Havoc at Prescott High

by Stunich, C. M.

  “Are you fucking kidding me?” he asks, his voice so quiet, I might've missed the words if I wasn't looking at his lips.

  “Do I make jokes very often?” Vic retorts, standing there near the end of the bed with so much tension in his body he looks liable to snap at the wrong word. “Get off of her and get out.”

  “You're insane,” Hael says, turning back to me. But then Vic is grabbing his shoulder and yanking him back. It's a weird sensation, to have Hael pulled off of me like that, and I sit up, grabbing the sheets as my own anger rushes to the surface.

  “What the hell, Vic?” I snarl as Hael tears from his friend's grip, panting and shaking, his teeth bared in a snarl.

  “What are you even doing?” he snaps, flinging out his hand to indicate me. “We talked about this. Bernadette is a Havoc Girl. Not Vic's girl. If you wanted her to be yours, then why didn't you say so when we were talking price?”

  Whoa.

  This conversation got real, real fast. Hael tears the condom off his still-hard dick and chucks it at the wall before zipping up his jeans. He rakes his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes.

  “Sit back down and—”

  “No,” Vic says, standing his ground. “Get out.”

  “I'm not fucking leaving!” Hael yells back at him. “You might be the boss, but she's not just your girl.”

  “She's my future wife,” Vic says, still completely frozen in that dark well of shadows he's drawn around himself. “If you touch her again, I don't know what I'll do. I can't be held responsible for my actions.”

  “Do I even get a fucking say here?” I snap, standing up from the bed. “I might've agreed to your price, but I'm not some fuck doll for you to fight over.”

  “You are not a fuck doll,” Vic says, but he doesn't move his attention from Hael's face. “But this isn't about you. This is about me. I'm a jealous, possessive asshole, and I wanted to kill Hael for fucking you in his car. He's my best friend, Bernadette. There's a problem here.”

  “Victor,” Hael starts, but Vic just shakes his head.

  “Get out. Now. This is the last time I'm going to ask.”

  Hael looks at me and then back at Vic, and there's something in his face that says maybe this one time, he's not going to listen. Maybe this one time, he's going to fight Victor and see what happens.

  The tension stretches between the three of us until it's almost unbearable, until I can't breathe.

  “Fuck you, Vic. Seriously, fuck you.” Hael turns away in a storm cloud of his own rage, unlocks the door, and then yanks it open. He pauses once before leaving to look over his shoulder. “I love you, man, but you almost pushed it too far this time.” Hael leaves and slams the door so hard that one of the framed pictures on the wall crashes to the floor and shatters.

  For a whole minute there, the room is completely silent.

  “Get on the bed,” Vic tells me, glancing back in my direction. He stalks over to the lamp and turns it off, plunging us into darkness.

  My body is shaking with a mix of frustration and anger. I was this close to having another orgasm, and he ruined it. Fucking Victor stupid-ass Channing.

  He turns around to look at me, moonlight filtering between the mini blinds on the sliding doors to his left and limning his large form in silver.

  He's jealous, I think as my mind runs through all the ways I could handle this moment. I could tell him to fuck off, openly defy him, and see what he might do. Or … I could let the hot, wild heat taking over my body run wild. Despite his bossy possessiveness, despite the way he treated Hael, I still want him.

  Stepping back, I drop the sheet to the floor, and then I lie back on the bed, my knees crossed together, my elbows keeping me propped up.

  Victor slips his shirt over his head and tosses it aside before kicking off his shoes, peeling off his socks, and then shoving his jeans down his muscular hips. As my eyes adjust to the light, I notice that he has a condom in his hand. He slips it on before moving over to me and climbing on the bed, his weight denting the mattress and making me bounce slightly.

  I can smell him now, that bergamot and musk scent of his, all male, all Vic.

  My breath catches as he reaches up with a big hand and cups the side of my face. His entire presence is edged in violence, but his touch is gentle enough.

  “I'm apologizing in advance for how hard I'm going to fuck you,” he says, and a wash of heat spreads from my core to the hardened points of my nipples, the bruised curve of my lips. “But after, I'll take it nice and slow.”

  He grabs my hips and flips me over, pulling me back and into him. I can feel the heat of his body as Vic presses up against me, a sigh shuddering through him as he runs his palm down my spine. I can feel the tension in his hands as he caresses me, and then, it’s like a switch has been flipped. Vic grabs my hair and yanks my head back, making me cry out. It doesn’t hurt per se, but it rides that fine line.

  “I’m having a seriously hard time fucking controlling myself right now,” he growls, and his hands tighten on both my hip and my hair. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” Vic leans down and kisses my shoulder, swirling his tongue in a circle against my skin before he bites me—hard.

  “You won't like it when Victor takes you to bed. He's a rough, angry sort of lover.”

  Aaron’s words echo in my head as I shift my body and Vic growls, holding me in place. He’s bruising my hip, making my scalp burn, and yet it’s not unpleasant. His mouth traces up the line of my shoulder toward my neck, and he bites me again, drawing another long, embarrassing groan from my throat.

  Vic releases my hair and curls his inked fingers around the front of my neck. With his other hand, he guides the tip of his cock to my throbbing heat, slicking the length of his body against my wetness.

  “We didn’t want a girl to come between us and yet, here you are, doing just that. Are you fucking proud of yourself?”

  “Screw you,” I snarl, gritting my teeth as Victor teases me with his cock. He lifts my head up even further, forcing me to curve my back and push my ass against him.

  “You’ve hated me for so long, haven’t you?” he asks, and I realize then that I’m shaking. He’s stripping me bare again, and I hate it. I hate it, but I also … I can’t explain it, but I want more. His voice is like smoke, curling around and enveloping me. It’s sumptuous, lavish, regnant perfection. “What’s it like? Having me touch you this way?”

  “Eat shit,” I gasp as he adjusts himself, his fingers curving under my jaw. He holds me in a tense grip, his anger hot and evident on his skin. His muscles are taut, slick with sweat. A droplet slides from his inked skin and drops onto my own.

  Victor crushes his mouth to mine, holding me just where he wants me, taking my lips the way he’s taking over the rest of me—body and soul. His kiss is savage, almost brutal, bruising my mouth but inciting this near desperate need for more. Our tongues slick together as he tastes me, biting my lower lip just hard enough to make me bleed. Not that it matters, right: blood in, blood out. And we’ve already shared blood, cum. We’re already intertwined.

  “I bet I could make you come on command,” he purrs, pulling back slightly, smirking at me in the dark.

  I grit my teeth and start to struggle against him, but his grip is complete, his control absolute. If I asked him to stop, would he? I only have to think for a split-second before I have an answer to that question: yes. Victor was serious when he said I was a part of Havoc, a part of the family. He won’t hurt me, not anymore.

  A surprise gasp slips past my lips as Vic pulls his hips back slightly and replaces the tip of his cock with his finger, slicking it along the wetness of my core, teasing me. Everything in my body hurts right now. I’m aching with need, like each molecule is fired up and quivering. This isn’t helping.

  “Stop teasing me and—”

  Victor clamps his hand over my mouth at the same time he pushes a single, inked finger into my pussy. A sigh of relief gets caught in my throat as Vic main
tains his iron-clad handhold over my face, hooking his finger inside me and drumming up sensations that I’ve never felt before. I wiggle against him, but I’m seriously trapped here, his hot, heavy body behind me, his hand covering my lips.

  “Come for me, Bernadette. That’s an order.” Victor thrusts his finger deep, slicking it against my aching insides. My nipples are so hard now that I’m frantic for a caress of any kind, but Vic’s only touching me as much as he has to. I get nothing extra, even less than I got during our first, fucked-up sexual encounter against the wall. “I want to hear you cry out the way you did when you were sitting on Hael’s cock.”

  A rogue whimper escapes me as Vic inserts another finger, sliding the two of them in and out, nice and slow. It’s pure goddamn torture, and he knows it. His chuckle is dark and angry, rife with frustration. No part of him actually thinks this is fun. To Vic, this is a necessity. He slips a third finger in, amplifying the pleasure coursing through me, and then releases his hold on my mouth.

  “Ready?” he asks, and then he drops his second hand to my clit, using the natural lube from my body to make it nice and slippery. He works the hardened nub with his thumb in slow but firm circles. I want to resist him, put up some sort of fight, but it feels too good. I find myself falling, collapsing, shattering to pieces. “Let me hear that climax, baby.”

  Vic flicks his thumb in just such a way that I fall over the edge, shuddering as the orgasm unfurls inside of me like a whip. A sound tears from my throat that I can’t stop, that I’m sure the whole house can hear.

  It hits me hard and fast, leaving me a boneless, shaking, sweating mess.

  “Good.” Victor slaps me on the ass and then grabs my hair again, yanking me back toward him. “I told you that you’d mewl beneath me.” Before I even get the chance to recover, he’s removing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his cock. With one hand locked on my hip, he drives into me with a fierce growl, hitting the end of me and drawing sounds from my throat I wasn’t even sure I could make.

  Vic thrusts deep, filling me up completely. My body stretches to accommodate his, but luckily, I’m all warmed-up. If I weren’t, his balls-deep thrusts might hurt. He’s just too goddamn big for his own good.

  A gasp escapes my lips as my hands curl in the sheets, my body rocking forward with each violent thrust. Pleasure courses through me in an unstoppable storm, this torrent of fiery heat that makes me grit my teeth against a scream. I don't want Vic to know how much I'm loving this, how good it feels to have his body inside of mine. It's like he's claiming me with each pump of his hips and yet, I don't hate it.

  I … I love it.

  Vic pulls on my hair again, forcing me to push up to my hands. My breasts sway with the motion as he pounds into me, the only sound in the room that of our bodies joining together over and over and over again.

  He isn't nice. No, he's rough, wild, forceful. But there's something to it that I find appealing, like I've finally managed to catch Victor Channing with his pants down—both metaphorically and literally. His numbness and his shadows have been stripped away and there's nothing left but emotion. Anger, maybe. Jealousy. Even hate.

  But it’s all better than being fucking numb.

  He groans, this deep, dark sound that's frenzied with need, and I swear, I can hear him coming undone. Victor pounds faster, fucks me deeper, and then comes violently, grabbing my hip in tight fingers and yanking my hair so hard that I cry out. With a few last, wild thrusts he finishes and pulls out, cursing as he tears the condom off and chucks it in the trash.

  Vic rakes his fingers through his hair as I turn over to look at him, and then his gaze falls down to mine, stealing my breath away. I can still barely see him, but with the moonlight showcasing the hard, strong lines of his face, I can tell we're nowhere near done in here.

  “I'm a Havoc Girl,” I gasp out, because that's what he asked of me. That was the price. But it feels like now, in his shadowed gaze, he's asking me for so much more.

  “You're my fucking girl,” he says, climbing on the bed as I scoot back until my back is pressed into the mountain of pillows next to the headboard. There's the lingering scent of Hael's coconut oil mixed with the skunk-y smell of weed, but … when I really inhale, all I smell all over this bed is Vic's musk and amber scent.

  “This is your bed when you're here?” I ask, but he's not letting me get away that easily, climbing over me, his knees on either side of my thighs, his hands on either side of my chest, palms pressed into the mattress. Our faces are now only a hair's-breadth apart.

  “Bernadette,” Vic says, his warm breath tracing over my lips. My scalp is sore, and I can already tell I'm going to be bruised in the morning. “You go out of your way to piss me off, don't you?”

  “I didn't fuck Hael to piss you off,” I say, holding his stare, my heart thundering like crazy in my chest. But then I hesitate. “When you have nothing else, you realize the one currency you can carry is truth.” “Not this time,” I correct. “And not in the principal’s office. Only … the first time.”

  Vic's sharp mouth curves into a grin, flashing white teeth in the dark.

  “I'm going to devour you, Bernadette Blackbird,” he says, and then he pushes back, grabbing my knees and opening my legs to him. I'm powerless at that point to resist; my entire body is in flames, and I need something to douse that heat.

  My head falls back into the pillows as Vic puts his lips between my thighs, tasting my desire with a long, hot flick of his tongue. He pleasures me with reckless abandon, no pretense of niceties, just a firm hand on either side of my hips. He isn't worried about getting messy as he takes over my body and I dig my fingers into his dark hair.

  I'm too conscious of the sounds escaping my throat, and it's holding me back. Vic seems to sense that, chuckling and raising his face up to stare at me through the dark.

  “None of the kids can hear us in here, babe,” he repeats, and I wonder if he's mocking me for calling Hael babe earlier. “I promise you that. They're all upstairs, I'm sure, tucked away, snug as bugs in rugs.”

  “That doesn't mean Hael or—”

  Vic drops his face back down, capturing my clit gently between his teeth and then sucking on it. At the same time, he drives two fingers into me, and I feel that pesky climax unwrapping again. Energy bursts through me as I struggle against Vic's grip, another cry escaping my bruised lips as my body collapses back into the bed, the surge of adrenaline fading to a soft relaxation.

  I've barely caught my breath before he's climbing over me again.

  “Vic,” I say, but he captures the side of my face in his hand and kisses me, the taste of my body on his lips. As soon as his mouth touches mine, I'm falling, deeper and deeper into him. Even though I know I shouldn't. Even though he was once the monster in my dark.

  Before I can think better of it, my legs are wrapping around him, pulling him close. He reaches between us and guides his bare cock into me, never breaking our kiss.

  We begin to move together, me lifting my hips to meet his, him thrusting with deep, slow undulations, his hard body rubbing my clit with each movement. Our tongues slide together in a similar dance, tasting, thrusting, withdrawing. It's all friction and heat and hands. I dig my nails into Vic's back and drag them down his skin, making him groan, marking him. He returns the favor by putting his mouth to my neck, sucking hard enough to leave hickeys. But it just feels so damn good.

  “I'm going to mark every inch of this body, Bernadette,” he whispers, making me shiver.

  Vic fucks me until my body begins to pulse yet again, and then he rolls us over so that I'm on top, putting his hands on my hips and digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. “Ride me hard,” he commands, and I do.

  My hips rock back and forth in a frantic rhythm as I throw my hair back, my nails digging into his chest. Vic reaches up, threading his fingers in my hair and then pulling me down. He kisses me hard, biting my lower lip as I work my body against his, feeling his pulse pick up, his muscles
tense.

  I think about rolling off of him and finding another condom, but when I start to leave, he grabs my hips and holds me there, thrusting his hips up off the bed until I'm groaning and moving again. My body works to pleasure us both, drawing another climax up and out of him, until he's coming hard inside of me, the sound that escapes his throat filling the quiet room.

  We're both left panting, me lying on top of him, my head buried in the hollow between his neck and shoulder. One of his hands strokes down my back, almost soothingly, until he cracks it across my ass.

  I lift up my head, determined to at least chew him out for that move, but he grabs me by the back of my head and kisses me again, like he can't get enough, like it'll never be e-fucking-nough.

  Vic slaps his hand against my ass again, and then pushes me over, kissing his way across my sweaty, naked body. His fingers slip inside of me again, working me up into another frenzy.

  “It's not fair. I can't do this anymore,” I whisper, wondering if I'm going to survive the night in here with him. Or … if I should leave? But he just laughs at me and keeps going until I'm coming again, drenching his hand and biting down so hard on his chest that I draw blood.

  “Are you marking me, too, Bernie?” he taunts, looking down at me through the shadows. I put my hand over the mark I've just made, but I don't know how to answer his question. What am I doing?

  “I should go,” I start, but Vic just shakes his head and leans down, putting his lips near my ear again.

  “Did you think I was joking, Bernadette? You're my girl, and you're sleeping in my bed tonight.”

  And then he mounts me again, and I'm lost to oblivion.

  Victor Channing has some serious fucking stamina.

  I wake up with Vic's heavy arm around my waist, his body curled up against mine. His bare skin is hot, his heartbeat thumping against my back. What the actual fuck? I think, looking out of a pair of sliding glass doors into the backyard. With him touching me like this, I feel like I'm falling to pieces. The numbness inside of me is stripped away with every breath he exhales, tickling my pink hair against my shoulder.