Vicious Savage: A Dark High School Bully Romance (The Brutal Boys of Blackcrown Falls Book 1)

by Blaire Wynters

  I glance around the room and when I see him, he’s already watching me. My chest constricts and I hate how he has that power over me, my body reacts just by looking at him. He’s sitting in a chair and his posture is relaxed as his eyes rake over my body. I’m wearing the black dress he, less than eloquently, requested I wear tonight, and if the way his eyes darken as he takes in the way it fits my figure is any indication, he approves. Without a word, he’s up and ushering me over to the door that leads down to the basement. Instead of holding my hand, he circles his fingers around my wrist as he drags me behind him through the crowd. I see men, both older and high school students, playing poker at the same table the man Killian murdered was playing at not so long ago. The lights are dim, but I make out a beer pong set up and a corner where some men are throwing darts. There’s a blonde woman who looks old enough to be my mother dancing on the old oak bar, her dress riding up and falling down in all the wrong places.

  “Shot?” A redhead with short hair and a floral maxi dress asks as she holds a shot glass out to Killian. He only grunts in response as he accepts it and swallows the liquid without so much as a wince. His shoulders are bunched and his fingers tighten around my wrist as the girl smiles at me, offering me a shot as well.

  “No thanks.” I force a smile because she seems genuine, and I can see the questioning way she scans our body language.

  She opens her mouth to say something that I’ll never know because Killan downs one more shot before dragging me through another room and over to a cozy area with couches. There’s an expensive looking coffee table that I’m assuming River picked out because none of the men in this house would think of adding a coffee table to finish off the room. There are bottles of alcohol lining the table and I idly wonder if they’ll be empty before the night is over. I note that I haven’t seen Kai or Desiree the entire night, and I just hope she has learned how to avoid his temper at this point.

  I’m surprised when Killian pulls me down to sit on his lap, instead of next to him on the couch. He presses a hand to my lower stomach to hold me in place as he accepts another shot from a random guy I’ve seen around, but haven’t learned his name. It’s a funny position to be in. Killian’s property. Everyone here knows who I am, yet they can’t speak to me.

  “Drink,” Killian says to me after taking another shot and holding a full one to my lips. I shake my head, but instead of pulling the glass away, he uses the hand that was on my stomach to grip my hair and tilt my head back. “Take it,” he demands.

  I glare at him for a moment, and then flick my tongue out against the glass. “Make me,” I tell him, and I know I’m pushing his buttons, but it seems to be the only way I can rattle him.

  I feel him shift his hips under me, his hard cock grinding against the full globes of my ass. I expect him to press the glass to my lips and force me to drink it, so I’m surprised when he tips the shot to his own lips. His thumb pushes past my lips, forcing me to open my mouth. I’m not prepared when he spits the alcohol into my tongue. He smirks as I make a face as the bitter liquid floods my taste buds and burns all the way down my throat.

  “Good girl.” He smirks, and I realize that he must be feeling the alcohol because he’s suddenly become very warm toward me. He’s looking me in the eye and his hand is sliding up and down my thigh, in a gentle, caressing motion I didn’t think he still possessed.

  He doesn’t look away from me when the redhead from earlier comes back with a dark haired friend. They both climb on the couch, kneeling and leaning over to Killian.

  The redhead reaches out and rubs his bicep and I feel my stomach drop seeing her hands on him. Things aren’t great with Killian and the way he treats me, but he’ll always be mine.

  Mine.

  “Fuck off,” Killian’s soft demeanor reverts back to his usual cold tone, and I see the dark haired girl flinch and move off the sofa so quickly I realize she must be new to the Pierce brothers’ world. He might not want them around, but he accepts another shot of whiskey from the redhead and downs it in one gulp. She’s seasoned, I can tell by the way she smirks and eyes me up and down like she wants to rip my throat out or my clothes off.

  “Just because you have a new toy doesn’t mean you should neglect your old ones,” she purrs, and reaches out to wrap a tendril of my blonde hair around her finger seductively.

  Before she can get another word out, Killian has one hand on her throat and one hand on my thigh so I can’t move off of his lap.

  “I said fuck off, and don’t fucking touch her,” he spits the words before shoving her away from us. He stands up without letting me get down and I have no other choice than to wrap my legs around his waist as he shoulders angrily through the party. I’m not sure where we’re going, but I bury my face against his neck and gasp when he cups my ass in both hands.

  It’s not long before he has me in his bedroom and tosses me on the bed. I expect him to cover me with his body and take me roughly by the way he’s been acting and the alcohol he’s consumed. But he doesn’t. Instead, he just stares at me, mouth slightly parted and chest rising and falling.

  “Kill, are you okay?” His old nickname slips out and I know he heard it because the pain that shows on his handsome features socks me right in the gut. “You’re not acting like…”

  “Like a fucking asshole?” His hard tone is back and he shakes off whatever it is he was feeling because he reaches over his head and pulls his shirt off and shucks his jeans off without meeting my eyes.

  “Your words, not mine,” I counter, standing up to unzip my dress. If we’re going to do this, I want to undress myself, take some of the control he hasn’t let me have since he stormed back into my life.

  I’m surprised when he reaches into a dresser drawer and throws a black t-shirt at me. I catch it, but give him a confused quirk of my eyebrow.

  “You never turned down sleeping in one of my t-shirts when we…” he trails off for a second, stretching his arms over his head and I suppose trying to collect his thoughts in his tipsy state. “Just wear it.”

  Tonight isn’t going how I anticipated in any capacity, but I’m curious to see where this is going. I change into just his t-shirt and my panties while I watch him bolt his bedroom door shut. He yawns as he scrolls through his phone before he sets it on the night table and pulls his comforter back. Instead of handcuffing me like he usually does, he climbs into his side of the bed and I walk over to mine.

  I gesture toward the handcuffs. “Should I…Should I do it myself?”

  “Get in the fucking bed, Ava,” he growls and reaches over to turn off the bedroom light. I do as he said, and before I can turn to face away from him like I usually do because of the cuffs, I feel his arm wrap around me and pull me back against his chest.

  “What are you doing?” I blurt out because I can handle the rough way he takes me for his pleasure, but I can’t let myself feel anything for him. If I do, he’ll shatter the façade I’ve worked so hard to build over the years.

  “Whatever. The. Fuck. I. Want.” He enunciates each word in a tone so soft that it reminds me of how he used to speak to me before everything got shot to hell.

  I suck in a breath when his hand slips under the t-shirt and rubs the soft skin of my stomach, the pads of his fingers exploring the same places he memorized when we were younger. With a quick flick of his wrist, he turns me to face him and I can feel his breath on my cheek.

  “Do you remember the first time I kissed you?” he murmurs, his thumb stroking my bottom lip as his hand finds my thigh, bringing it up over his hip. We used to sleep like this. Me in his t-shirt, his hands greedily exploring my skin.

  “Of course I do,” I lift my hand to stroke my fingers through his hair, and I’m surprised when he leans into my palm. “I remember everything about us, Kill. It’s all I’ve had to get me through.”

  His eyes pierce into mine as his hand moves to my throat and he squeezes tight enough to make me whine.

  “Don’t say shit like that to me.” I
nod, but don’t dare say another word. He loosens his hold, and strokes his thumb along the column of my neck just as his lips find mine.

  I hesitate because I’m not sure what he wants from me, but he hauls me against him and whispers, “Kiss me, Ava. Fuck it, just kiss me.”

  And I do.

  I give him everything I have in that kiss. He tangles the fingers of one hand in my hair as he bruises my lips with his. His other hand squeezes my ass and pulls me against his hard cock. He wants me as much as I want him right now, but he makes no move other than the heated kiss. .

  When he’s had his fill of my mouth, I expect him to pull my panties to the side and fuck me hard like he’s done several times.

  But what I don’t expect is for him to press his face against my neck and wrap his arms around me as he falls into the first peaceful sleep I’ve seen him have since I’ve been back at the mansion.

  11

  Desiree

  I really wasn’t in the mood for partying tonight, especially after everything Chad put me through, but when Kai told me to get up to his room, I knew I had to stay.

  I’m not letting him tell me what to do.

  So when I came out of his room, looking as innocent as possible—with a few bruises along my neck, nonetheless, the spark of rage in his eyes only fueled my own anger and pride.

  He’s been watching me like a hawk the entire party. He’s watched as I’ve danced and drank. He’s watching now as I take a hit off a blunt. I inhale and then walk up to him and exhale inside of his mouth.

  His eyes turn dark with heat as he blows out the smoke. I watch mesmerized as it leaves his lips, dancing in a circle around his head.

  The air smells like sex and alcohol and I find I don’t mind it. It makes me want to do naughty things and I lose myself in the feeling. After everything I’ve been through recently, I just want to let go. Really let loose and fuck shit up.

  So I slowly glide my finger down my throat between the valley of my breasts while my hips sway from side to side.

  He grabs me, yanking me against his body. “Dance on me. No one else,” he says, fingering the black collar around my throat.

  “People have been staring all day at your new toy,” I say huskily.

  His eyes harden. “I’ll kill them.”

  I start rocking my hips against him, feeling his hard length. “Wow, I’m really fucking with your head, huh?” I smile up at him cheekily. “I meant they were staring at the collar around my neck, silly,” I taunt, lightly bopping him on the nose.

  Something unreadable changes in his face. “Nothing fucks with my head, love. Nice try, though,” he finally says.

  “I think you’re lying to both me and yourself,” I whisper.

  He doesn’t reply. Instead, he throws me over his shoulder and runs up the stairs. Some people call his name, but he ignores them.

  We get to his bedroom and he slams me down onto the bed, knocking the wind out of me. I barely catch my breath when he’s on me like a wild animal who just found a nice, tasty meal.

  “Kai,” I say, and my voice is supposed to come out sternly, but instead it comes out like a breathy moan.

  His mouth finds mine, hungry and frantic. His lips are soft, and when he parts mine with his tongue, I gasp. He tastes like the decadent forbidden fruit that I’d always wanted, but was never within arms reach. He bites my lower lip and I moan, my nipples turning into hard points.

  His hand roams beneath my shirt, causing chills to erupt on my skin. He pulls his mouth away from mine. “Sit up,” he rasps.

  I do and he pulls my shirt up and over my head, revealing my black lace bra. I arch my back, wanting his mouth on me.

  “That’s right,” Kai purrs. “Show me those pretty titties, baby. You love when I suck on them. When I swirl my warm, wet tongue around those tight pink nipples.”

  “Kai,” I sigh his name like a prayer. “Yes. Please,” I tell him because I do want those things. My pussy is soaked just thinking about it. I curl my toes, my legs squirming.

  Kai rips my bra in half and then his mouth devours my nipples. He licks and sucks and bites me and I cry out his name. Pleasure shoots straight through me, causing wetness to pool between my thighs.

  “I’m going to fucking devour you, love,” Kai murmurs against my breast.

  “I’m telling you, I’m a virgin. You’ve gotta be gentle,” I say breathily.

  He chuckles. “I don’t do gentle.”

  “You do with me.”

  He sits up on his knees staring down at me, his eyes shining with such heat that it’s a wonder I don’t burn under his gaze.

  He scoots back and then yanks my pants down roughly. “Spread your fucking legs.”

  “Ask nicely,” I taunt.

  He growls and grabs onto my ankles, spreading them.

  He places his hands on my knees and moves them up my inner thighs slowly. His finger dips into my wetness. “So you’re telling me this soaked pussy is a virgin pussy? That when I stick my cock inside you it’ll come away bloody?”

  “Yes,” I moan. “Why would I lie? I have no reason to lie about being a virgin.”

  He brings his fingertip, wet with my juices, to his mouth and sucks. “Mmm...my favorite taste.”

  His eyes are intense as they sweep up and down my body. I close my eyes the closer he gets to my pussy.

  “Open your eyes,” he demands.

  I do and he licks his lips as his fingers find my clit. I hiss in a breath through clenched teeth. He moves his fingers in soft slow circles and I buck my hips.

  “That’s right, love. I own this pussy now. No one else will ever see it,” he says, bending down to stick his tongue in my belly button. “No one else will touch it or taste it,” he says, his tongue traveling further south. “Your body is now mine to claim.”

  His tongue dips inside my sex and I moan, arching my back. “Look how much my little slut loves her pussy licked.”

  I moan louder. Fuck, why do I love it when he calls me a slut? I know I should hate it, and I know this is all wrong, but god damn does it feel like heaven. Whether it’s the cruel side of heaven or the nice side of hell, I’ll never know.

  Liquid heat spreads in my veins, and pleasure curls deep in my belly, but Kai lets up. He crawls up my body and smashes his lips to mine. I scratch my nails down his back, squeezing him to me. The head of his cock brushes against my entrance.

  “Kai, wait,” I say.

  He stops.

  “Please believe me. I’ve never done this before and it’s going to hurt. I’m not telling you no because I know it’s no good, but please, go slow.”

  He grits his teeth and I see a muscle feather in his jaw. I see his eyes flash with something I can’t place and then he sighs. “Bring your knees up,” he rasps.

  I do.

  He moves further inside me, and his eyes squeeze shut. “Fuck!”

  “I told you I wasn’t lying,” I breathe.

  His expression doesn’t exactly change, but I swear I see a bit of softness in his eyes as he looks down at me. Then, ever so softly he tucks a stray piece of hair behind my ear. It's the gentlest he’s ever been with me. I close my eyes and lean into the touch, and as soon as I do, pain grips me.

  Kai slammed himself into me, balls deep.

  Tears spring to my eyes. “Fuck,” I yell. “That fucking hurts.”

  “I felt it,” Kai rasps, his eyes fervent as they scan my face. “I felt myself take your virginity.”

  “You’re an asshole,” I whisper, not trusting my voice.

  “Good girl for not lying to me.” Kai’s voice is ragged, laced with so much desire I feel like he’s ready to ravage me. “Now I’m going to make you scream my name.”

  His fingers rise to his lips and he sucks on them, his spit cascades down his hand, making sure it’s nice and wet. He gently circles my clit, making the same movements with his hips.

  I feel so full and sore, but the pain is mostly gone.

  “Touch yourself, Desire
e,” Kai groans. “Pinch those pretty nipples for me.”

  Hesitantly, I cup my breasts, feeling the hard pebbles of my nipples on my palms, and pleasure starts to build inside me. I clench my pussy, and Kai groans, biting down on his lip hard.

  “Fuck you grip me so good,” Kai groans. “Does it still hurt?” he grits out.

  “No,” I moan as I pinch my nipples.

  The words are barely out of my mouth before Kai thrusts his hips in earnest.

  We cry out together.

  He slams against me. Again. And again. And again.

  Our skin slaps together, echoing in the room, mixed with our moans and expletives.

  “Come, Desiree,” Kai groans in my ear. “Let me feel your tight pussy take what it wants.”

  I do. I clench around him as pleasure vibrates through my body. I scream Kai’s name as I hear him grunt while he thrusts violently, releasing inside me.

  He groans, his warm breath fanning out my hair. Suddenly, he flips me over and I’m straddling him.

  “I’m not finished with you yet,” he says. “Fuck me. Fuck me like the dirty little slut you are.”

  My head falls back, my long hair tickling my waist. I arch my back, my breasts pushed further up into Kai’s face.

  “Fuck yes,” he says, cupping them in his giant hands. He blows on each breast before bringing one into his mouth and biting it. My hips jerk as if on reflex.

  “I’m gonna leave bite marks all over your fucking body,” he says.

  I moan. “I think you’ve already marked your territory enough, haven’t you?”

  He growls, his mouth letting out a loud “pop” as he releases one of my nipples. “Never.”

  He bucks his hips up into me, and my breath hitches. “Fuck me, love. Fuck me like your goddamn life depends on it.”

  My breathing quickens and my hips start rocking faster and faster against him. Kai’s hands come around to grip my ass. He squeezes hard before giving me a firm slap. My legs shake at the pleasure. It feels so good. The mix of pain and pleasure is something I’ve never known before.