Wicked Devil: An Enemies to Lovers, High School Bully Romance (Devils of Sun Valley High Book 1)

by Daniela Romero

  He begins driving himself harder into me, grinding his teeth with each savage stroke. “Mine,” he snarls, biting my shoulder like a wild animal. He fucks me raw and angry, pounding into me without mercy as though he’s exorcising his demons. My hands itch to touch him. To roam his muscular body. But I can’t in this position. All I can do is barely manage to hold on to my sanity as he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before, effectively ruining me for anyone else who might come after him.

  I scream his name again as my body locks up for the third time, my inner walls gripping him tight as I shatter, drowning in the waves of yet another release. I collapse face first onto the mattress, the sensations too much for my body to bear. His hands hold my hips back and he stiffens behind me, his body shuddering against mine with his own release before he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching.

  His lips find my ear and he says, “My pussy. Got that? For as long as I want it.”

  I want to deny him. To tell him to fuck off because he doesn’t own me, but at the moment, all I can manage is a grunt and I don’t even know if it’s in agreement or denial.

  He tugs me into his arms, nestling me beneath his chin as we both struggle to catch our breath, and when I finally do manage to get my breathing under control, I decide not to address his statement. I can’t form the words let alone digest the meaning behind what he just said.

  It’s possessive in the extreme.

  After a few minutes pass, he gets up, leaves the room still gloriously naked, and disposes of the condom. He comes back with a warm washcloth and with surprising care he wipes away the remnants of my release from my thighs before tossing the washcloth in a dark corner of the room.

  I consider getting up and leaving. Finding my clothes and heading for Aaron’s cabin. I shouldn’t stay here. It would send the wrong message. This is just fun. No strings. No emotions.

  But when he tugs me toward the head of the bed and helps me slip beneath the covers, I resign myself to the fact that I don’t have it in me to fight him.

  Neither of us says a word. Roman reels me in until I’m resting splayed across his chest, my ear pressed against his beating heart and the night melts away. My body slips into the first restful sleep I’ve had since my mom passed away.

  Roman

  I wake up to a loud banging at the front door. What the fuck?

  Allie is asleep beside me. Her hair is a tangled mess of brown waves and her expression is relaxed. I watch her for a moment as her chest rises and falls, the sheet barely covering her pert breasts.

  Just as I’m about to lean down and suck on her beautiful tits before rolling her over and sliding into her wet heat, the knocking that woke me up in the first place sounds again, though this time louder, closer.

  Someone better be dying because Dom and Emilio know not to come knocking this early in the fucking morning.

  I groan and throw my legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes to clear the sleep from them. Finding my boxers, I slip them on and then open my bedroom door with a scowl on my face.

  “What?”

  Dominique stands on the other side, an amused expression on his face as his eyes wander past me, spotting Allie in my bed. I step to the side, blocking his view of her as I cross my arms over my chest and raise a brow. “Cabrón, there better be a good fucking reason you’re waking me up right now.”

  He tilts his head back toward the front of the cabin. “Henderson’s looking for her. Figured you’d want to deal with that.”

  Any good mood I woke up with instantly sours at the sound of his name. “What the fuck does he want?”

  Dom shrugs. “What you’ve got in that bed of yours would be my guess.”

  I flip him off. “Keep your voice down. You’re going to wake her up.” He nods and I throw on a pair of sweats and a Sun Valley High hoodie.

  Dressed, I head toward the front of the cabin and find Henderson pacing on the front porch. His brows are furrowed and he runs his hands through his shaggy blond hair. Asshole looks like a Bieber wannabe.

  When he spots me, his eyes narrow into slits and his fists clench at his sides. He looks me up and down, hate evident in his glare. I wait. As if this fucker can scare me. He’ll need to do a hell of a lot better than that.

  He takes in my outfit as though searching for evidence of what happened last night. I snort. Is he expecting to find me with the condom still wrapped around my dick?

  “Where is she?” he bites out.

  “Sleeping,” I tell him, enjoying the anger I see bubbling up inside of him. He wants to hit me. I can tell by the tick in his jaw and the way he keeps clenching then unclenching his fists, but Aaron Henderson isn’t a complete idiot. He knows he can’t take me. He may hit the gym and ride that stupid board of his but I dominate on the field and take hit after hit day in and day out. Doling out some of my own in return both on and off the field.

  Henderson wouldn’t stand a chance against me and he knows it.

  “What did you do to her?”

  I roll my eyes, not even bothering to pretend I didn’t fuck her brains out. Better for this asshole to learn now that she’s mine. Mine to use. Mine to fuck. He lost the game before he even had a chance to play. “Nothing she didn’t want.” I let my words sink in.

  He takes a menacing step forward. “I want to see her,” he snarls, inches away from my face.

  I lean against the doorway giving him a bored expression. “Why? So you can apologize for fucking the girl who was a bitch to her? You think that will get you inside her tight little pussy?”

  He draws back in surprise and flicks his eyes up toward me. “She saw that?”

  I fold my arms over my chest. It’s not my job to explain shit to him. I don’t want him thinking Allie’s only here with me because he fucked up. I’m not her second choice. She came eager and willing. It had nothing to do with this asshole.

  He looks away, nodding his head and muttering to himself, but I don’t bother listening. “What do you want, Henderson? It’s early and I haven’t had any coffee so get to the point of this little visit and then get off my fucking porch.”

  He tugs at his blond hair, making it stick out in all directions. “I just wanted to check on her. Make sure she was okay. She didn’t come back to the cabin last—”

  I cut him off. “If you were that concerned, you would have been looking for her last night. Not this morning after your piece of ass slinked out of your bed.”

  Guilt flashes across his face confirming what I’d suspected. Henderson got his dick wet and didn’t once think about Allie until after he’d gotten what he wanted. “Good thing for you, I took real good care of her. Fucked her all night long.” I push off the porch and step toward him, using my height to tower over him. “And fuck, Henderson. You don’t know what you’re missing. She’s so tight and when she begs for it”—I grab my crotch in a suggestive manner—“music to my fucking ears.”

  I have no fucking idea why I’m saying any of this. Why I want—no need—Henderson and every other asshole at our school to know that Allie Ramirez is off limits until I deem otherwise.

  We agreed to fun. No strings. No commitments. I’m not the relationship type, so hearing that from her last night should have made me happy. Instead, it made my blood run hot. It filled my ears with a roar and I took my anger out on her hot little body. I was the one in charge. I decided whatever this was or wasn’t between us.

  I should wake her up and send her on her way as soon as this fucker leaves. It’s what I would do with any other girl. But that idea has me gritting my teeth.

  If I do that, Henderson will just make another play at her. I’ll keep her this weekend to stick it to the asshole. Remind him that I can take any girl I want when I want. Yeah, sounds like a great fucking idea.

  I step back inside and slam the door in Henderson’s face, not giving him a chance to respond. I can’t stand guys like him. He’s such a fucking tool.

  Back inside, Dom waves toward the fresh pot of coffee.
I wave him off. “Later,” I say. Because right now there is a naked woman in my bed and I have plans to do wicked, wicked things to her body.

  Allie

  I wake to unfamiliar surroundings. Bright light filters in through the window. I close my eyes against the early morning rays as the scent of chorizo and eggs assails my senses. Mmmm. Stretching my arms above my head, my face still pressed against the mattress, I work out some of the lingering aches in my body.

  Who’s cooking? Mom? I wonder with a frown, face still buried in my pillow.

  That can’t be right. What day is it today ... Saturday? She’d be working at …

  Then I remember she wouldn’t be working anywhere because she’s gone.

  I’m immediately hit with a crushing wave of sadness. I choke on a gasp but before my grief can consume me, I feel fingers skim lightly down my back. A roughened jaw scrapes against my skin. Memories of last night and who I shared them with come rushing to the forefront of my mind. And when Roman rolls me over to my back, splaying my legs wide and teasing my body with skilled fingers, I arch toward him, immersing myself in the sensations of his touch as I push away the ache in my chest.

  He worships my body and I drown in him. His taste. His touch. Breathing in the scent of sun, coriander, and musk that is uniquely him, it's as if I’ll die without him in my lungs.

  When emotions threaten to bubble up inside of me, I urge him to go faster. Harder. And he’s all too happy to comply. Fucking me to the edge of orgasm again and again without letting me dive off that particular cliff as I cling to him, almost afraid for when I fall.

  Each time I get close to the edge, he shuts it down until I’m a writhing ball of desire, unable to think beyond the need coursing inside of me.

  He’s just as rough with me this morning as he’d been the night before only this time, he doesn’t mask his hunger. His bone-deep desire to consume me. It should scare me. But it doesn’t. I need this just as much as he does.

  My orgasm is right there, so close yet so far away, when Roman slows down his thrusts.

  I cry out in frustration, desperate for my release.

  “You wanna come, vanilla?”

  I nod, unable to form coherent words and I clench around him, chasing what I know waits just around the corner.

  “Beg. Beg for it and maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you come.” His words are harsh, his tone mocking.

  I bare my teeth at him, hating that he has this power over me. I shake my head, refusing to voice the words he’s asking for. I need to come but not like this. Not at his mercy.

  His eyes narrow, a tick forming in his jaw as he slows his thrusts once again.

  “Beg, baby girl.” He nuzzles my neck, nips my jaw. “Or I’ll leave you wanting.”

  “No.”

  Something deep inside makes me rebel against his command. To show him he isn’t the only one in control here. I know he wants me. This. Whatever it is. Just as much as I do. I can feel his need. He’s shaking with it.

  With a snarl he slams his mouth to mine, our lips meeting in a furious kiss of tongue and teeth before he bites my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  I open my mouth to smart off but before I can speak a single word, he flips our position until I’m on top of him, forcing me to ride his cock. For a split second, I’m relieved. I can set the pace I want, and I do. I grind my hips against his pelvis and he thrusts up into me, driving himself deeper until, in three harsh strokes, he’s shuddering beneath me. I curse, knowing he came and not being able to do a damn thing to stop it. I grind up and down on his now softening dick and he folds his arms up behind his head to watch the show. But nothing is going to happen because his dick is getting soft and dammit, I still haven’t come. Fury thrums through me. I tighten my jaw and dig my fingernails into his chest as I push myself off of him.

  He almost manages to hide his flinch. “Should have begged for it,” he says.

  “You’re an ass.”

  “Never pretended not to be,” he calls to my back as I gather my clothes to get dressed. Un-fucking-believable.

  “Oh, and by the way, Henderson came looking for you this morning.” I pause but before I can ask what he said, he continues, “Don’t worry though. I told him I took real good care of you.”

  Emilio offers me a breakfast burrito as I head out the door but I decline. Not the least bit hungry. I haven’t been eating much since Mom died, and after what just happened with Roman, I have absolutely zero appetite. I’m fuming over the fact he took his pleasure and then denied me mine. Who the hell does he think he is? Stupid devil.

  I go searching for Aaron uncertain of what sort of reception I’ll get. I can’t believe Roman said that.

  Asshole.

  I march across the clearing in search of Aaron, pissed at myself for allowing Roman to get under my skin and determined to smooth things over with Aaron in person. I can’t afford to screw up one of the few friendships I have in this town.

  I find him easy enough. He’s sitting on the back of someone’s tailgate, drinking a beer, and joking with a group of guys similarly dressed. They all look like they just walked out of a Zumiez so I figure they’re boarders like Aaron.

  When he spots me walking toward him, he sets down his beer and leans back against the bed of the truck. I can’t see his eyes masked behind a pair of blue mirrored Ray Bans but I can tell by the downward curve of his lip that I’m not going to get a warm reception.

  “Hey,” I say and offer a small wave. Really Allie? A wave? Because that wasn’t awkward.

  “Hey.”

  I stand there, shifting from one foot to the other. He doesn’t say anything else and the other three guys with him are now staring at me like I’ve grown three heads while wearing a tutu.

  “Can we talk?” I ask.

  He shrugs. “Sure. Talk.”

  Okay then. I guess I should have expected that. I lick my lips wishing I could see his eyes, gauge just how mad he is with me right now.

  “Aaron,” I drag out his name.

  He huffs out an exasperated sigh. “Whatever. Fine.” Jumping down from the tailgate he walks toward his cabin and stops just in front of the porch to lean against the railing. “What can I do for you?” He waves his beer with an over exaggerated flourish.

  “You don’t have to be a jerk,” I mutter, folding my arms across my chest.

  He’s silent for a beat and I realize he’s not going to say anything. Awesome. Now it’s my turn to sigh. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for bailing on you last night. I saw that girl on your lap by the fire and figured you’d want the room to yourself.” I shrug and do my best to adopt an apologetic look. “I wasn’t trying to ghost you.”

  Silence.

  “If you don’t want me here anymore, I’ll grab my things and get a ride back to town.”

  Nothing.

  Wonderful.

  “Whatever.” I turn to head inside his cabin to grab my stuff, praying I can catch an Uber out here in the middle of boom-freaking-nowhere when his hand on my elbow stops me.

  I pause, but don’t turn back to him.

  Gravel crunches beneath his feet as he steps closer, moving around me until we’re facing one another. He rubs the back of his neck in an almost nervous gesture, but I must be reading that wrong.

  “I’m sorry. I was a dick.” The corner of his mouth curls up in an apologetic smile.

  Really? “I’m sorry too. I really wasn’t trying to be a B and ghost you.” It’s true. Granted, I also wasn’t trying to steer clear so I wasn’t a cock-block either. But he doesn’t need to know that. He also doesn’t need to know I was swept away by good looks and hot tattoos. Wouldn’t be the first time I’d made poor decisions while intoxicated. First Ryker. Now Roman. Urgh. And if I'm being honest with myself, it probably wasn’t my last. And if I was really, really honest, booze had nothing to do with it. “Are we cool?” I ask, shoving away my inner monologue. I could berate myself and my poor decision-
making skills later. “Because I like hanging out with you. I don’t have many friends here and it’d be nice not to lose that with you.”

  He exhales sharply. “Yeah. I know I’m overreacting, it’s just,” he pauses. “I have bad history with the Devils, ya know?”

  I quirk a brow in question because no, I don’t know. I have no idea what issues lie between them. Only that it appears to be mutual.

  “They’re all assholes. Especially Roman. I don’t want to see you get hurt. Those three can be cruel to girls after they get what they want from them.” He gives me a knowing look.

  I can’t stop the heat I know is spreading across my cheeks, so I look away. Is that what’s going to happen? Is Roman going to move on now that he’s had his fun? If he does, it’s not like I should be surprised.

  But I’m not looking for a relationship. I have too much baggage for something like that right now. I wanted fun, and last night I got that. Sure, this morning sucked and Roman is a complete asshole, but it’s not the end of the world either.

  Aaron reaches out and tucks a strand of hair that escaped my braid behind my ear.

  I still can’t see his eyes and have no idea what he’s thinking, so I go with my gut. “You don’t have to worry. We came here to have fun, right? You got laid. I got laid. Neither of us needs to make a big deal of it. Is what's-her-name you hooked up with the love of your life?”

  He snorts.

  “That’s what I thought. Let’s not make mountains out of molehills. How about we hang today? Just you and me and whatever friends you have here that you actually like? No Devils allowed.”

  His smile widens, giving me a glimpse of dimples I hadn’t noticed before. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah.”

  Roman

  She doesn’t look at me the rest of the weekend. I should have expected this. Calculated the risk. I know she’s not some meek little wallflower, no matter that she sometimes pretends to be. She’s punishing me for leaving her hanging and it’s fucking working. What was supposed to be a punishment for her, a reminder of who the fuck was in charge here, ended up backfiring on me and now I’m watching her like some lovesick dog without his bone.