her, you asshole," Brazen hisses at him while my vision darkens. "Let go!"

  The two struggle and Emilian finally lets go of me when Brazen overpowers him. I crawl into the corner, sobbing as I clutch my throat, still feeling his death-like grip on me. I watch them fight until Brazen finally knocks him out.

  "Oh my god," I whisper. He's next to me the next second. "Brazen, what have we done? He's going to fucking kill you after that..."

  "I don't give a shit. I'll kill him first," Brazen grunts. "Are you okay?"

  I nod even though I still feel dizzy from the lack of oxygen. "I'll be okay."

  "Come on, I need to take you somewhere." He helps me get up.

  "Where are we going?"

  "Just trust me. I need to get you away from here."

  "But your father... when he wakes up, he's going to kill you," I whisper. "Especially if he finds out I'm gone."

  Brazen takes my hands in his and looks deep into my eyes. "Listen to me, Minnie. Trust me. It doesn't matter what happens to me, I just need to get you the fuck away from here."

  "But Brazen, I-"

  "Come with me. I can't leave you here. This might be your only chance."

  I stare into his eyes and finally say, "Okay."

  He grabs my hand and pulls me down the hallway. I'm naked, but there's no time for embarrassment as we run through the house. It's quiet after the party and we don't run into anyone. Brazen makes me keep running until we reach the garden. He's only in PJ trousers and I'm sure he's as cold as I am. But we keep running, keep going until we reach the hunter's lodge in the pine forest behind Oakes Estate.

  "You need to stay here," he tells me. "Leave the lights off so no one notices. I'm going to come back early tomorrow morning. Try to get some rest."

  "I can't," I whisper. "How am I supposed to stay here alone, while you go back there? What if I never see you again?"

  "You will," he says.

  "Promise me." My bottom lip trembles as the reality of this situation dawns on me. I can't go back to the Estate now. Emilian has told me a thousand times - if I fuck someone else, he's going to kill us both. And if Brazen goes back now, he's as good as fucking dead. I can only pray Emilian doesn't find me and choke me to death.

  "I promise," Brazen says, pressing his thumb against my bottom lip. "I promise you, Mignonette."

  "Okay," I nod, shaking all over. "Go. I'll wait for you."

  He leans in, kissing me with so much passion it makes my heart skip a beat. I can't believe this is finally happening. That we're letting ourselves go there - a place I've been afraid of and craving at the same time for years.

  "See you soon," he says, pulling back.

  "See you," I whisper.

  And then he's gone, and I'm left alone in the pitch-black room. I tip-toe around the place until I find the cot in the corner. There are some blankets there I should probably leave alone, but I'm fucking freezing, and I crawl under the soft, worn fabric gratefully. I know I won't be able to catch a wink of sleep, not without knowing what's going on with Brazen.

  I don't know how much time passes because my mind is racing with a thousand thoughts every second of it.

  I think about Brazen's future now that he's disobeyed his father like this. I think about my own future. My mother's.

  I feel sick and huddle deeper under the blankets. I count to a hundred and back. I try to take deep, even breaths, but nothing works.

  It must be hours later because it's getting light outside. My stomach tightens when I think about Brazen. He said he was going to be back by the early morning. It's already past that.

  I watch the sun come up and go higher and higher in the sky. I'm grateful the lodge is lighter now, but I still need to be careful so no one notices I'm here. I find some dried fruit and nuts in a wooden box on the ground, tearing into them and eating small bits at once. My stomach is growling and I'm still cold, but the food is helping. I just wish I had some water to wash it down with.

  I finally hear something hours later. But I have no idea whether it's good or bad - it could just as well be one of the employees in the Estate who would take me back to Emilian. I huddle in the corner, shaking as the footsteps get nearer and nearer. My heart threatens to pound right out of my chest. Finally, a familiar figure appears in the doorframe. It's Brazen.

  I practically throw myself at him, making him drop what he's carrying. But he doesn't scold me or tell me to stop, he just embraces me back and holds me to his chest tightly.

  "It's okay," he whispers when a cry tears itself from my lips. "I'm okay."

  But his voice is raspy, and when he pulls back I can see he has a black eye and a split lip. "Oh fuck, Brazen. Does he know you're here?"

  "No," he mutters. "I put something in his drink. We have twelve hours."

  "Fuck," I whisper. "You drugged him?"

  "I didn't have a choice." He holds me at an arm's length, eyes narrowing when he looks at my neck. I touch my fingertips to the brightly burning skin self-consciously. Fuck. I guess I got even more bruises from Emilian. A parting gift. "Minnie, we have to leave today."

  "Together?"

  "Of course," Brazen nods solemnly. "Together."

  I take his hand and guide him into the lodge. He brought two backpacks with him and I drink gratefully from the water bottle he offers me. He has food, clothes, money. He thought of everything.

  "But what if your father finds us?" I ask him, nervously biting my lower lip. "He's never going to stop looking."

  "If he touches you again, I'll fucking kill him." Brazen sounds deathly serious, making goosebumps erupt all over my skin at the sound of his words. "The only reason I haven't done it yet is because I feel sorry for my mom and sister. But we're leaving tonight. Do you understand we can never come back?"

  I nod wordlessly, my eyes latching onto his. "What about my mom?"

  "Your mom?" Brazen spits out, shaking his head. "Forget her, Minnie. She spent her whole life using you. She's a coward and a narcissist. You're better off without her."

  I want to object, but then I think about what he's suggesting. Leaving, together. Never seeing Emilian Oakes again. Never again having to feel his wrath, his punishments. For the first time in my life, I would be... free.

  "Where are we going to go?" I whisper and Brazen grins at me, realizing I'm starting to accept his plan.

  "As far away from here as we can," he mutters. "Some of the guys from Prep will help me, don't worry. Just trust me. I have someone picking us up here in eight hours. We just have to be patient until then."

  "Okay." He cradles me against his chest and I relish the feeling of having his body pressed against mine. "Thank you, Brazen."

  "I'm just sorry I didn't do this sooner," he mutters as we pull apart. "Can you forgive me for that?"

  "There's nothing to forgive, you don't owe me anything," I whisper.

  "Of course I do. I owe you everything, because if I don't give you that, I'm not being true to myself." His words warm me from the inside and I manage a shy smile. Brazen groans, taking my cheek in his hand and gazing down at me. "You're so fucking beautiful, Minnie."

  "Thank you." Flushing, I try to look away, but he tips my chin up so I'll keep looking at him.

  "I can't believe I let him hurt you for so fucking long. He'll never lay a finger on you again."

  "Don't let him." I can't believe I'm asking him that, but I feel so vulnerable right now I can't help but let my true emotions come to the surface. My mother always taught me to hide how I'm really feeling. She said no
body would love an unhappy girl who never smiled. With her, I was forced to paint on a smile no matter what. But with Brazen, I let myself be who I really am - the good, the bad and the frightening, I let him see it all.

  "I won't." He kisses me, hesitantly at first but then deepening our kiss until I moan against his lips. "Fuck, Minnie, I want you again."

  "I know," I manage before he swallows my words with another kiss. "I want you again, too. I always want you. Can't live without you."

  "Fuck..." He stares me down as I sink to my knees in front of him. "What are you doing?"

  "Let me show you." I flush as I reach for his cock. "Let me show you how much I need you."

  "You don't have to," Brazen rasps.

  "I want to, please..." I pull down his zipper, still keeping my eyes trained on his. "Let me show you..."

  He groans, running his hands through his hair while I pull out his already hard cock. He's so huge. But if he fit in my pussy, I'll make him fit in my mouth, too.

  I lick his cockhead, running my tongue down the sides of it and making him groan my name.

  "We shouldn't be doing this," he grunts. "But fuck, I can't stop you..."

  I shake my head, keeping eye contact as I start to suck him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I can feel myself getting needy for him, and my fingers travel between my legs to rub my naked clit. He watches, mesmerized, as I lick and suck his cock and play with myself at the same time. His cock throbs in my mouth, filling me. I can fucking taste how much Brazen Oakes wants me.

  Wanting nothing more than to feel him in me again, I allow myself to enjoy the act I've always hated. It feels so fucking good like this, so different from being throatfucked, sometimes with a knife pointed to my throat. Everything is different with Brazen. He would never hurt me, unless I begged for it. This is everything I've always wanted.

  He's going to take care of me.

  I give the blowjob my all until he's grunting, holding the back of my head and guiding his cock deeper and deeper between my lips.

  "Fucking enough," he finally growls, pulling his dick out of my mouth with a pop and glaring at me as I moan, spit dripping from my mouth. "Get on that bed. I need to make sure of something."