I start moving back and forth and he groans, bucking his hips into me.
He hits the back of my throat and tears spring to my eyes.
“I’m about to come, Desiree,” he says. “You better not spit.”
After the words leave his lips, warm salty liquid fills my mouth. I gag a bit, but I swallow it down quickly before pulling away.
His chest heaves as he forcefully pulls up his pants, then lifts me from the ground.
“Your first mistake was not leaving like I told you to.”
“I don’t take orders from you.” I cross my arms.
He clenches his jaw, grabbing my jaw. “You really think that, after everything that just happened?” He lowers his brows dangerously.
I turn my head to look away from him, but he forces me to look back at him.
“I own you. You will be my shadow. You will do what I say. Got it?”
“What are you? A dog marking his territory? Why don’t you just pee in a circle around me?”
His hand slides down to my throat and squeezes dangerously. “The only reason you’re breathing right now is because I’m allowing it. Don’t test me, Desiree.”
My face falls. “Why?” I whisper. “Why me?”
He studies my face, tilting his head to the side like a fucking animal, and I feel like he’s about to swallow me whole.
He only stares at me with violent eyes.
Demon eyes.
“You can bully me all you want, but I’ll never be yours,” I say, trying to keep the quiver of fear out of my voice.
He hears it anyway.
“I will have you. Even if I have to put a collar around your pretty neck.”
And with that, he leaves the supply closet.
4
Ava
“She’s screwed so many guys, I don’t know why Killian is so obsessed with her.” I hear Faith Evans say from behind me in chemistry. We’re waiting for class to start and I’m starting to wonder if this is how my day is going to go, if I should just leave now. I roll my eyes because of course, the rumors are surging again now that Killian isn’t ignoring me. He hasn’t come near me again since the day he pulled me into the classroom, but he’s been watching me like a hawk. I’m not sure what’s worse: when a Pierce brother gets a hold of you, or the torturous hours just waiting for them to strike.
“Ew, I know. I heard she blew the principal under his desk so she doesn’t have to even work for her grades.” Faith’s shorter, heavyset friend needs to learn how to whisper.
My nerves are shot, waiting for whatever Killian is going to do to me next. It’s been three days and all he’s done is glare at me in the hallway. I know he saw me talking to Desiree the other day after school. It’ll just be a matter of time.
“I heard she has herpes,” Faith chimes in, and that’s when I turn in my chair.
“If I have herpes, which I don’t, it’s because Killian gave it to me.” I pin her with a cold stare and just as I suspected, she looks ready to crumble. Girls like her, the ones that could never catch the eye of Killian and his crew, hate me because they think I have something that they want. They see how hateful he is to me, and in their twisted little brains, negative attention from a Pierce brother is better than none at all. Killian might screw around with a lot of girls, but never more than once, and after that, he acts like they don’t exist. And that’s why I’m the one the girls hate. Because his hate for me is greater than anything he could feel for any of them. “He’s the only one I’ve slept with. One time. When things were different. Not that it’s any of your business.”
Her friend doesn’t seem to grasp that I’m not spilling my secrets to them because I want to be part of their little friendship because she leans in, almost excitedly, and asks, “We heard that you’re the reason he got sent away. Is that true? People were saying it, but then Kai shut them up.”
I haven’t heard that one yet. When I tried to find out where Killian went and why he wasn’t around, Kai froze me out, telling me to stay out of their business. And when Killian came back to school, he acted like I was his enemy.
“Keep my name out of your mouth, understand me?” I snap, standing up and grabbing my bag. I usually don’t let the bullshit bother me, but I’m already on edge today. I storm out of the classroom and nearly barrel into a substitute teacher. He’s young, new, and is taking his job way too seriously if the stack of handouts, and the tie he’s sporting are any indication.
“Miss Brady, is everything okay?” He seems genuinely concerned and I feel bad for him. He’s not going to make it a whole semester in this school. He’s a bleeding heart, it’s written all over his face.
“I’m sick, I’m going home,” I say bluntly because he’s not going to stop me and I’m not in the mood for some heart-to-heart with someone who probably picked this school because he wants to make a difference in kids’ lives. It’s too late. I just need to get out of this place.
I expect him to tell me if I need anything, his door is always open. I expect him to tell me to email him if I need an extension on our assignments. But I don’t expect him to reach out and touch my shoulder so gently, it feels like he might not even be touching me at all.
I step away from him and if I had enough brain power at the moment, I’d warn him about touching students that way. I don’t get the vibe that he has any ulterior motives. He doesn’t look like he would hurt a fly. But Killian won’t see it that way, and by this time tomorrow, he’ll be walking into a classroom full of unsavory rumors featuring him and me.
“Did something happen that you need to talk about?” He retracts his hand, but the softness on his face doesn’t waver.
I hear a loud noise that sounds like a locker slamming shut. My heart lurches into my throat when I turn to see Killian pulling his fist away from a now bent-in locker door.
“You need to go back to class,” I tell the teacher who is still standing there, mouth agape like he’s trying to figure out how his four-year degree in education that he probably got in the last two years is going to help him in this situation.
I don’t have time to move or say anything because Killian is right up on us. The teacher backs up a few steps, but I know better than to flinch in front of Killian Pierce.
“You’d be smart to listen to her,” Killian sneers, one of his hands reaching out to curve around the back of my neck roughly, but his eyes don’t leave the teacher. “If I see your hands anywhere near her again, you won’t need to worry about getting fired.”
The teacher holds his hands up, his papers fluttering to the floor. He looks at me one last time before he decides that his life is more important than mine and ducks inside the classroom I came out of. The classroom that he isn’t even subbing in today.
The air is sucked out of my lungs when Killian slams my back into the nearest locker, his hair falling into his eyes as he glares down at me.
“I would have killed him for touching you.” His grip tightens around my neck and the long fingers of his other hand pull my top down just enough for his thumb to rub over the raised skin of the brand he gave me. It used to be a symbol that I was his, marked so everyone would know who I belonged to. He used to love to kiss and suck on it, let the rough texture of his tongue rub over the sensitive skin. The idea that he owned me turned him on even when we were younger, when things were good between us.
“You didn’t seem to mind who was touching me when you decided to pretend I didn’t exist. You left me on my own, started a bunch of rumors, and let me fend for myself.” The anger pours out in my words and the hot tears that wet my cheeks. I haven’t really dealt with the feelings of abandonment and they’re rearing their ugly head at the worst possible time. I know it’s the wrong thing to say before it even passes my lips. Maybe I just don’t care what he does to me anymore. Maybe I’m trying to provoke him into touching me again. Maybe I like the way his eyes light up with anger because at least they’re not cold and hard when he’s livid.
His hand leaves my
throat to grip my jaw and I see the flash of uncertainty in his eyes, something I’m sure no one else has ever seen. Probably not even Kai. Because the Pierce Brothers are always sure. Always deliberate. They have no regrets.
His thumb brushes my bottom lip as he appraises my face and I feel bold. My tongue darts out to flick across his skin and I’m rewarded with a groan leaving his lips as he pushes his thumb inside my mouth. I suck hard, looking up at him through wet eyelashes.
I still have a piece of Killian Pierce. No matter how small and crumbled that piece is, no one will ever be able to take it from me.
Not even him.
“Suck,” he tells me after pulling his thumb out and then pushing two of his fingers inside my mouth roughly. I breathe through my nose, swallowing hard when his fingers push at the back of my throat. My nipples tighten and I have the urge to grind my pussy against his leg. He pulls his fingers out halfway and pushes them all the way back in, causing me to gag. “Take it, slut.”
His lips curve into a wicked smile as he pulls his fingers out quickly. His eyes darken and I realize whatever part of him misses me is so tiny that it can never win over the part of him that loathes my very existence.
Killian says darkly, “No one else will touch your body again. Is that clear?.” His fingertips dig into my skin, letting me know he has the power to snap my neck if he wanted, but chooses not to.
When I nod slowly, he lets go of me. He’s quick to walk away from me as always and he doesn’t look back.
I rub the back of my neck where his grip was tight as I watch him stalk down the hallway. I notice Kai rounding the corner, meeting up with Killian as if he somehow knew his brother would be there.
They’re predictable that way.
What isn’t predictable is the new girl following behind Kai like some lost puppy. I can’t see her face, but I can only hope for her sake that she knows what she’s getting into.
I don’t have vivid dreams often, but when I do they’re about Killian. The Killian I used to know. I feel his breath heating the curve of my neck, his big hands sliding up and down my sides as he licks and kisses down my chest. My pussy throbs, aching, needing him. I arch my back, lifting my hips when I feel him grip my panties. The ripping fabric sounds so real, like he’s really hovering above me on the couch in Sandra’s basement.
“Killian,” I moan his name when I feel his fingers part my soaked pussy.
“Dreaming of me?” My eyes open and my surprised scream is caught in my throat when he moves over me. I don’t know how he got in the house, but knowing him, he kicked in the front door and told my landlord to shut the fuck up. His free hand is clamped over my mouth while two of his fingers sink in and out of me. “Surprised to see me?” he rasps, nudging my legs further apart with his knee. “Pull your shirt up, I want to see your tits bounce when I fuck you.”
I blush in the dim light of the basement. I always keep a light on when I go to bed, that stupid childhood thought that it will keep me safe from the monsters lurking in the night. Nothing can keep me safe from Killian Pierce.
“I said do it!” he demands and my eyes widen. He’s going to wake up Sandra and then I’ll be homeless again.
I raise my hands to my sleep shirt and pull it up, exposing my full breasts to his greedy eyes.
“Fuck,” he groans, dipping down to take one hardened nub between his lips while his fingers move rapidly inside my pussy. He bites down on my nipple and my hips buck against his fingers. I can feel my orgasm building and when he removes his hand from my mouth I don’t scream. I press my pussy closer to his fingers, begging him to make me cum. “I need this. For so long. Fuck. You’re so wet,” he grates out the words like he’s in physical pain.
He withdraws his fingers and I whimper at the loss of contact. I think he’s going to leave me hanging again, like he did the other day in the classroom. Until I see him undressing. I shake my head, the space between us is enough to allow me to clear my foggy brain.
I tug my shirt down and stand up, frantically searching for the shorts I went to bed in. The ones he must have ripped from my hips while I slept. I need to get out of here. Away from him. Having sex with him is the last thing I need to do. He’ll only use the way my body responds to him against me.
I give up on the shorts and decide to just get the fuck out of there when he grabs me roughly by the arm and throws me back on the couch, climbing on top of me with such force, the cushions beneath me sag.
“Part of me wants to be gentle with you, make you enjoy this so you’ll hate yourself more than you hate me when I leave.” My shirt is ripped up and off of me, leaving us both completely naked, and then he’s back on top of me, his massive forearms caging my head in, his body holding me down in the most delicious way. I hate that I like that feeling. I hate that I’m not disgusted.
“And the other part of you?” I snip, not willing to let him have all of the control.
“I want to fuck you out of my system. Get my fill until I never want to look at you again,” he growls. And when he grips my thigh roughly, pulling it up over his hip, I know which part of him wins out. He’s going to make this hurt. And maybe that’s what I need to finally let him go.
When he reaches between us to press the head of his cock against my aching pussy, I push on his shoulders, trying to stop him. He’s not thinking clearly and neither am I.
He sinks in an inch, watching my face and I know I’m panicking. “Killian, stop! Get a condom.” I push harder, digging my nails into his skin.
“I don’t go raw with anyone else.” He laughs coldly and the thought of all the girls he’s been with makes my stomach roll. And I don’t disbelieve him. He wouldn’t put himself in that situation with the girls that hang around the Vipers. He’s only doing it with me because he knows it’ll upset me. I also suspect he doesn’t think I’m as dirty as he claims he does.
“I’m not on the pill,” I tell him, wiggling my hips, trying desperately to move away from him.
“A whore like you would have to be on the pill.” He grips my throat and slams inside me hard. He dips his head, cursing against my chest as his hips ram into mine.
“Killian, please, stop. I’m not on anything. I’ve only been with you.” I cry out, but his cock only seems to harden as my greedy pussy clenches around it.
He is rough, needy, everything I’ve dreamed he would be.
“Ava.” My name sounds like a fucking prayer as he lifts my leg higher, trying to get as deep inside as possible. This is nothing like the night he gently took my virginity. There are no sweet kisses, soft touches, or encouraging whispers. “Say I’m the only one. Lie to me. Say I’m the only one who’s fucked this tight little pussy.” He reaches between us, rubbing my clit in fast deliberate movements and that’s all it takes. I’ve needed to come since he finger fucked me the other day.
I arch up against him and he slams inside me harder as I come apart around him. “You’re the only one,” I grit out the words, wrapping my arms around his neck, my fingers tunneling through his damp hair. His grip on my throat loosens and his face falls to the crook of my shoulder. He groans and nips at my skin, his fingers find my hips, angling them up so his cock can rut deeper inside me.
“Tell me who owns you,” he demands, and the pleasure mixed with the pain of his hard thrusts has me spiraling over the edge again.
“No,” I bite out. I won’t give him that part of me.
“Say it.” One of his hands moves up and fists my hair painfully as looks me directly in the eyes. I can see all of the hate swirling in his stormy eyes. “Do you fucking like that, you little whore?” He speeds up, unable to hold out any longer. I can feel his cock pulsing, painting the inside of my pussy with hot cum. He doesn’t pull out, but instead slides his still hard cock inside me two more times before collapsing on top of me.
I should be freaking out. I should be worried. I should be so angry at him.
But I’m not.
I don’t know what I feel. I just know that
having him this close, this vulnerable, is something I’ve dreamed of for years, and I’m angry at myself when tears prick my eyes because everything is so fucked up. We’ll never get over the things that happened tonight and the night I ran away. And really, everything in between. And that makes me so fucking sad because I know deep down I’ll never get over him and what we could have had.
I feel him press his face against my neck hard, but only for a brief moment before he’s up and walking naked toward the open bathroom door where the light is already on. I use the time to pull my shirt on and find the shorts he balled up and threw on the floor.
I expect him to leave. Storm out and not say a word. Because that’s what he thinks will hurt me.
I don’t expect him to grab me from behind, still naked.
“Why is there blood all over my dick?” He holds my arms behind me roughly in one hand while the other grips my jaw. “I know you’re not on your period, so don’t lie to me. And I wasn’t that rough.” The apprehension ripples in his dark tone. He knows the answer, but he wants to hear me say it.
Wasn’t that rough, for fucking a whore.
I’m quiet until he jerks my arms, making me cry out in pain. “I haven’t had sex since the night you took my virginity. You don’t believe me, and I’m done trying to convince you.”
I can practically hear the seething anger rolling off of his body as he stands quietly behind me, still holding me so roughly that I know the muscles of my arms will ache tomorrow.
“Kai told me you were with a guy the day I was sent…” he pauses, realizing he almost told me something about himself. Something he and Kai have concealed for years. He breathes out through his nose and I feel the warm puff against the sensitive skin of my neck before he continues, “He said there were many after that.” My stomach drops at his words. I wasn’t as close to Kai as I was to Killian when we were younger. But he still considered me a friend. He still trusted me to help them with important things like boosting cars and handling the money. I don’t get to respond because he jerks me around to look him in the eye. “Are you telling me my brother lied to me?”
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