Hunter kept one hand on my ass as his mouth worked away at my clit, and the other hand slowly moved up my thigh, fingertips rubbing against my pussy. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he muttered, briefly pulling his lips away.
I shook my head. “No. Don’t stop!”
His mouth returned to my clit, and a finger slowly pushed inside me, stealing the breath from my lungs. “Ah!” I cried out, jolting at the intense pleasure shooting through me. “Hunter… please! More!”
I rocked my hips against his mouth, and he moved his tongue faster and more insistently, swirling it around in circles as he slid a second finger up to my entrance. My eyes rolled back in my head when it pushed inside me, moving in a beckoning motion with the other.
“Hunter… oh, shit… Hunter.” I couldn’t stop gasping his name as shockwaves crashed through my body. The pressure inside me was building to a chaotic crescendo, swelling in every inch of my body, powerful and unstoppable. Then it finally exploded, rocking me to my core, white-hot light flaring behind my eyes.
“Hu—oh, fuck!” I whimpered, trying and failing to say his name as the climax tore through me. “Oh my god!”
My legs gave way, but I didn’t fall to the floor. Hunter picked me up and threw me back on the bed, eyes glimmering wickedly as I gasped and moaned.
He leaned down and kissed me savagely, hands sliding around my back to pull me close to him. I moaned breathlessly and started grinding my hips against his, my body somehow knowing exactly what it was doing despite my inexperience.
Hunter finally tore his mouth away and stared down at me, eyes burning with vivid, primal hunger. “Do you have any idea what that fucking does to me?” he asked. “How much it turns me on to hear you like that?”
“I think I can tell,” I murmured as I tentatively reached my hand to the front of his pants again, feeling the hardness there. This time, he didn’t stop me.
“Tell me what you want,” he growled, cupping my breasts in his hands and kneading the soft flesh until my body jolted with adrenaline again.
“This,” I said, gazing up at him. I unzipped his pants and slid my hand in, gasping at the firm yet smooth feel of his skin as my fingertips skated up and down his shaft. His cock pulsed beneath me, and he let out a low groan.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
I nodded, trembling with anticipation. “I want you,” I whispered.
A hint of doubt still flickered in his gaze. “I don’t want you to feel like we have to just because we’ve gone this far. If you want to slow down, we can.”
“No. I’m ready,” I said, wrapping my hand around his shaft again. “I promise.”
All uncertainty vanished from his expression, replaced by sheer need.
I felt him fumbling in one of his pockets, and I bit my lip as I heard the tear of a wrapper. When he was ready, he looked down at me and cradled my face in his hands. Then he slowly pushed inside me. Just the very tip of him.
My eyes widened, and I drew in a sharp breath. I thought it might hurt, but it didn’t. I just felt full. It was similar to the way I felt when he slid his fingers inside me, but the pressure was even greater. Like I was being stretched to my limits.
“Laney,” Hunter murmured. “Are you okay?”
I nodded and reached down to grab his ass and pull him closer, forcing him deeper inside me. I wanted this more than anything. It wasn’t just physical desire, either. It was emotional. I’d never felt so needed by another person before. I’d never felt so safe, either.
Hunter gritted his teeth. “Fuck… you feel amazing,” he bit out as he sank into me, inch by inch.
I tangled my arms around him as he started rocking himself against me, slowly at first, then faster as my body adjusted to his thickness. Instinctively, I moved my hips in a rhythm with him, and soon the pressured stretching feeling was gone. All I felt was… good.
No, better than good. It was euphoric.
As he moved against me, picking up the pace with each thrust, Hunter’s lips moved from my forehead to my cheeks to my neck. When he nipped at one of my earlobes, I cried out and shuddered. “Oh, fuck! Yes!”
“Ready for more?” he muttered raggedly.
“Yes!” I gasped out.
He picked my legs up, guiding me to wrap them around his waist. Then he began to drive into me again, harder than before, hands interlocking with mine above my head. I gasped and whimpered as his body rocked against mine, and my eyes widened as he suddenly pulled away one hand and slid it between us, rubbing at my clit between each thrust.
In other circumstances, I might’ve been embarrassed about the guttural groans that were spilling from my lips, but right now I didn’t care. I knew Hunter didn’t, either. He liked hearing my sounds of pleasure.
“Keep going,” he growled, confirming that for me as he drove into me over and over. “Keep fucking moaning like that.”
I let my eyes close for a second as he pushed himself even deeper, and the loudest moan yet tumbled from my lips. “Oh! Harder!” I cried out. “Please!”
“Dirty girl,” he muttered against my ear through clenched teeth. “You want it even harder?”
“Yes,” I said breathlessly. “It feels… oh!”
He began to slam into me relentlessly, so hard he stole the breath from my lungs and the words from my lips. “So fucking good,” he grunted. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
Just when I thought I might come again, Hunter pulled out and flipped me over, moving me onto all fours with my ass high in the air. “I want to see you like this,” he growled, rubbing his cock up and down my pussy. “Fuck, Laney… look how wet you are.”
I gritted my teeth as he drove back into me, fingernails digging into my hips as he held me up. It felt so dirty to have him fuck me like this. So raw and animalistic.
One hand slid between my legs, rubbing at my clit again, and I felt myself spiraling into madness.
“Come,” Hunter growled. “Come on my cock. Now.”
That was all it took to send me flying over the edge again. I gasped and cried out, muscles clenching wildly, and Hunter held me as I rode out the wave. Then he groaned and found his release too, fingers digging into me so hard I was sure they would leave bruises.
When it was over, I rolled onto my back and stared up at the ceiling as I caught my breath. Hunter did the same, slinging one arm around me.
“You’re amazing,” he murmured, moving his lips to my forehead.
I smiled. “So are you. I knew it would be perfect,” I whispered.
His eyes glimmered with affection as he leaned down to kiss me again. “I really wasn’t expecting it to happen,” he said. “Not so soon.”
“Me neither,” I admitted. “But at the same time I feel like I’ve been waiting for it ever since I met you.”
“Me too. Although before yesterday it was definitely more of a hate-fuck I had in mind.” He grinned wickedly and smoothed a hand over my hair. Then his expression turned serious. “I’m glad you decided to trust me, Laney. I thought it would take months. I even thought there was a chance it would never happen. Not after…”
He trailed off, knowing that I already knew exactly what he was talking about.
For a few fleeting seconds, I wondered if I’d made a mistake. Less than twenty-four hours ago, I was a prisoner in his house, champing at the bit to slap him and claw his eyes out for what he’d done to me. Now things had taken a drastic turn, and instead of hating him and craving revenge, I’d begged for him to be my first. Begged for him to do all sorts of wild, filthy things to me.
It felt so right when he started kissing me earlier—so wonderfully, irresistibly right—but what if that was just my hormones talking, and I jumped the gun in trusting him? What if he didn’t really believe me yesterday, and he still thought I was somehow responsible for what happened to his sister?
All of this… it could just be another way to mess with my mind, the same way he tried to mess with me that night I invited him to my dorm.
And I let it happen. Easily. In fact, I made sure it happened. I suggested we skip class and come back here today, and I instigated almost everything from there.
Hunter seemed to know that something was plaguing my mind all of a sudden, because he propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me, one eyebrow quizzically cocked. “Laney,” he said softly. “Was that really okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I shook my head. “No. It was perfect.”
“Was it too soon?” he asked, eyes filling with unease.
I hesitated, drawing in a deep breath. “I don’t think so.”
“Are you sure?” He stroked my cheek. “I really need you to trust me all the way, so if you don’t, then we shouldn’t have done any—”
I cut him off, pressing an index finger to his lips. My doubts had vanished as soon as I saw the earnest, adoring look on his face and heard his soft words of concern.
“It’s okay, Hunter,” I said with a small smile. “I trust you.”
29
Laney
“Ugh! I hate this weather.” Trina’s nose wrinkled as she sidestepped a puddle on the path to Royal Hall.
I smiled and held my palms out to catch a droplet of rain. “Really? I love rainy days!”
It was true. I liked the smell of the world after a downpour, that wonderful earthy petrichor, and I liked the squish of damp leaves beneath my feet too.
It was also true that I was in an extra-good mood today, so that may have influenced my opinion of this morning’s dreary weather.
“You’re very perky today,” Adam said, grinning as he nudged my side. “What’s your secret?”
My cheeks flushed hot. I wanted to tell my friends what happened yesterday when I skipped homeroom—and again multiple times after school was over for the day—but I didn’t want to do it right here.
Also, when Hunter and I were snuggling and talking last night after having pizza and hot chocolate together in my dorm, we’d decided to meet up outside Royal Hall this morning and strut into school holding hands in order to announce our brand new relationship.
Usually I wasn’t one for theatrics—I’d rather just take my close friends aside and excitedly whisper the news to them—but Hunter insisted on showing me off. He said he wanted everyone to know how proud he was to be with someone like me.
I had to admit I was a little excited to see Talia Bartlett’s jaw drop when she realized that Hunter had chosen me over every other girl who vied for his attention, including her, so I agreed to it in the end. Schadenfreude could be nice sometimes.
Before I could reply to Adam, Trina elbowed him. “Duh, of course she’s happy! Hunter took her off the blacklist, remember?”
“Oh, yeah, that’s right.” Adam nudged me again. “How are you doing with that? I feel like I barely even saw you yesterday.”
I smiled. “It’s great. A lot of people have come up to me and apologized for everything they said and did while I was blacklisted.” I paused to eye Talia and her group of friends standing by a bench. “A few haven’t, but I’m not expecting much from them.”
Trina snorted. “Yeah, good luck ever getting anything out of those assholes.”
As we passed Talia, one of her male friends leaned over and whispered something in her ear. She smirked and nodded before sticking a middle finger up at me.
Classy.
“I wish Hunter saw that,” Trina muttered. “I heard he basically threatened to murder anyone who still treats you like shit.”
“Man, I wish I was there when he made the big announcement,” Adam said with a groan. “How did we miss that, anyway?”
“We were in the library, remember?”
As my friends continued their conversation, I checked my phone, wondering where Hunter was. He was supposed to meet me five minutes ago, but he was nowhere to be seen.
I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that I had a message from him.
Hunter: My car was being a bitch earlier. Wouldn’t start, and I couldn’t catch a ride with Adam because he already left by the time I noticed. Driving one of Dad’s instead, but it took me forever to find the keys, so I’ll probably be a bit late. Sorry.
I slowed my pace and tapped out a quick response: That’s ok. Did you still want to walk in together?
Hunter: I might not get there in time. Still a few minutes away. Just go into the assembly with A and T, and I’ll meet you guys in there.
PS: I’ll make up my lateness to you during our free period today ;)
I smiled and slipped my phone back in my pocket. Adam and Trina were a couple of feet ahead of me now, so I hurried to catch up with them and made my way into Royal Hall.
Headmaster Sanders had sent out an announcement yesterday about an assembly to be held in one of the auditoriums this morning, but none of us had any idea what it was about. Knowing Sanders, it was probably a big, boring lecture for all of us about plagiarism after just one freshman student got caught trying to pass off a Wikipedia article as their own work.
I stepped into the auditorium behind Adam and Trina. It was already packed with students and buzzing with chatter and laughter. We scoured the room for a few minutes, trying to find enough empty seats so that we could sit together.
“Look, there’s some down there,” Adam said, pointing to five empty seats near the front of the cavernous room.
We slowly headed down the steps, past rows and rows of navy blue chairs with golden trim. Just as we sat down in the spot Adam had pointed out, some other students slipped into the two remaining chairs beside us.
My phone vibrated in my pocket again. I pulled it out to see another text from Hunter.
Hunter: Damn, that’s cold. Didn’t even save me a spot…
I whipped my head around and looked up. Hunter was standing at the very top of the auditorium steps and waving at me, a grin lighting his perfect face. The other Princes were already seated a few feet away from him at the very back, and Elijah was trying to get his attention to point out a spot they’d saved for him.
I grinned back at him before replying to his text. Sorry. They just sat down!
Hunter: Should I come down there and assert my authority so we can sit together?
Me: Lol. Don’t be mean. Just sit with your friends and I’ll see you after.
Hunter: If you insist. Btw, got any idea what this assembly is about?
Me: Nope. You?
Hunter: I heard something shocking is going to be announced. But knowing Sanders, his idea of ‘shocking’ is an announcement about a new set of encyclopedias for the library.
Me: So accurate it hurts…
Hunter: You know what hurts? Having to sit up here and look at you all the way down there.
Me: Wow, I’m that hideous, huh?
Hunter: You know what I mean. I can barely even look at that ponytail without wanting to grab it and… never mind, you’ll find out later.
Me: Tell me now!
Hunter: Nope. Punishment for not saving a seat for me. You can wait :)
A few seconds later, Sanders tapped on the microphone on the dais at the front and cleared his throat. “Good morning, everyone,” he said. “Thank you for being here this morning. I apologize for the disruption to your normal schedules, but we are facing a very serious problem here at RFA. A problem which must be addressed.”
He paused and let his gaze skate all over the vast room.
“I’d like to begin by reminding you all of our expectations for you. Those expectations match your enormous potential. We expect you to be dedicated. We expect you to be determined. We do not expect you to disappoint us by using drugs.” He paused and narrowed his eyes. “Yes, I said drugs. There was an incident yesterday in which three junior students were caught using Adderall to aid their performance in a test.”
Adam snickered next to me. “Jesus, this is the huge announcement?” he whispered to me and Trina. “A few kids popping pills to get through an exam?”
Sanders’ voice boomed through the air again. “I h
ave decided that from now on, every RFA student must complete an online drug awareness and safety module before they graduate.” He lifted his hands as a collective groan echoed in the room. “Now, now. Don’t complain. It’s only a short module, and if you study the material properly, it should only take a few hours to complete. We’ve put together a quick guide on how to access the module through the RFA website, which I’ll show to you right now.”
The lights dimmed, and an enormous screen at the very back of the auditorium lit up. A PowerPoint presentation started playing, showing us a step-by-step guide to accessing the drug module and completing the short tests in it.
On Step 3, the screen suddenly went black.
“Sorry, everyone,” Sanders muttered. “It seems we’re having some technical issues. Give me a few seconds, please.”
Before he could fix anything, the screen lit up again, and a video started playing. I recognized it immediately… because I was in it.
The sight of it made me feel as if a large, cold stone had just dropped clean through my gut.
The footage was shot four years ago, but it was unmistakably me. Puberty had hit me like a freight train at the age of thirteen, so by the time I was fourteen, I looked mostly the same as I did now. I was an inch shorter and my cheeks were slightly rounder, but apart from that, there wasn’t any difference.
On the screen, I was lying on a king-sized bed, head lolling back on a black pillow. A man was settling his weight over me, one hand grasping at my breasts through my thin tank top. There wasn’t much visible below my waist, but it was obvious that I wasn’t wearing any pants.
To anyone who didn’t know what this video really was, it looked like I might be enjoying what was happening to me, because the seconds being displayed were the ones in which I woke up and slowly realized what was happening to me—that my piano teacher was assaulting me.
My eyes were slightly narrowed as I stared up at him, heavy-lidded from the drugs he gave me, but anyone who wasn’t aware of that could be forgiven for thinking it was a sensuous, passion-filled gaze.
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