I'm far enough ahead of Raz that I don't expect him to catch up to me. Instead, I've just decided I'm going to drive his car into the creek near the house, swollen with the morning rains and deep enough to fuck the interior of the Cobra up enough to really get Raz going.
I don't bother to pause and psychoanalyze why I want him so riled up.
Why I care about him at all.
It takes a lot of energy to hate someone as much as I hate Raz Loveren.
But I just barely have time to open the driver’s door before he's grabbing me from behind and lifting me off my feet. Hauling my arm back, I chuck the keys as hard as I can, sending them flying through the air. They hit the water with a splash, sinking to the bottom and moving away with the current.
“You goddamn bitch!” Raz snarls, throwing me over the side of the car and pinning me there with his muscular body. “You just totally fucked our Devils' Day plans over. Nobody's going to drive all the way out here to pick us up now.”
“Maybe this is how I wanted to spend my Devils' Day, you narcissistic meathead?” I try to struggle, but Raz is strong, stronger than I care to admit. For the briefest of moments, fear spikes through me. We're in a remote area during the off-season. Maybe one of the neighbors will come up the drive. Maybe somebody will head down toward the lake.
But not likely.
I fling my body back as hard as I can, letting my head crash into Raz's face. His grip only tightens, and I end up flailing like a wild animal, scratching at his arms, kicking at his shins. He releases me but only briefly, giving me a moment to spin around before he shoves me into the front seat of the convertible.
Red streams from his nostrils and a split in his lip as he swipes a hand over his face and flicks the blood away, spattering the side of the car with crimson droplets. Teeth gritted, body quivering with rage, Raz comes toward me as I sit up, putting his hands on either side of the open door and leaning down until our faces are inches apart.
“If you weren't a woman, I'd beat the fuck out of you right now.”
“Don't let my gender stop you from being the total prick that I know you are deep down,” I snap right back, leaning in so close that I can feel his hot breath on my lips. “Do it, Raz. Punch me. See how it makes you feel. You've done all sorts of other things to me: locked me in cellars, caves, lockers. Poured acid from the chemistry lab on my lunch. Painted a red 'A' on the back of my gym uniform. Go ahead. Hit me.”
His jaw clenches so tight I actually feel sorry for his teeth. One of these days, he's going to crack one of those pearly whites his Daddy paid so much for. When he makes no move to touch me, I lift my own hands up to shove him back, but he grabs me by the wrists.
My tongue flicks out, teasing blood from his lower lip.
Knowing that tomorrow doesn't exist is making me reckless.
And … I can't help but love the adrenaline pumping through my veins.
Raz's red eyes narrow and he shoves me back, climbing on top of me and kissing me with hot, bloodied lips. My black-and-red painted fingernails slide down the front of his shirt, tearing it open and sending buttons flying.
His tongue invades my mouth, as angry and aggressive as the erection I can feel straining against his slacks. He's so uninhibited compared to Calix—the only person I've ever slept with—and the contrast is startling. Whereas Calix feels like he's always on the verge of breaking, Raz is already snapped and unfettered, a wild devil raging in the light instead of sneaking in the shadows.
I dig the fingers of my left hand into his hair, careful to keep from knocking his mask off. I want him to wear it. It bumps against my own mask, but that's okay. We're not meant to be Raz and Karma in this moment. Instead, we're as savage and feral as any faerie creature hiding in the woods.
He pulls back from me abruptly, his shirt hanging open to reveal a smooth, muscular chest that belongs to a man and not a boy. This Raz Loveren is a bit different than the freshman kid that I first met. He's an undomesticated brute. Blood drips from his face to stain his shirt as I sit up, gasping, my skirt pushed up enough that he can see the black lace panties underneath. He gives them a good stare before moving across the gravel drive toward the creek.
I'm not letting him get away from me. Not today. Not in this one of a million Devils' Days.
I head after Raz, shoving him from behind as he leans down to look into the cool waters of the creek. He plunges in with a splash, but he's quick, much quicker than me. Raz emerges from the water and spins, grabbing me by the ankle and yanking me forward and into the creek beside him.
The water is so cold that my teeth are chattering before I even come up for air. Raz doesn't let me get that far, shoving my head back down. I end up sucking in water and panicking, but he doesn't hold me under, and I come up a second later, gasping and sputtering.
“Are you crazy?!” I shout as he climbs out, shivering and spitting blood and ice water on the grass. Raz pushes up to his feet and turns a look of pure fury on me. He can't hide the bulge in his wet slacks or the pebbled points of his nipples as he strips off his shirt and chucks it into a wet heap on the brown grass.
“Me?! You're a crazy bitch, Trailer Park!” Raz swipes his hand over his face again, laughing and shaking from the cold at the same time. “Jesus, what the hell is wrong with you?”
I crawl out of the creek, fed from snow runoff from the mountains, with my teeth chattering so hard I'm seeing stars. My blazer's come unbuttoned, showing the wet white shirt underneath, and my now very visible red bra.
Raz's eyes find it right away, heat flaring in his gaze before he turns and takes off toward the car again. He pulls his phone off the passenger seat and makes a call as I kick off my wet shoes and socks, losing my sopping wet blazer as I walk.
“Hey. I'm sorta stuck in Eureka Springs,” Raz says, doing an admirable job of keeping his voice steady as he talks to someone—probably Sonja or Barron. “If you don't get over here now, I might just kill Karma.”
I pick up a decorative rock from the garden bed, turn, and look Raz right in the face before I use it to smash one of the car's headlights.
The look in his eyes … I should probably be afraid, but I'm not.
He drops the phone on the seat and comes for me, vaulting over the hood in an effort to keep me from smashing the second headlight. Too late. Raz's fingers close over mine as I draw the rock back from the second smashed bit of plastic, tearing it from my hand and chucking it as hard as he can into the pond. The spring peepers—tiny, loud, absurdly annoying frogs—scatter in the wake of the splash as Raz yanks me forward, putting our wet bodies together before he shoves me back and onto the hood of the car.
His hands reach down for his slacks, unbuttoning them and freeing the hard length of his cock as I lean up on my elbows.
Our eyes stay locked as Raz steps forward, grabbing me by the ankles and yanking me down the hood so I can hook my legs around his waist. I sit up, shaking and shivering as I slide my palms around to the back of his neck.
“You didn't post the video, did you?” I ask, and he narrows his eyes at me.
“What fucking video?” he snaps, but I cut him off, leaning forward and crushing my mouth to his. Raz doesn't leave me in control for long, cupping the back of my head, fingers digging painfully into my wet hair. Based on the look on his face, he doesn't know what video I'm talking about. It wasn't him. If it were, he'd probably gloat about it.
Raz puts his hands up my skirt, tearing off my wet panties and then lining the head of his dick up with my warm folds. I don't bother mentioning that he doesn't need to use a condom. He'd have to be specifically told to put one on or he won't bother. Calix and Raz in stark contrast: the former thinks too much about consequences while the latter cares for them not at all.
“Screw me like you hate me,” I whisper, and then we're coming together in a frenzy. Raz grabs my ass with his left hand, guiding his cock into me with a violent thrusting of his hips, filling me up and making me gasp. We're both soaking wet, ice-cold,
and shivering, but it doesn't matter. With our bodies, we create heat, undulating movements of our hips that bring our pelvises together again and again.
It's impossible to miss the slick, wet sound of Raz's cock pummeling my body.
He grinds my ass into the hood of his fancy new car, my plaid skirt wet and bunched up, my panties shredded, a button gaping on my shirt. With a growl, Raz reaches down and tears my top open, revealing two small mounds wrapped in lace. His thumb brushes one pebbled nipple through the fabric as I throw my head back in a moan, lifting my hips to meet his frenzied thrusts.
“Say it,” Raz manages to get out, blood still blooming on his pretty lower lip, his teeth chattering. “Fucking say it, Karma.”
“I hate you,” I whisper back, my own teeth clacking together. Raz leans in and kisses me, warming up all those cold places on the outside. On the inside, I'm still nothing but frost. But I won’t let myself go there just yet.
Our masks slide around as we kiss, glitter brushing off mine and onto his. We make quality masks out here in Devil Springs, Arkansas. They don't come off unless we take them off, and neither Raz nor I is ready to take off our masks just yet.
Moving my own hips in rhythm with his, I grind my clit against Raz's pelvis, feeling these warm, fluttering sensations that make my stomach muscles clench at the same time my cunt locks around Raz. He slows his own motions, groaning and digging his fingers into my hips as we nip and kiss at each other's mouths, tasting the hot copper burn of blood on our tongues.
My orgasm sweeps over me, and I let my head fall back, the red-lace covered mounds of my breasts lifted up toward the sky, my back arched. Stars sweep across my vision as the sensation takes over me, and I collapse at nearly the same time as Raz does, groaning and leaning over me, his blond hair wet and dripping.
“Fuck, I forgot to pull out,” he murmurs, too tired for a brief moment to sound much like an asshole. There's a hint in his words of a different Raz, a hidden softness underneath all of those sharp edges. “Shit.” He stays where he is for several minutes, my own heart beating wildly as we both probably sink into hypothermia. It is fucking cold out here.
Gently enough, I push Raz in the shoulder and he steps back, breathing hard as he puts his cock back in his pants.
“Are you on the pill?”
“Do you have a vasectomy? Don't make assumptions, and get fucked, Raz.” I stand up, pushing my skirt back into place as he grabs me by the upper arm.
“Don't play with me, Trailer Park.” I tear myself from his grip and head for the steps leading up the small hill into the house. I'm very careful to step over the broken plastic from the headlights as I go, calculating all the while how long it'll take Raz to follow me inside. Three, two … I hear footsteps padding behind me as he makes his way into the warm, cozy interior of my aunt's house. “Where's the shower? I'm fucking freezing.”
Still, I say nothing, leading him into the downstairs bathroom with its two-level countertop, one portion set lower with a big mirror for makeup, a wooden stool parked underneath. Inside the glass door of the shower, there's a faux black marble surround with a cutout in the center, showcasing the limestone that makes up the foundation of the house. It's threaded through with the glittery white shapes of naturally formed crystals that were hauled in with the stone. It's worthless crystal, but beautiful, nonetheless.
I turn the water to a mild temperature, so we don't burn our skin, and glance over my shoulder.
There's only one shower in the house. Technically, there's a tub in the bathroom upstairs, but that's not what this is about.
I step back into the water, still watching Raz as he struggles with his own inner bullshit, torn between wanting to fuck me, and wanting to kick the shit out of me. He must come to terms with the former—that, and the fact that he's freezing his ass off—and steps forward, dropping his slacks and underwear to the floor before climbing in with me. He'd be naked, if he weren't wearing that mask still.
“This is goddamn weird,” he says as I stand under the warm spray in my skirt and shirt, my bra and even the shredded remains of my cum-soaked panties. As we adjust to the temperature, I crank it up so that it burns a little, shedding my skirt and undies, my shirt, my bra. But the mask, that stays.
We're so close that when I breathe, my nipples brush up against the front of Raz's chest, his red eyes straying to the point of contact.
“Whose house is this anyway? I'm not about getting busted for breaking and entering.”
“Shut up, Raz.”
He scowls at me as I place my palms on his chest, my heart racing wildly. What is this? What the hell is happening between us? How can he go from hating me to holding me like I mean everything?
“This is my aunt's house.” The words come out in a whisper, barely audible over the spray of the water, but I can't help it. I'm confused. I'm aching. And there's a fire in my core that I need stoked.
I thought I was in love with Calix Knight, but maybe that isn't true at all?
Because something very strange is happening here.
“She doesn't live here; she rents it. There aren't any guests staying today.”
“Why the fuck did you bring me out here?” he asks, reaching up his left hand to cup the side of my face. His thumb brushes down the crease in the center of my lower lip, and I bite down on it. A small sound escapes Raz's throat as I flick my eyes up to his. He's scowling at me again, but his cock is thickening as the pace of his breathing intensifies. “To screw me like you did Calix? Is this your version of a Devils' Day trick?”
“It's not a trick,” I say, tracing my own fingers down to his nipples. He sucks in a sharp inhale and mutters a curse when I begin to tease them, hot water sluicing over my gently parted lips. “And neither was last year. What happened with Calix wasn't a trick. Not for him and not for me.”
Raz snorts, but his hands manage to find their way to my hips. It's almost possessive, the way he holds me, but for him to hold me like that … he'd have to really want me. And not just in the way a boy wants a girl, but something different, better, more intense. I'm not saying he loves me, but there's hate there, and that's a powerful emotion in and of itself. It takes effort and energy to hate someone when, if you truly didn't care for them, it'd be so much easier to just forget.
Raz has never forgotten me. He barely forgets me for one single moment during the school day. His eyes never stray far. His words are often meant for me. I even dictate the shape of his mouth—whether it’s a sneer, a scowl, or a smirk.
“Maybe it wasn't a trick on your part, but don't tell me you're stupid enough to believe Calix fucking Knight?” Raz leans in and looks me straight in the face, sneering viciously. “After all this time, you're still holding onto hope that the bullshit he fed you was real?”
I don't like the direction this conversation is going, or how angry Raz is getting, not when it felt like we might tip in a different direction.
My hands cup either side of his face as I lean in and kiss him, closing my eyes against the spray of the water and the gentle kiss of the steam against my naked flesh. My nails dig into Raz's cheeks, making him hiss. When he doesn't stop me, I do it a little harder, this time, making him bleed.
“Shit.” He reaches up to take my wrists, pulling my hands away from his face as the continuous spray of the water cleans the blood away. “You like to hurt me, don't you?”
“You like to hurt me, too, right?” I retort, but Raz doesn't reply, and there's something in his gaze that says that isn't entirely true.
Our mouths slide together as his right hand skims over the curve of my hip, slipping between my legs and inserting two fingers into the aching heat between my thighs. A small quiet sound escapes me, making my cheeks flush as Raz hooks his fingers inside of me, working my body up into a frenzy as he stares down at me with red eyes that hide nothing. Calix is a locked box with a missing key, impossible to open or understand.
Raz is impossible to miss.
My hands curl around his
biceps as I look up into his face, wondering when I decided that being vulnerable in front of my worst enemy was a good idea. At least he won't remember this tomorrow, I think, a mixed sense of relief and despair flooding me.
Tomorrow, I'll wake up and it'll be today again.
Raz will forget everything that’s happened, and I'll be alone in my memories.
Again.
His thumb flicks across the swollen nub of my clit, making my knees feel week. I lean back against the cutout in the surround, my ass pressed into the glass. Raz leans in, refusing to allow me any space at all as he puts his lips to my neck, tasting the hot water on my skin as he licks me, his lips hovering over my frantic pulse.
My eyes slide closed of their own accord as he plays with my body and tangles the strings of my heart. On the outside, I'm calm, if a little shaky, but on the inside, my emotions are like shattered bits of glass, cutting me even as I try my best to piece them together again.
“I hate you, Raz Loveren,” I moan as I let my head fall back against the wall, Raz's teeth grazing my skin before he bites down, sucking on that tender spot between my neck and shoulder, leaving his mark. He isn't shy about it, or overly cautious. He kisses and bites me in equal measures, and sometimes the latter hurts, but only for a brief second. Once the pain settles in, it's twice as intense as the pleasure of his kisses.
Almost like the dichotomy between love and hate.
“I hate you, too, Karma Sartain,” he growls, removing his fingers from my core and slapping my hand away when I go to reach for his cock. Raz grabs me by the upper arms and turns me toward the wall opposite the shower head, pushing me over so that my palms rest on the built-in bench seat. “Now, bend the hell over and let me fuck the loathing out of you.”
He grabs my hip hard with one hand, using the other to line himself up with my cunt. I bite my lower lip as I anticipate the forceful push of his cock between my folds. Instead, Raz teases my swollen body with his shaft, using the head of his dick to push against my clit. My knees quiver, and I end up putting one on the bench seat, lifting a hand up to press into the wall.
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