And just like that, Killian Pierce leaves me again.
By the end of the day, I’m still shaken up from the run-in with Killian. I used to hate it when he first started ignoring me, but now I prefer it. I end up feeling like a simpering fool when he’s close.
I feel absolutely naked without my underwear as I start the walk from school to the place I’ve been staying since the summer. Finding a safe place to stay when you’re a broke high school student with no family isn’t easy. But it was better than foster care or anything mandated by the state. At least I was in control. If anyone got handsy with me, or rude, I had the option to pack my bag and skip out and find another place to live. The place I’m staying isn’t great, but the single mom who agreed to let me stay on her basement couch for a hundred dollars a month is better than some pervy old guy. I work at a boutique in town a few days a week. It’s not the best paying job, but it’s enough to pay my rent and to keep food in my stomach.
“Hey! Wait up!” I don’t turn around when I hear the girl from this morning yelling at me from across the road. I don’t want to be rude to her. She’s new and she seems nice enough, but for whatever reason, the Pierce brothers don’t want me talking to her and I’ve got enough of a target on my back with Killian already. I don’t need the target to be made out of a flashing red light too.
“Ava! Are you okay?” She’s closer and I slow my pace because I realize that the only thing more persistent than a Pierce brother is someone who sees them in action and doesn’t realize that they make the rules. She’s in for a shock when she realizes that they can absolutely do whatever they want to whoever they want. She’s not going to change that.
“Hey. Sorry, I’m late getting home,” I lie. Sandra doesn’t care when I come or go as long as I’m quiet and pay her before the 1st of the month.
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay, that guy was pretty rough with you.” Desiree syncs her stride with mine and I glance around. The Pierce brothers have eyes and ears all over this town. When I don’t answer her she asks, “Is he your boyfriend?”
“No. I’ve just known Killian for a long time,” I say honestly. “You should steer clear of him. He seemed pretty adamant that I shouldn’t talk to you, but he didn’t say why.” I might as well get it all out in the open. I don’t want to see her get hurt, and they’re unforgiving bastards.
“He doesn’t even know me.” She stops when I do in front of Sandra’s house. “What is it with random British guys hating me today?” She huffs but doesn’t make a move to keep walking, so I stand there, glancing around one more time.
“Was he blonde? Tattoos?” I already know he is. There are no other English boys at our school, especially not with explosive tempers. She slowly nods, biting her bottom lip. I don’t know what she could have done on her first day of school to be on their shit list, but it’s too late at this point to turn it around. “That’s Killian’s brother, Kai. What did you to them?”
“Nothing. He came into the bathroom and threatened me and I…” I cut her off, holding my hand up. I don’t need the gory details. I don’t want to get involved. I just want to go back to being invisible and make it through the next year without losing my underwear to that cocky asshole again.
“It doesn’t matter. They’ve decided you’re the enemy.” I reach out and pat her on the arm when her face drops. “Everyone except their immediate circle is the enemy. They’re the only reason we have a decent basketball team, and they don’t even acknowledge the other guys on the team or the coach for that matter. This is their world, we’re just trying to survive it. Keep your head down and go the other way if you see them or any of the Vipers. This isn’t a joke. They’re violent, and you need to understand that.”
“The Vipers?” She crosses her arms over her chest and I suddenly feel panicky. We’re alone, the only person in sight is old Mr. Peterson watering his plants across the street. But I feel him. Killian. I feel him like he’s standing right behind me, breathing down my neck.
“That’s their crew. The Blackcrown Vipers. You’ll know if you see one of them,” I tell her.
“They’re in a gang?” She doesn’t seem alarmed or even surprised. I suspect she hasn’t had the easiest life.
I shake my head in the negative. “They run the gang.” I look around as if Killian or Kai might sprout out of thin air. “Everything at Blackcrown High revolves around the two of them. As long as you don’t forget that, you’ll be okay.” I hope I’m right about that because I really don’t know her or why they don’t like her.
A look of understanding passes her pretty features, and I shift to head up the walkway, but she doesn’t move. “Do you live close by?” I don’t want to alarm her, but if she has Kai Pierce after her, she shouldn’t be walking home alone.
“Yeah, just a few houses that way,” she says, gesturing with her thumb behind her. “Well, thanks for the info. I guess I’ll see you around.”
I nod and head up the walk and let out a long breath. I’ve worked so hard over the last few years to hide any emotions I’m feeling, but today Killian has me rattled and I feel like I might burst into a thousand pieces. When I’m inside the house, I turn to lock the storm door behind me and my stomach lurches when I see Killian riding shotgun in Kai’s car, rolling slowly past my house. His eyes meet mine and I realize we still have the same connection we had when we were younger. I felt him staring at me when I was talking to Desiree.
I step away from the door and drop my backpack to the floor.
I’ll pay for disobeying him tomorrow.
And he’ll be brutal.
3
Desiree
I’m getting ready for school with extra shaky hands this morning. It’s only the second day, but it feels like a sort of purgatory. I’m already the weird new girl no one wants to be bothered with, and now, apparently, I have the school’s most notorious bad boy after me. Which makes the girls steer clear of me even more since they all seem to love the Pierce brothers.
It’s like the more I try to stay quiet, blend in, and keep to myself the more trouble follows me.
I put on an oversized hoodie over my outfit today in the hopes that it'll help me be less noticeable.
As I leave the apartment today, I pull my hood up and start jogging to school.
I’ve felt like I’ve had eyes on my back the whole morning. I’ve been extra cautious on my way to school today. I’m equal parts scared and relieved that there’s been no sign of Chad.
Not only do I have to worry about Chad, but also, my father.
He was released from prison today.
Daniel Wright, AKA my sperm donor, is nothing but a worthless piece of shit. He’s done nothing in life except abuse me and my mom.
Since he got sent to prison I started going by Mom’s maiden name. I didn’t want to share a last name with that asshole.
So, when I hear heavy footsteps behind me as I reach the school parking lot, I whip around with my heart threatening to explode from my chest.
And it’s the tattooed guy from the bathroom yesterday. What had Ava said his name is? Kai. My hand flies to my chest and I close my eyes in quick relief. Not that I’m happy to see him, but it’s better than my psychotic father, I suppose.
His eyes narrow into slits and he doesn’t stop his forceful strides as he backs me up against a car.
“Why do you look so relieved to see me, love?” his low, velvety voice hits me almost like a caress. He strokes my cheek lightly, his touch making me shiver. I bat his hand away, knowing full well he’s up to no good. He gives me a sinister smile, a dimple appearing in one of his cheeks. “Apparently, I’m doing a bad job of making you fear me, so I’ll make myself very clear.” He leans in closer, his breath fanning my face, and then his whole demeanor changes. Real fear courses through me as his lip curls up in rage. “I should be your worst fucking nightmare. You’d do best to remember that.”
Now it’s my turn to bare my teeth. “You have no idea what demons I’ve had t
o fight.”
“None of them can be worse than I am.”
“I’ve seen way worse than some high school boy with a bullet complex,” I blurt before I can stop myself.
His icy eyes turn more glacial as he stares down at me, then a voice interrupts us.
“Damn, Kai, who’s the new girl? Haven’t seen her around yet.”
Kai growls, straightening. “You don’t need to see her. In fact, forget you ever fucking saw her. She’s mine.”
What?!
“He’s lying. I am not his!” I retort, loud enough to be heard, and I hear some laughter echo around us. I can’t see past Kai’s broad shoulders, but it sounds like there’s a few guys behind him. Probably part of the Vipers or whatever Ava had said they call themselves.
I push at his broad chest and he doesn’t budge, but a look passes in his eyes and he takes a step back.
There’s something cunning and calculated in the way he’s staring at me and I feel heat rise to my cheeks. The look he’s giving me tells me I’ll regret this interaction between us, so I hurriedly run inside the school.
When I get to English, Kai sits beside me. I pretend he doesn’t exist, but my palms are sweaty.
The whole class, he stares at me...and so does the rest of the class.
My nerves are like a living thing as their whispers surround me, and I feel a random rivulet of sweat cascade down my back. It tickles and I want to scratch it, but I don’t. I feel frozen in my anxiety.
“She doesn’t look like anything special. Must give good head if Kai’s giving her the time of day.”
“Must be Kai’s new fuck.”
“She’s not even that pretty.”
“She’s got nice tits, though.”
They keep coming the entire class. With each passing comment, my nerves threaten to overtake me to the point that, when the bell rings, I’m in such a rush to get out of there that I trip and almost fall. A few giggles follow me, but I’m out of there so fast I barely hear them.
I’m halfway to the bathroom when someone grabs my arm and jerks me inside a small storage closet.
I yelp, but a hand comes down over my mouth, and I’m face to face with Kai once more.
I bite his finger, and he laughs. “Try and hurt me, love,” Kai says, softly twirling a piece of my hair between his fingers. “I will only enjoy it.” He brings my strand of hair to his face and inhales deeply.
“God, can you just leave me alone?” I ask, exasperated.
His hand wraps around my throat. “I feel your pulse thumping against my skin. Are you finally afraid?” he asks.
“No,” I lie.
His smile is that of a hungry shark, and then, quick as lightning, he pulls the V of my t-shirt down to reveal my bra.
“Hey!” I shriek, my hands immediately coming up to cover my chest, but Kai stops me.
He shoves his hips into my stomach, his leg between mine, and his one hand locks around both my wrists, securing them above my head. I’m trapped, pinned in place by what feels like a slab of concrete.
Tears spring to my eyes. “Come on, don’t do this,” I say.
“Ah,” he says softly, that cold smile back in place. “There’s the fear I’ve been searching for.”
I open my mouth to scream, and he shakes his head mockingly, tutting me. “Go ahead and scream if you want, but no one will come for you.”
I do it anyway. It's loud and shrill, echoing inside the small space.
I’m cut off when Kai pulls my bra below my breasts, causing them to lift further.
I turn my head to the side, squeezing my eyes shut. “Okay, you’ve humiliated me. I get it. You can let me go now,” I whisper.
He chuckles darkly. “And where would be the fun in that? I’ve only just started with you, love.”
He reaches around and unclasps my bra from behind my back and pulls it off. He forcefully pulls my arms down from the position he had them in and wrenches them behind my back and ties them together with my bra.
I finally bring my gaze to meet his again and the tears in my eyes threaten to spill over at the cruel and hungry look he’s giving me.
“That’s better,” he says softly with his head cocked to the side, eyes glued to my breasts. “You look like such a good little whore with your hands behind your back like that. With your back arched and your tits pushed out like an offering. How does it feel to offer yourself to me?” he asks huskily.
“I’m not offering myself to you, asshole. You’re delusional!” My voice cracks and he smiles.
His hands cup my breasts and I tense. I hate that my body reacts even though I don’t want this.
I can’t deny that my body wants him to touch me.
He watches my face as he swipes both of his thumbs over each nipple slowly. I jerk, a zing of pleasure shooting through me, but I flail about. “Stop,” I say.
I manage to push off the wall and he growls, shoving me back, his hand squeezing my neck while he starts pinching my nipples with his other hand.
“You’re already like putty in my hands. Look at your pretty titties. Tight little nipples begging to be sucked and bitten. This is almost too easy.”
“It’s not easy,” I say breathlessly, my clit throbbing between my thighs. “I don’t like this. Stop. Please stop now.”
He crouches in front of me, his eyes never leaving mine as his mouth closes around one of my nipples.
I bite my lip hard to prevent crying out.
“Kai,” I gasp. “Please stop.”
His teeth clamp down around my nipple while his tongue laps at the little bud rapidly, like a man starved.
His head bobs and weaves, back and forth to each nipple, and my pussy clenches hard.
“You really like these pretty nipples getting sucked, huh?” he says, pinching both of them hard, and I buck my hips.
His dark chuckle comes again. “That’s fucking right, you little slut, already craving my touch.” Then he’s yanking my leggings down so hard I’m surprised they don’t rip.
I gasp, struggling against my bound hands.
“Kai! Okay, that’s enough. Stop. Now!”
He doesn’t even look at me, only sits back on his knees, and licks his lips.
His eyes are dark with heat. His hands curl around the backs of my thighs, palming the flesh of my ass.
And then he slides his finger between my pussy lips to find me soaked.
“Oh, Kai stop,” he taunts, throwing my words back at me. “I don’t like this please stop.”
He teases me, his long middle finger gliding between my folds from clit to entrance.
“You’re a dirty little liar,” he says. “Should’ve known.”
Then he dives in, putting his mouth on my sex.
“Kai,” I cry out, my head falling back.
I’ve only gotten oral sex a few times from Chad, but it never felt like this.
Kai’s tongue works magic as he licks the length of me over and over again, before sucking my clit into his mouth.
An unintelligible sound leaves my mouth as I buck my hips against his face. I’m too lost in this moment for now to feel shame, but I know it will come eventually.
He plunges a finger inside my pussy and curls it in a come-hither motion while still sucking my clit.
The moans leaving my lips are loud and desperate. I arch into him, seeking, begging, wanting. This feels like more than want, though. It’s like I need to come. Like I need his tongue on me. Inside me. I feel like I’m burning from the inside out as pleasure builds and builds in my lower belly.
“Surrender, Desiree,” Kai says between laps of his tongue. “Your body knows what it wants.”
My head swings back and forth and my hips start bucking more forcefully.
“That’s right. This pussy already knows who it belongs to. I own this pussy. I will become this pussy’s drug. You will only fucking crave me and me alone.” Kai’s words are hypnotizing. They come out cruel, but soft. Lethally soft.
Then his
callused hands grip the back of my ass and he dips his tongue inside me, his nose against my clit and he moves his entire face in a circle. He growls like the vicious savage that he is and I come hard. All over his tongue. Against his face.
It’s like madness and euphoria. Stars burst behind my eyes as I scream out, head falling back against the wall.
Tears stream down my face in shame, anger...intense pleasure. It’s overwhelming. I didn't want this or ask for it. Yet he did it anyway, and my body had liked it. A lot. He stands up to his full height, towering over me. An intense look on his glistening face—the evidence of what just happened.
“You see this?” He says, gesturing to his face. “This is the proof that you want me. Doesn’t matter how much you fucking deny it. This doesn’t lie. I fucking own you.”
“Fuck you!”
“That’ll come soon,” he says, flicking my still-hard nipple.
He twists me around and unties my bra and hands it to me. I hurriedly dress and then, before I can think better of it, I slap him hard across the face.
“How fucking dare you,” I say, vibrating with fury.
Before I register what’s happening, he shoves me down to my knees and I cry out. He unbuttons his pants and shrugs them down. His cock springs free and he pumps it roughly in his first. His eyes are murderous as he stares down at me.
“Just for that, you’re going to suck my cock and swallow every last bit of my cum.”
I try to stand, run, fight, but it’s no use.
“Open up,” he says roughly. “And don’t bite me, love. I can make what happened today look like a carnival.”
His nostrils flare as the tip of his cock touches my lips.
“Open,” he growls. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
I keep all my hate and anger in the forefront of my eyes as I glare up at him.
I open my mouth and he fills it, grabbing the back of my head.
I’ve never done this before, but I know enough. I’ve watched porn before. I’ve heard girls talk about giving their boyfriends blowjobs.
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