I’d seen Killian early this morning coming out of the gym, but he didn’t utter a word. I don’t know what I expected after the other night, other than the bruises and still being able to feel his hands and breath on me. Last night, when he dropped me off, he didn’t touch me. So I’m wondering if maybe one night of fucking was what he needed. Maybe he’ll leave me alone now, to finish out the year in ostracized peace. With a clear head, I know continuing to sleep with Killian is not a good idea. But I’m not sorry it happened. I don’t regret it, and I’m not mad at him for anything he did that night. He thinks he hurt me by taking what he wanted, but there’s nothing left to break when it comes to me. I’m already at rock bottom. He doesn’t realize he only succeeded in giving me another memory to cling to when I leave.
“Give me that.” I feel Killian’s breath on the shell of my ear before I hear him. Speak of the fucking devil. The minty scent of his body wash makes me feel alive and comforted when it shouldn’t do either of those things. My sole purpose in Killian’s life is to be his toy to play with when he wants and then destroy when he’s done with me. I’d thought we were at the destroy and toss part of the game, but I guess he wants to go another round.
I relax my arm, letting him slide off my backpack. I don’t want to cause a bigger scene than necessary in the bustling hallway. I can already feel the other students staring at us, probably trying to collect as much information as possible to spew into the Blackcrown gossip mills. His hand slides down my side in such a boyfriend-like maneuver. And that, that tiny caress, is what makes me snap. Rage rips through me. If he wants to ruin my reputation or humiliate me in real time in front of a bunch of students, I can handle it. But when he’s gentle, touching me in ways I crave, that fucking hurts.
I spin around, shoving him as hard as I can, but he’s like a big stupid, gorgeous brick wall that will never budge under my hands. “Look, whatever game you have planned today, I don’t have time for it. Just tell me the end goal, and let’s jump straight to that. Do you want to parade me through a crowded hall and tell everyone the local whore didn’t put up a fight when you fucked her? I’ll tell them I enjoyed it. I’ll tell them I liked it.” I poke him hard in the chest because I’m just so tired of the games on top of everything else. “You know why I’ll admit it? Because it’s true. And I’m not a liar.” I glare at him, taking a deep breath and trying to keep my hands from shaking in anger.
He backs me up against the lockers with a loud thud. Dropping my bag to the floor, he presses his palms flat against the cold metal on either side of my head. He dips his head, stealing my breath with just a searing look.
“We’re leaving,” he says gruffly. When I shake my head to protest, his hand grips my throat, but he’s not hurting me. I understand him in a way most people don’t. He’s letting me know he’s in control, and if I was smart, I’d just submit.
But I’m feeling like a real dumb bitch today.
“I have two more classes and I don’t want to go anywhere with you.” I try to keep my tone hard, but when a dimple appears on his cheek, I realize that he only finds my anger and frustration amusing.
“I don’t give a fuck what you want to do.” He laughs in my face before pulling away, picking my bag up in one hand and wrapping the other around my hip.
I shuffle, trying to keep up with his long strides and avoid the eyes of our classmates. I must block out the cacophony of whispers and unabashed stares because before I know it, we’re standing at Killian’s fire engine red Lamborghini.
With a click of a button, the doors raise and he pushes me to sit in the passenger seat. Without a word, he reaches across me to buckle my seatbelt but I slap his hand hard. “You can stick your dick wherever you want, Killian. I let you have that control because that’s what I like.” It was true. While I could hold my own with the Pierce brothers when we were younger, even the first time Killian and I had sex, it was evident that he was dominant and I was submissive. We fed off of each other like two people who had been making love their entire lives. I shake the thought away and continue making my point by saying, “But this boyfriend-y shit needs to stop. You don’t mean it, and I don’t like it.” I sound like a psycho negotiating with my captor about buckling my seatbelt when I know full well he could wrap it around my neck and choke me without sparring a shred of remorse.
He doesn’t pull his hand away, but instead leans in, staring directly into my soul as he clips the seatbelt into place. “I will control every breath you take, every blink, every thought. I consume you, Ava. Stop fighting it.”
He makes quick work of storing my backpack before hopping in and turning on the car. I can’t let him have the upper hand, so I lean back in my seat, my breasts pushed up and out for his pleasure as I unclick my seatbelt and rehook it. It’s a taunt, a dare, a plea. Some fucked up part of me wants him to own my very existence, to drag me down to Hell with him. I won’t make it easy, I’m going to fight him the entire way.
Killian’s large palm slaps down on my thigh with a loud crack, punishment for disobeying him. He presses his hand down on the burning skin as he watches me wince, his eyes soaking in every line of my face.
“Pull your top down.” I can hear the need in his gravelly voice.
“What? No! We’re in the parking lot, anyone could…” I’m cut off when his fingers squeeze my thigh. A pinch of pain makes my pussy wet and his satisfied smirk makes me wish that I could conceal my pleasure from him.
I dip my cotton top below my bra, letting it catch under my full breasts, putting them on display for him.
“Give me what I want.” He’s the one who unbuckles my seatbelt this time. I pull my leg up in the seat and tuck it under me so I can comfortably face him, pulling my bra down to offer him my aroused nipples. The hand that was on my thigh pushes my skirt up and wastes no time finding my already soaked pussy. He’s two fingers deep when he pulls me toward him and sucks one of my hardened buds between his teeth.
His fingers feel so good, stretching me, making me want more.
“Lift up, fuck my fingers, Ava.” He growls the words as he lets go of one nipple and then closes his lips around the other. I do as he demanded. I shift in the seat and rock my hips against his hand. I’m so lost and needy for him, I don’t care if the entire school sees us. I want him inside me, consuming me just like he threatened. He flicks my clit with his thumb just as he bites down on my nipple and that’s all it takes. I wrap my arms around him, pulling his face flush into my breasts, and I grind my pussy against his fingers as I come hard all over them.
I moan his name as I’m coming down from the orgasm and he pulls his fingers from my still contracting pussy. His eyes are devilish as he rubs the wetness coating his fingers on both of my nipples and then licks them clean before lapping at my shimmering nipples.
I feel boneless, exhausted, but somehow still aching for more than just his fingers. I want what he gave me the other night. I want to be pinned beneath him while his cock bottoms out inside me.
Killian re-buckling my seatbelt pulls me out of my thoughts. I shift in my seat and watch as he pulls out of the parking space. It’s only when we’re pulling out of the lot that I realize my breasts are still exposed. I see the amusement on his face out of my peripherals as I struggle to get my bra and top back into place. I decide not to say anything else to him for the remainder of this ride. I say a little prayer, that I know won’t be answered, that he’ll just take me home.
As we drive through the town of Blackcrown Falls, I’m immediately reminded of when we were younger and how he and Kai would take me out to find illegal shit to get into. We weren’t even old enough to drive, but that didn’t stop us from wreaking havoc on the wealthy residents of Blackcrown. I was the lookout, unless we got into a sticky situation. I was their equal back then. A buzz of adrenaline rips through me when I think of the time Killian tripped an alarm and Kai got bit by a guard dog who was taking his job way too seriously. That was the first time I drove the getaway car when it was
n’t just practice. It was the first time I had to outrun the cops. It was also the night Killian branded me and took my virginity.
And now my childhood friends run the entire town. They are the wealthy. They have everything they ever dreamed of. And I don’t even have one person I can count on.
“Where are you right now?” Killian asks me, and my eyes snap over to his. I realize I’ve been caught reminiscing and I try to wipe the emotion off of my face.
I ignore his question because he knows exactly where my mind was just then. I glance out the window and furrow my brow when I realize we’re heading out of town. I don’t bother asking him where we’re going, because the likelihood of him answering truthfully is pretty slim.
“What is Kai going to do with Desiree?” I blurt out instead. “I mean, it’s obvious she’s some sort of pawn. Did he kill her mother?”
“Why would you ask that?” His voice is terse and he shifts into gear roughly. The way he snaps at me shouldn’t startle me, but it does, and I flinch at his tone. When I don’t answer, he reaches over and grabs my jaw as he accelerates. “Why are you so concerned about that bitch? How do you know her?” He eyes me suspiciously and I realize my mistake. He already thinks she and I are conspiring to overthrow the Vipers or something as equally ridiculous.
“Let go of me.” I grit my teeth and I feel tears threaten to prick my eyes. I’m a bad bitch. I won’t cry. Not until I’m alone on my couch and there’s no one there to see me. I’m surprised when he releases my jaw.
“Answer me.” He lowers his voice and doesn’t look at me this time.
“You answer me first.” I don’t know why I’m pushing him. I think I’m just so angry at him and our situation that I want us to scream at each other until we both collapse in exhaustion.
He must not hold my sentiment because he concedes. “No. Her mother was murdered by someone else.”
Dread fills my entire body like heavy lead. She’s all alone now. Just like me.
“She must be so scared,” I mutter, but I’m mostly speaking to myself. “She probably really needs a friend.”
“Why aren’t you her friend?” He, for the second time during our little outing, pulls me out of my own head. I’ve been by myself for so long at this point, I’m not used to having to talk to anyone anymore. His tone is condescending and that doesn’t slip by me.
“I was still sore from the last visit you paid me. You told me to stay away from her. I wasn’t looking to give you a reason to take your anger out on me again,” I tell him honestly. I leave out the part that I didn’t mind the sore body he left me with that night. At least I was feeling something.
Something akin to pain flashes in Killian’s eyes as he takes an exit off the highway and I realize we’re heading straight into the Viper’s rival’s territory. He doesn’t meet my eyes until his face hardens again. He’s so fucking handsome, I can barely stand it. Full lips and cheeks, sharp jaw and eyes that could convince any woman to beg him to fuck her.
“Where are we going?” I ask, deciding that if he’s up to something terrible, I at least want to face it head on. “This is Scorpions' territory. Why would we be coming here?” I can feel the panic rising in my chest and I hate that he finds it so amusing. He knows exactly what I’m thinking. Exactly what I’m worried about.
“Are you going to beg me to suck my cock so I don’t get rid of you with the rest of the trash?” His voice is husky, like he can’t decide if he wants to pull over and fuck me, or continue to toy with me. “
“I’d rather die than beg you for anything, Killian,” I snap. “Why are you taking me here?” My voice raises and I realize I’m close to a full-on panic attack. I have those sometimes and it stems back to the night Mrs. Pierce tried to sell me. To get rid of me.
As we pull into a gated community lined with mansions, my stomach drops. Is he selling me? To some rich old prick that wants a young girl to bend to his every will? I’ll fucking lay in traffic before I let that happen. He pulls over to the side of the road in front of a stone house with an impressive staircase leading down the slight slope of a front yard.
Killian’s in my face before I can let my mind wander any further. “Beg me to keep you. I should throw you to the wolves after what you did to me.” His jaw is clenching so hard it must be painful. His hand finds my throat like it often does and I gasp when he pulls my face close to his. We’re almost kissing, but instead of his lips devouring mine, he’s fighting to keep from snapping my neck.
“Why should I keep you?”
“Because you still want me, and you’d rather kill me than let some other man put his dirty fingers all over your toy.” I swallow hard when his thumb lets up the pressure on my neck just a tad. I’m bluffing. I don’t know this version of Killian. I don’t know what he’s capable of or if he would enjoy watching me suffer at the hands of other men.
“I’ve already had you.” That evil grin is back. He’s like a man possessed, but there’s no wicked being taking over his soul. It’s rage. Just pure, cruel rage.
After what you did to me. His words echo in my mind.
The urge to reach up and cup his face overwhelms me, and when I do, he doesn’t stop me. Still breathing quickly in an attempt to calm his anger, he ever so subtly, leans into my touch.
“You could have me under you, on top of you, up against a wall, in this car—you could have me a million times and you’d still want me.” The words tumble off my lips with a confidence that I didn’t realize I possess. “The same reason you’re hellbent on making everyone at school think that I’m something more to you than I could ever be.” The truth in my words cuts deep. “You don’t want me for more than sex, but you’ll never let anyone else have me.” I could be dead wrong, but when he doesn’t argue or deny what I’m saying, I breathe out in relief.
Glaring at me, he leans away from me and I take his cue to settle back in my seat. “I will have you a million different ways,” he tells me, and he doesn’t say it, but the indication hangs in the air.
I’m his property, whether I want to be or not.
Our argument is brought to an end when a black car with tinted windows pulls up and a grey haired man in a grey suit exits the vehicle. I’m certain Killian isn’t going to give me to anyone, but with my luck, I can’t be too sure.
Killian presses a button and his window slides down about halfway. He pulls a manila envelope off the dashboard and hands it to the man who peeks inside at the contents.
“Bringing hookers to your jobs these days, Kill?” The man chuckles and peers in the window at me. I feel the bile in my stomach rise. I straighten my skirt and curse myself for not wearing jeans today. “Oh, she’s sweet,” he says as his eyes rake up my body to settle on my face.
I brace myself for Killian to join in, taunting me along with him. But he doesn’t. Instead, his hand finds my thigh just above my knee and slides clear up my skirt, marking his territory.
“Shut the fuck up,” Killian snaps at the man who instantly straightens and averts his eyes from my body.
“I just assumed…”
“Don’t fucking look at her.” I silently say a little prayer, thankful that he didn’t try to scare me anymore with the promise of giving me to other men.
The man hands Killian a bag and I know enough from my time growing up with him that it contains money. He doesn’t say goodbye to the man, but instead revs the engine before pulling away. He tosses the money in my lap.
“Count it.” Nostalgia whips through me and, as if muscle memory takes over, I count the stack of cash. Instinctively, I spread my legs a little as Killian squeezes my thigh and moves his hand higher, brushing over my panties. I glance at his profile and he looks absolutely livid as we head back to our side of town. He squeezes and strokes the sensitive skin of my thigh, letting his fingers brush my panties once in a while, but not taking it any further.
“Ten thousand. Even.” I tell him once I’m sure I haven’t miscounted, and he finally looks over at me. “You�
��re doing business with our…” I cut myself off and try to correct my mistake by amending, “your rivals?”
“It pisses them off when we do deals on their turf.” His voice is monotone, like it isn’t ridiculous what he’s telling me.
“Where are we going now?” I ask him when we pass our school.
“Home,” he clips out. He must see the relief on my face because he adds, “My home. You’re staying with me now.”
“What? No! I can’t. I want to go back to my—“ I’m cut off by his fingers digging into my thigh.
“Your what? Your sad little couch in that stranger’s basement?” He laughs and what he’s saying hurts. I’m alone. I’ve never had any family aside from the bond I had with Killian and Kai. And he’s made certain that I don’t have any friends now that I’m older.
“I need to go home.” I’m not giving in on this one. Living in close proximity to Killian is a terrible idea. I’m already having a hard time sorting my feelings out.
“You don’t have a home. No one will even notice you’re gone.” He snaps at me and when my eyes meet his, I see the hurt there. He’s angry at me that I don’t want to go to his house.
“You’re hateful,” I accuse, trying to push his hand off my leg, but that only makes him dig his fingers in deeper.
“Only to you.” And I don’t doubt him. Killian is coldblooded. He’ll take someone’s life if they double cross him, but there’s no hate or any emotion involved there. He feels nothing, except for the rage that boils in his veins for me.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask as he pulls up to the home I grew up in with the boys and their grandmother. It’s an old, black Victorian mansion and I know I won’t survive if I have to spend the night here. My memories, the ones that haunt my dreams, will swallow me alive.
Killian doesn’t answer me and it’s only when he’s out of the vehicle that I realize we’re parked behind Kai’s car. My door opens and Killian hauls me out, and is dragging me up to the front door before I can protest.
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