The Revenge You Seek: A Dark College Bully Romance (Maddison Kings University Book 1)

by Tracy Lorraine

  "This dress is sinful, Princess. What do you say, dance or get fucked in public?"

  Deciding to go with the lesser of the two evils, I roll my hips. His hand lifts but thankfully not under my dress, but instead, he wraps his fingers around my hip, his grip so hard that I've no doubt that he'll leave bruises. I wince, knowing just how boney I must feel since the last time he touched me, but I shove that concern down. I shouldn't give a shit what he thinks of me.

  "That's it, Princess. Grind your ass against me just like you were against Dunn's cock."

  I gasp. "I wasn't—"

  "Don't try to play innocent. The entire room watched you with them. Did you want them to touch you? To fuck you?"

  "No," I argue.

  "So are you wet for them, or for me?"

  "I'm not."

  "Keep lying, Princess, and I'll just have to prove you wrong."

  "Fuck you."

  "You know what, that's not a bad idea."

  He pushes me away from the mass of gyrating bodies and I have no choice but to stumble forward.

  "What are you doing?" I squeal as we get closer to the stairs.

  "I think it's probably better we do this in private, don't you?"

  "I'm not going anywhere with you," I state.

  "Oh no?"

  Before I know what's happening the world spins around me and the next thing I know, I'm staring at Kane's ass as he marches me up the stairs.

  "Ow," I scream when his palm lands on my bare ass cheek with a burning slap.

  "That's for refusing my demands. You want more, you know how to act."

  "Fuck yo—ow," I scream again as he hits the exact same spot.

  "I know you're soaked for me, Princess. I can smell you."

  My cheeks burn with mortification and I can only hope that he's lying.

  We go up two flights of stairs while I slam my closed fists down on his ass, trying not to appreciate how solid it is while I continue to flail around, earning me more slaps than I can count after drinking just this much.

  I knew coming tonight was a bad idea.

  Why do I always believe people when they say he's not going to be there.

  He's always fucking there.

  12

  Letty

  I don’t get a chance to register what room we’ve just barged into but seeing as no one screams at us to get out, I assume that it’s empty.

  My feet have barely touched the ground before my back slams against the door behind me.

  All the air rushes from my lungs as his hand wraps around my throat.

  When I finally lift my eyes to look at him, his dark gaze burns through me with the level of hate I expect from him and his teeth are bared as he snarls at me. His hood is pulled down low on his face, explaining how he got into the party that he was apparently banned from.

  If Luca knew he was here…

  My stomach erupts with a mix of nerves, fear, and goddammit, excitement.

  "You don't want to do this," I say, ensuring that my voice doesn't waver one bit.

  After everything I've been through, I shouldn't be scared of him. He should pale in comparison to the hell I've lived through, but as I stare into his eyes, meeting his hate like for like, I can already feel myself crumbling.

  He's only got one hand around my neck, yet that one touch scorches my skin in a way that neither Luca nor Leon's did downstairs.

  Their touch felt nice, safe, but Kane's is downright dangerous and I can't stop my body from burning up, desperate for more.

  It's wrong. Oh so fucking wrong.

  He was the trigger that sent me spiraling last time, not that he has any idea of the fall out of that night, but he's also the only one who makes me feel this alive.

  My chest heaves as he continues to hold me captive in his gaze, his warm whiskey scented breath fanning over my face.

  "Do you know what, Princess?" he asks, sending my mind spinning until I remember that I issued him a warning not so long ago.

  He leans closer, his nose and lips only a breath from mine and I'm flooded with the memory of what it was like to taste him.

  My mouth waters, my breaths come out embarrassingly fast as I stand as still as a statue waiting for his next move, or his next vicious words.

  "I really fucking want to."

  I gulp loudly, my muscles tensing beneath his hand, and a smile tugs at his lips.

  "Scared, Princess?"

  "Of you? Never."

  A growl rumbles up this throat as his fingers squeeze mine, momentarily cutting off my air supply.

  "Do you know how easy it is to strangle someone?"

  I shake my head, although my movement is so minimal it's almost impossible to see.

  He leans in, his lips in my hair until they brush my ear.

  "Really fucking easy," he breathes, sending a shiver racing through my entire body. "I could break you, Princess, with one quick move. You'd be gone and I could watch those fucking Dunn's cry over your grave while getting the fuck on with my life."

  "Go on then," I taunt. "End it. Right here, right now. Put me out of my misery."

  I don't mean it, and my heart slams against my chest as I force the words out. If I wanted to make it all go away then I'd have done it a year ago and not because this asshole thinks he can threaten me into wishing I were dead.

  "And put an end to this little game? Lose my toy? I think I need to have some fun with her first."

  Heat floods my core and I hate myself that little bit more that his barbed words and threats make me react this way.

  I should have been burning from the inside out downstairs with the twins surrounding me while knowing what they're apparently capable of.

  But I wasn't. Not like this.

  His other hand lands on my waist, gripping hard and making me gasp before he slides it up toward my breast.

  He cups me roughly and a whimper bubbles up my throat.

  "Dirty. Little. Whore." His lips brush mine as he says the words but he doesn't kiss me.

  "No," I cry, knowing just how far from the truth that statement is.

  "You'd have let them do whatever they wanted, wouldn't you? I bet it's not the first time either."

  My cheeks burn and he must read something in my eyes because a menacing smile appears on his face.

  "Yeah, I thought so. But they're about to learn one very important thing."

  "Oh yeah? Because to be honest, I don't think they give two shits what you have to say. They hate you because they love me."

  His eyes widen and his nostrils flare. I have to fight to keep an accomplished smirk off my face. It seems I may have hit a sore spot there.

  "You jealous, Kane?"

  "Fuck you, Scarlett. I'm not jealous of those weak motherfuckers."

  "Maybe not, but they've got me. And that is something you seem to want."

  His chest swells as he sucks in a breath.

  "They haven't got you, Princess. I think we all know who really owns you."

  Fabric ripping hits my ears a second before coolness surrounds my breasts.

  "You… you fucking ruined my—" A sharp gasp cuts off my words as he pinches my nipple between his thumb and forefinger and twists, hard. "Fuck."

  His eyes hold mine as he leans in, pressing the entire length of his hard body against mine. I've never felt so tiny and helpless as I do in this moment and hell if it doesn't make me wetter.

  "You like it, don't you?"

  "I fucking hate you."

  "Doesn't stop you from wanting to beg for me though, does it, Princess?"

  "I'll never beg for anything from you."

  "Want to fucking bet."

  Before I know what's happening, his fingers are between my thighs, pushing my panties aside and spearing inside me.

  "Oh, Princess. Just look how you've been lying to me."

  Oh my God.

  I close my eyes as the squelch of his fingers inside me fills the room.

  I shouldn't like this. I should be shouting, screami
ng, getting anyone who might hear to come and rescue me.

  But one touch and I'm fucking useless where Kane is concerned.

  "Fuck, you're running down my hand already."

  A moan rips from my throat as he pushes higher inside me. It's such an alien feeling after so long, but fuck. I need more.

  "Look at me, Princess. You need to know who's doing this to you. We can't have two pussy fucking twins in your head while you come all over my hand."

  My eyes fly open at his demand. I want to tell him that my thoughts are far from the guys I was dancing with right now, but I don't want to give him the satisfaction.

  "Who owns you, Princess?"

  I bite down on the inside of my lips in defiance.

  "You're going to fucking regret that."

  He rips his fingers from me, forcing me to cry out with loss. I was so close. So fucking close.

  My core aches for him as he releases my neck.

  For half a second, I consider running. But not only would it be pointless in these heels, even if he did let me go, he'd find me after and this whole thing will be ten times worse.

  A thrill races through me.

  Maybe I shou— "Argh," I cry in surprise when he places both of his hands on my shoulders and pushes until I've no choice but to drop to my knees.

  He stares down at me with my ripped dress around my waist, exposing my bare breasts and my hands resting on my thighs with impatience filling his eyes.

  "You fucking owe me, Princess. So what are you waiting for?"

  I drop my eyes from his, run-down fitted black hoodie and then to the huge bulge in his dark jeans.

  "I thought I repulsed you," I breathe, my mouth watering as I imagine what he might look like up close.

  I barely got a chance to see anything last time.

  "Even the evilest woman can suck cock, Princess. Now, time to show me if you're actually worth anything."

  He lifts his hoodie to reveal his waistband and just waits.

  But much to his irritation, I don't jump at his orders.

  "I don't have all fucking night," he growls, his grip on reality slipping.

  "Oh really. Shame because I do."

  Lifting my hand, I trace my fingertip over the imprint of his cock.

  "You—fuck."

  Ripping open his pants, he lets the fabric drop to his thighs and pulls his cock out.

  Holy fucking shit. He's pierced. No wonder he felt so good that night.

  A fresh wave of heat floods my core as I stare at him wondering why the devil himself has to have such a perfect fucking cock.

  "Open wide, Princess."

  Before I've blinked, the crown is pressing against my closed lips.

  I fight him because I can't not despite the fact I'm damn near desperate to taste him, to make him lose control.

  He wants to be the one with the power, following me around, threatening me, scaring me. Yet right now, he's like putty in my fucking hands.

  He growls in warning before I release my lips slightly allowing him to push inside my mouth.

  He thrusts forward, hitting the back of my throat not a second later making me gag in shock.

  "Don't disappoint me, Princess. Here I was thinking you were a dirty fucking slut. Or is it a different cock you want down your throat right now?"

  I wouldn't reply, even if I could.

  He pushes into me once again but I'm ready for him this time and I relax my muscles allowing him to go deeper without gagging.

  "Fuck," he barks, resting one palm against the wall at my back as he watches me.

  His length jerks in my mouth and I smirk, well as much as I can, wondering if he's that worked up by this that he's not going to last.

  I suck him harder, deeper, give him everything I've got. If he's going to insist I'm nothing more than a dirty whore then I may as well live up to it.

  My lungs burn as I continue, tears stream from my eyes from my lack of air and saliva drips from my chin but I don't give a fuck because every time he groans, each time his fingers tighten in my hair causing a sting of pain to shoot down my spine, I remember just how he’s losing control because of me right now and a surge of power races through me.

  He thinks he's so mighty with this scary little gang and his wicked threats but right now he's fucking nothing. I might be the one on my knees for him but I'm the one fucking owning him.

  He says nothing other than his grunts of pleasure but I know the moment he reaches the point of no return because his length swells, his grip on my hair becomes impossibly tight and his eyes that are still boring down into me flicker with something I've never seen before.

  Pride?

  I push the thought aside because I'm not sure anything at the moment before he orgasms can ever be taken seriously. It's in those few seconds that people always do or say something that they later regret when the high has left their body.

  His lips part as a roar rips past them as his cock jerks violently in my mouth spurting salty jets of cum down my throat.

  I swallow it all, lifting my hand to wipe at my chin quickly before I’m hauled from the floor and thrown on the bed.

  He flips me onto my back, presses his palms to my inner thighs, hooks my panties aside and dives for my pussy.

  "Holy shit," I shout, bucking from the bed as he sucks on me.

  My fingers find his hair as he continues his assault.

  I've no idea if it's pleasure or torture as he keeps up his almost unbearable suction along with the teasing caress of his tongue.

  "Kane," I scream as he slides two fingers deep inside.

  "Fuck, you like sucking my cock, don't you, Princess. You're wet as fuck."

  "Kane," I repeat as he finds my G-spot like a fucking pro and rubs at it while pinching my clit.

  "I always knew you'd be so fucking sweet to ruin, Princess."

  "Fuck you. You won't break me."

  "Says the one with tears still on her cheeks." He reaches up and sweeps the wetness away that I didn't realize was still there before sucking his thumb into his mouth, tasting my tears.

  It's weirdly erotic and intimate despite the fact he just had his head between my thighs.

  "You taste like sin, trouble, and betrayal."

  "And you taste like a special brand of cunt but did you hear me fucking complaining," I pant, the crest of my orgasm just within touching distance.

  I'm moving once again, Kane's arm sweeps over all the items littering the desk before my bare chest is pressed against the cold wood.

  I push to stand but his large palm presses down between my shoulder blades keeping me in place as he kicks my legs wider.

  "What are you—" Stupid question, I know but the urge to say something gets the better of me. “Condom,” I blurt in a panic but if he hears me, he totally ignores me.

  "Shut the fuck up," he barks, thrusting inside me without warning.

  "Oh my God," I scream as he begins pounding into me with abandon.

  I can barely catch my breath as the desk crashes against the wall, my breast scratching against the rough surface but the bit of pain only adds to the pleasure surging through me.

  He hits me deep, so fucking deep that I see stars. It's just like last time, only… it's more somehow.

  His fingers dig harshly into my hips, bruises already beginning to form I swear.

  "Don't you dare fucking come, Princess. I’ll tell you when you can let go and not a fucking second sooner," he barks.

  "Kane," I cry, my muscles ripple as he pulls out before quickly thrusting back inside. The tip of his cock, his piercing, hitting my cervix as he takes me.

  Fuck, we shouldn’t be doing this.

  "Oh God, oh God," I whimper, balancing on the ledge and more than ready to crash.

  Kane's hips thrust forward once more before he stills, his cock swelling once more before he rapidly pulls out and roars out a second release as hot jets of cum land on my bare ass.

  His palm connects with my ass cheek again in the exact same p
lace he hit before and the pain mixes with the pleasure of him thrusting his fingers inside me once more and I fall into mind-numbing bliss.

  I'm unaware that I've even moved until long seconds later when I come back to myself and realize that I'm on the bed once more.

  "Kane?" I ask, keeping my eyes closed, although I don't know why I bother, I already know he's not here. My skin isn't pricked with awareness and my heart isn't racing like it does whenever he's near me.

  I give myself two more seconds before I rip my eyes open and take in the room around me.

  "Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck." My eyes flick around the room before landing on the one item that confirms all my worst fears.

  Luca's framed Rosewood High jersey is hanging on the wall opposite me.

  I drop my head into my hands as a sob erupts.

  If I knew this was where he brought me to… I wouldn't have…

  Who the fuck am I kidding? There was no way I had any chance of stopping that car crash.

  "Fuuuuuck," I scream into my hands of images of what went down between us only minutes ago hits me over and fucking over.

  All I can smell is him, all I can feel is his brutal touch but I'm in Luca's room.

  Fucking asshole.

  Pulling at my ruined dress, I try to figure out how to salvage the situation so that I can make my escape but I've got no chance.

  Climbing from the bed, I find one of Luca's discarded shirts and pull it over my head, shimmying my dress over my hips and dropping it to the floor.

  I make my way through to his bathroom and clean up, wishing that I could wash the memories from my head at the same time.

  The booming music from two floors below filters up, telling me that the party is still in full flow despite the fact I left and made yet another fucking colossal mistake.

  I stare at myself in the mirror above the basin. I've got dark makeup running down my cheeks, my lipstick smeared over my face. Lifting my fingertips to my lips, I realize that he never kissed me. Not once.

  Asshole.

  But I don't know why I'm surprised. There was nothing sweet or sentimental about that.

  It was an exorcism.

  One that I know for a fact isn't over yet. That wasn't the end of this thing between us. It was barely the beginning.