Hateful Lies

by Liv Reid

  The sound of the footsteps disappears for a moment, and I realize they didn’t notice where I went because the entrance to the path is partially obscured by bushes.

  YES!

  A moment later, I hear the footsteps resume. They are back on my trail, but I’ve gained a few precious seconds. I burst around the side of the building and out into the open again, and that’s when I spot someone.

  My heart soars. I’ve never been so happy to see someone before in my entire life. I sprint towards them with the last bit of energy I have left.

  “Help!” I scream, and the guy turns around.

  It’s Logan. What are the odds he’d be the only one out tonight?

  I never thought I’d be happy to see him. He may hate me, but there’s no way he won’t help me. He’s already saved me once.

  He looks surprised, then confused, then annoyed, as I run up to him and grab his arm desperately. He opens his mouth to say something but sees the look in my eyes, and his brow furrows. He looks behind me, and suddenly his attitude changes in an instant.

  He springs into action. He grabs my hand and starts to run in a new direction.

  His legs are much longer than mine, and even though I’m trying my best to keep up, he’s practically dragging me behind him.

  We round the corner of a building, and he basically picks me up and tosses me through a back door. I catch myself and manage to stay on my feet. He jumps in after me, and then grabs the door. He pulls it closed gently, but quickly, so it doesn’t make any noise.

  Just a moment after he shuts the door, we hear a large person storm past it and continue down the path. Logan holds onto the handle for a few seconds longer, just listening to make sure the person is gone.

  I realize I’m holding my breath when I start to feel faint, but I don’t dare breathe until I’m sure the coast is clear. When Logan finally stands up, I let out a huge breath and start sucking oxygen into my lungs.

  I look around and realize we are in the stairwell of one of the older, less-used buildings on campus. There’s fancy wood everywhere and a plush carpet running up the middle of the stairs. The only light is coming from a dim nightlight overhead, so we are practically in darkness.

  Logan takes a set of keys out of his jacket pocket and quietly locks the door.

  “Security always forgets to lock this one at night because it’s out of the way,” he says as an explanation, completely glossing over the reason for why he has a key for a school building.

  He finally looks back at me and walks over. Whatever he sees in my eyes causes him to ask in concern, “Are you ok?”

  He just saved me. Again.

  I reach up and grab his head, bringing his lips crashing down onto mine.

  Now that I’ve escaped, relief floods through my body. I thought for sure that guy was going to get me. That relief morphs into desperate gratitude and longing for the person who saved me. I want to feel Logan’s hard body wrapped around mine, and his talented mouth pressing into my lips with desperate intensity—like in the library.

  He kisses me like he wants to consume my soul, like he needs to touch me everywhere at once. And I want it. I want it so badly.

  His hands wind around my waist and then slip down to grab my ass. I surge against him, and he takes that opportunity to lift me up. I wrap my legs around his waist instinctively, barely aware of what I’m doing because I’m too focused on how his body feels pressed against mine.

  I cling to his neck as he carries me over to the stairs leading upwards. He places me down on the soft carpet.

  With his hands now free, he roams my body and claims every part of me with his rough touch. He grabs the back of my neck and holds my head where he wants it, controlling me, as he kisses my lips.

  My hands keep getting tangled in the soft leather of his well-worn jacket. With a frustrated grunt, I push it down his arms. He doesn’t miss a beat and throws it to the ground, without his lips ever leaving mine.

  I cling to the now exposed hard muscles of his arms, as he surges against me, pressing my back painfully into the stairs.

  He isn’t being gentle—but neither am I.

  He pours all of his tension and hate into me, and I’m giving it right back. He’s giving me exactly what I want. What I need. What I crave.

  I crave him—and the way he’s grabbing my body possessively tells me he craves me too.

  He roughly pushes my jacket off my shoulders, and it ends up forgotten beneath our writhing bodies. He yanks my sweater over my head, and then expertly unclasps my bra. It falls to the floor, and he growls possessively, hungrily, when he sees my naked breasts.

  My breasts are just ok. I’m not very well endowed, but he’s looking at me like they are the sexiest ones he’s ever seen.

  He lowers his head and licks my nipple. The unexpected surge of pleasure causes me to throw my head back, and it smacks into the stairs.

  “Ow,” I mumble and rub my scalp.

  He chuckles quietly, evilly. The sound vibrates against my skin and makes me shiver. He flicks his wicked tongue out again and makes me hiss.

  He then takes my whole nipple into his mouth and starts flicking it over and over. I moan loudly and surge up into him, grabbing his head and holding him there.

  He continues to tongue my breast while his hands slip down and pull off my jeans. I lift my hips to help him and soon I’m completely naked. He’s still fully clothed, and that just makes it ten times hotter.

  He switches to the other breast and mimics the tongue-lashing he gave the first one. I throw my legs wide, and he takes the opportunity to slide his fingers inside of me. I’m so turned on it’s like sliding a hot knife through butter.

  “Fuck,” he mumbles against my skin. “You’re so wet for me.”

  He can’t take it a moment longer, and I hear a zipper. I feel the weight of his body over mine. I have my head thrown back, and my eyes closed. I’m so lost in the pleasure he’s giving me, but my eyes bulge open when I feel his heavy shaft at my entrance.

  I look up into his dark eyes. They are so full of desire he looks drugged. He starts pushing, clearly not able to hold himself back. If he was trying to go slow, then he’s failing.

  He pushes inside of me, and I feel the exquisite stretch as he invades my core. My eyes fall closed again, as I give into the sensations.

  “No,” he commands. “Look at me.”

  I slowly open my eyes.

  “I want you to see exactly who’s doing this to you. Who’s making you so wet you’re practically dripping on the stairs.”

  He comes down to hover close to my face, as he continues to push inside of my body with his large member.

  “Who’s cock is inside you right now?”

  Does he seriously want me to respond?

  “Duh,” I say back instead of answering. “Just fuck me, ok?”

  He stops mid-thrust, only buried halfway inside. I grab his hips and try to make him keep going. I need him all the way in. This is torture.

  “Say my name,” he growls. “And then I’ll fuck you so good you won’t be able to walk for a week. Tell me who’s inside you right now.”

  I purse my lips in annoyance. This is the worst timing. Just fuck me and let’s get this over with so we can go back to hating each other. I don’t want to think about who’s between my legs. I don’t want to think about who’s giving me more pleasure than I’ve ever experienced before in my life—and he’s barely inside of me.

  I look up. His eyes are dark and stormy. His mouth is pressed in a hard line, and there’s serious concentration on his face. I can tell he’s barely holding on. He wants this just as much as I do, and it’s taking everything he has to not give me exactly what we both want.

  He looks so sexy that I can’t help it. Right now, I want him more than anything in the world. When this is all over, I can tell myself it didn’t mean anything, but right now I can’t stop.

  “Please,” I moan, and the muscle in his jaw pops out. His Adam’s apple bounce
s up and down. His hips jerk slightly.

  That almost undid him, but not quite.

  “Who’s cock is inside you right now?” he asks in a strained voice. “Say it.”

  I can’t take it anymore.

  “Logan!”

  In an instant, he plunges all the way in.

  I cry out and grab onto his back. My fingers pull at his t-shirt, and I feel his hard muscles flex beneath it. He’s stretching me to the limit, and I have to cling on for dear life as he starts fucking me hard. Slamming in-and-out of my willing body.

  Those few moments where he had to hold himself back were almost too much, and I feel him making up for lost time. He pounds into me. With each thrust, my back is being pressed painfully into the stairs, but I barely notice.

  He’s grunting and growling in my ear and the noises are shooting straight to my core. I’m naked with my legs spread wide for him, and he’s fully clothed and fucking me mercilessly. I feel completely possessed by him.

  “Touch yourself,” he suddenly commands.

  His hands are busy gripping the stairs, caging me in and stopping us from sliding down. Without a second thought, I reach between us.

  My fingers brush against his hard member. It feels so large I’m shocked I’m fitting all of him inside of my body. My fingers come up to rest on my slippery clit, and I start to rub—just like he commanded. The few times I’ve had sex before no one has ever told me to do this, and almost instantly I’m on the edge.

  “Logan,” I gasp out without thinking. It’s unexpected, and he makes an almost choking sound and thrusts into me even harder.

  He reaches down with one hand to grip my hip and control the movement of our bodies even more. With every thrust, we start slowly sliding down the stairs, but I barely notice.

  The movement of his body and my hand are about to be my undoing. As if he can sense it, he leans down next to my ear. His hot breath tickles my skin as he orders me to, “Come for me.”

  I then feel his hand on my neck. He’s not squeezing my throat, but just controlling me. Showing me who he thinks is in charge, and I’m too lost to fight it at the moment.

  His commanding voice and the way he’s fully possessed my body with his hands and his cock, send me over the edge. My pussy squeezes him with all the strength I have left, and my orgasm rips through me like a tsunami.

  It’s stronger than any I’ve ever experienced before. It has me gasping and convulsing as I cling to his muscular body.

  “Logan,” I breathe out, and the sound of his name on my lips is too much for him.

  With a roar, he starts emptying his seed inside my body. He comes in sharp jerks and holds me so I can’t move as he pours himself into me. He grips me roughly as he claims my body with his release. Possesses me. Fills me.

  We both collapse in a sweaty, panting pile on the carpet—which scratches uncomfortably against my sensitive, bare skin. He’s on top of me, and his large body is pressing me into the floor as he recovers.

  After a few minutes, I’m able to open my eyes and realize we ended up on the landing at the bottom of the flight of stairs we were fucking on. I shift uncomfortably as his weight becomes too much. He notices and moves to the side immediately.

  I’m coming back to myself, and my brain starts to work again. I’m suddenly self-conscious of my nudity and look around for my clothes. He sees what I’m doing and instantly moves away from me.

  I wince when I stand up. My whole body took a beating, and I’m going to be sore for the next couple of days—including where he stretched me out inside.

  We both get dressed awkwardly. He does up his fly, puts his jacket back on, and it’s like it never happened. I pick my clothes up from off the stairs and slip them on, covering the quickly forming bruises on my skin. I then go to join him back on the landing.

  Neither of us can meet each other’s eyes. We just shared something so intense and now we feel a million miles away.

  I think he’s wondering what the hell just happened—because that’s exactly what I’m thinking. I violently fucked my enemy, and it was by far the hottest moment of my life.

  “I think we’re safe to go now.” Logan breaks the silence, and it makes me jump.

  “Ok,” I whisper.

  He gives me an unreadable look. He has a scratch on his neck from my fingernails.

  It looks like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. He just nods and tells me to follow him.

  He opens the door, and we make our way back out into the night. I no longer feel the cold because I’m still warm from how turned on he made me.

  As we walk across campus to my dorm, one thought keeps running through my mind over and over. I just had sex with Logan Aston.

  27

  L

  I just fucked Violet Miller, and then walked her back to her dorm like a fucking Boy Scout. I couldn’t let her walk home by herself because there was definitely some guy after her. I saw him when she ran up to me, and he was massive. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a good look at his face. I just know he’s huge, likes the color black, and definitely wanted to hurt Violet.

  I thought briefly about fighting him, but I didn’t know if he had a gun or not. Also, based on his size, I might have lost, and she would have been screwed if I got knocked out. So I grabbed her and ran like a coward.

  That girl attracts trouble like a lightening rod. Also, why should I care what happens to her, anyway? It’s none of my business. But I know I’m lying to myself. I couldn’t let anything happen to her.

  She ruined my dad’s life, and now she’s ruining me.

  I walk up the stairs to my apartment. We didn’t really say anything after we left the building. I just dropped her off in front of her dorm and now I’m home.

  I’m shaken. I had just been out for one of my late night walks, but then Violet ran up to me. We had sex, and it blew my mind. It was the most intense thing I’ve ever experienced in my life.

  I’ve been telling myself I just want to sleep with her once to get it out of my system and then I’d be able to get over her. Use her and lose her, then on to the next girl. But now I know that’s going to be impossible. I still have her scent all around me. She’s invaded my mind, and I don’t know how I’m going to get her out.

  I also didn’t wear a condom, like a fucking moron. I’ve never done that before. I’ve never forgotten to wear one. And I don’t know if she’s on birth control. I screwed up. I shouldn’t have fucked a known liar without protection.

  I walk into a dark apartment. Rhett must be somewhere else tonight. I head over to the fridge to get a beer, then think better of it. I need to stay sober otherwise I might do something stupid—like call her.

  I sigh and run my fingers through my hair, and it only reminds me of what it felt like when she did it. I head into my room and flick on the light.

  Bethany is lying on my bed. She’s dressed in red lingerie with black garters. She gives me a seductive smile and normally this would be all it takes. She looks hot as hell, but I’m not the least bit turned on—and not because I just fucked another girl, that’s never been a problem before, but because she’s not Violet.

  Bethany notices, and her “come fuck me” face turns to annoyance. She stands up and struts over to me sensually, her hips swaying back and forth invitingly. When she gets to me, she reaches out and slowly runs her hands down my chest. She stares me straight in the eyes, as she goes lower and lower until she brushes against my dick.

  “What the hell is wrong with you?” she asks when she feels I’m not the least bit hard for her. “You’ve never had this problem before.”

  “I know,” I say in a hoarse voice.

  I feel so worn down. I no longer feel like me. I’ve been hollowed out and Violet has filled what’s left. She’s in my thoughts, my dreams, and now that I’ve had her body I don’t know how I’ll ever get her out.

  “It’s her, isn’t it?” Bethany’s venomous voice cuts in to my thoughts, like she can read my mind.
/>   “Who?”

  “Don’t play dumb. We both know you have a thing for that trailer park slut.”

  “Get out,” I growl in a voice that’s so dark I almost choke on it.

  Bethany wants to argue more, but she knows not to push me too far. She spins around and grabs the trench coat she left on one of the chairs. She puts it on angrily and then storms out of the room.

  “You’ll regret this, Logan Aston.”

  I hear the front door slam shut.

  Don’t worry, Bethany, I already do. I’m already in more pain than anything you could ever do to me.

  28

  V

  I got out of last month’s dinner at the Aston’s by pretending to be deathly ill, but I can’t get out of this one. That’s why I find myself on a Saturday evening driving up the familiar circular driveway.

  After what happened a few days ago, I haven’t been going anywhere besides straight to my classes and then back to my dorm. I don’t go outside after the sun goes down. Everly has been really sweet about the whole thing and walks with me whenever she can.

  I reported the incident to campus security, but they said they weren’t able to find any security footage of the guy chasing me—which I find hard to believe. Crowned College is a wealthy institution with a ton of donations from alumni, so I’m surprised they don’t have a better security system in place. There’s nothing I can do about it though, and they told me they’d keep an eye out for anything suspicious.

  I’m still shaken up by it three days later—but mostly I’m shaken about what happened between Logan and I.

  We haven’t seen each other or talked since that night. I think neither of us wants to be the first to break and text the other. I’m embarrassed to admit I’ve written out dozens of messages to him, but then deleted them instead of pressing send.

  That night was the hottest sex I’ve ever had in my life. I don’t know how two people who hate each other could be so connected physically. I almost wish it never happened so I wouldn’t have to feel this deep sense of confusion—but I know that’s a lie. I want it again.