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

by Tracy Lorraine

  "Fuck, Princess," he grunts, his hips piston in and out of me. "Fucking sinful."

  "I could say the same."

  Lifting my hands, I cup my own breasts. His eyes widen as he takes in my move.

  "Pinch them until it hurts," he demands, watching my every move.

  And like the good little whore that I am, I immediately follow orders. Heat surging to my core as the pain shoots straight toward my clit.

  The first splash of cool water on my chest makes me still but then another hits and another before the sound of rain hitting the ground around us ruins the silence.

  "Oh God, oh God," I chant when my release begins to build, the sensations in my body mixing with memories of another night of us out in the rain.

  His hot fingers drag my hands away from my body and pinning them above my head against the windshield.

  He drops his head beside mine, his rough jaw rubbing against my cheek as his hot breath coats my ear.

  "Don't come."

  "W-what?"

  "Don't come and I promise to make it worth your while."

  "W-what?" I repeat.

  "Just do as you're fucking told, Princess."

  His thrusts get more violent as his cock begins to swell.

  "No condom," I whisper right before I sense he's going to explode.

  A stream of curses falls from his lips before he stands tall, pulls out and takes himself in hand. Not two seconds later does he growl his release into the silent dark night and jets of hot cum hit my clit.

  Squeezing my eyes closed, I try to force the feelings down and do as he said. Fuck knows why I chose this moment to do as the fuck I'm told. If I had to guess, I'd say it was the promise of more to come.

  Jesus. I'm so fucked up.

  The rain continues to lash at us, cooling my overheated body and soaking my clothes.

  Kane's chest heaves as he stands before me, his eyes locked on my pussy that's dripping with his cum.

  Reaching out, he runs one finger through my folds, rubbing his seed into my clit.

  "Mine," he growls. "This is fucking mine. And tonight, I'm going to fucking ruin it."

  I swallow down the desire that surges through my body at his words.

  My body begs for me to demand he does it right now, but my head knows this is the worst idea in the world.

  It's a shame that whenever I'm around Kane Legend that my brain doesn't stand a chance. Because when he releases me and allows me to slide to my feet and right my clothing, I don't argue with him or demand he just fixes my tire and leaves.

  Instead, I stand there in the downpour and watch as he pulls open my driver's side door, rips the keys from the ignition and swipes my purse from the passenger seat.

  "Let's go," he barks, throwing my purse at me, which I only just manage to catch before he marches toward his car.

  He's almost inside before my body gets the message and I take off behind him.

  I fold myself into his passenger seat, aware that I'm soaking wet—from the rain—and I'm wearing no panties—equally as wet.

  I tug the fabric as far down my thighs as possible as Kane throws his car into reverse and wheelspins onto the street before flooring it in drive in the direction of his house.

  My lips twitch at the corners at his desperation to get back.

  "What about my car?" I ask, although right now with the steady throb in my core and the scent of Kane surrounding me, my car is the last thing I care about.

  "We'll sort it tomorrow. I've got other things on my mind right now."

  "Oh?" I ask, desperate to hear his dirty words.

  "Like wondering why you keep trying to pull your skirt down." He reaches over, nudges my knees apart and drags his fingers up my thighs.

  "Kane," I warn.

  "What? Don't you think you'll be able to hold it?"

  "You're a cunt."

  His fingers still at my words and I suck in a breath, wondering if that was a bit harsh.

  But after the longest second of my life, he turns to me, his eyes burning the side of my face.

  "Say that again," he demands.

  "What? You're a cunt."

  "You can knock off the beginning bit."

  "Okay. Cunt."

  "Fuuuck, Princess. If we weren't so close, you'd be sucking my cock right now."

  A weird noise of disbelief falls from my lips.

  "Don't even pretend that you wouldn't."

  My lips part to argue but he shoots me a look that says "don't even bother," and I close them again.

  "Wow," I say when he pulls up in front of an impressive modern townhouse.

  I'm not sure what I was expecting really but this wasn't it.

  "Vic sure knows how to treat his boys," Kane deadpans.

  "Oh yeah, he's well on his way to winning father of the year," I mutter, climbing from the car, gripping my purse tight.

  This is it. This is my in. I can wait for Kane to pass out, throw some cameras around the place and get the hell out.

  I've only just closed his car door when he's suddenly behind me and pushing me toward the front door.

  "Are the others here?" Stupid question really, seeing as there are multiple cars parked out the front.

  "Why, did you want me to share you?"

  "What?" I squeak. "N-no."

  "Good, because it's not happening. Plus, I'd rather they don't even know you're here."

  His words cut more than they should even if I do understand them.

  Our mutual hate for each other isn't a secret and if they see him ushering me into the house then they're likely to have questions. Questions I really have no interest in answering.

  I've got a job to do and I fully intend on seeing it through and putting this whole disaster behind me.

  But that all comes crashing down the second we step into the house because we walk straight into Devin. My eyes land on him immediately and note the cut on his lip and the dark shadow marring his cheek. I guess that explains Kane's black eye. They were on a job together.

  Fucking Victor.

  He looks to Kane and opens his mouth to say something but then he realizes that Kane isn't alone and his chin drops when his eyes find me.

  "S-Scarlett?" he stutters, his eyes narrowing on Kane in question. His shoulders tensing as if he's preparing for a fight and his lips twisting in frustration.

  "Excuse us, we're just going upstairs."

  "Kane?" he barks, reaching out to grab his arm and stopping us from walking farther into the house.

  "Princess?" I turn to look at him. "Top floor, second door on the right. Be ready," he winks at me and I flush from head to toe when Devin turns to look at me once more.

  I bolt for the stairs, not wanting to be the object of their attention and needing to get away in case Ezra and Ellis want to join the party.

  My stomach flips as I remember his suggestion about him sharing me.

  Hell no. I might be up for his wicked touch and evil words but I draw the line at him bringing a friend in to help torture me.

  Only, it's not really torture when Kane touches you, is it?

  I shake the thought from my head.

  I know I should hate the brutal way he touches me, throws me around like a rag doll and the belittling things he says to me, the way he calls me a whore. But I can't find it in me to hate it when all I do is crave more.

  The rumble of their booming voices echoes up to me but I don't stop to try to eavesdrop. Something tells me that I wouldn't like what they're discussing. Devin clearly wasn't happy about me being here—if only he knew the truth.

  I push through the door Kane directed me to and fall back against it.

  My body trembles with nerves. This whole scheme didn't seem so scary before. But now I'm here.

  "Fuck," I breathe. "Fuck. Fuck."

  My head bangs against the door.

  What the hell am I doing?

  If they catch me, what will they do to me?

  I might be terrified of Victor and what he's capa
ble of, but he's trained every pair of hands under this roof and I know for a fact that they are more than capable of taking out any threats.

  And if Victor is right and they're playing him and I expose them.

  A violent shiver wracks my body.

  They'll kill me if this goes wrong.

  I pause for a moment. Does it matter? Do I have anything left to lose?

  Images of my family flash through my mind and I talk myself down.

  I can do this. Choose the right hiding places and everything will be fine. Come the weekend they'll surely have a party and it could have been any one of the guests who planted the cameras.

  It's not until heavy footfalls from the stairs sound out that I push from the door and walk into the room. It's the first time I really see it as well.

  The sheets are black—like his soul—the walls are a dark gray and the furniture black, the corners chipped, and the drawers scratched.

  I jump a mile when the door opens even though I knew it was coming.

  I suck in a deep breath willing my heart to stop racing.

  21

  Kane

  Her scent fills my nose the second I push the door open and my hard-on returns.

  I might have only had her less than thirty minutes ago, but it's not enough. Even Devin's attempt to rip me a new one for going anywhere near her isn't enough to make me reconsider what's going to happen next.

  I don't really give a shit about his opinion. I don't need him to tell me that this is a bad idea, I already know that it is.

  My fascination with Scarlett has only got worse as the years have gone on. And now, she's right here, apparently getting off on this weird hate vibe we've got between us as much as I am and like fuck am I about to pass up the chance to indulge a little.

  It won't be long until she's had her fill and turns her back on me because we all know that she's too fucking good for a fuck up like me.

  She might have screwed me at every turn over the years. But Scarlett Hunter deserves better than a trailer park boy whose puppet strings are controlled by Victor Harris.

  I shake my head, trying to make the thoughts fall away.

  None of that matters right now.

  What does matter is the fact she's standing in the middle of my room looking like a rabbit caught in headlights and she's… Not. Fucking. Naked.

  Reaching my hand behind my head, I drag my sopping wet hoodie from my body and throw it at the laundry basket in the corner. It misses and lands on the floor with a wet thud.

  Letty gasps and when I turn back to her, her eyes are locked on my chest.

  A smirk curls at my lips as I realize that this is the first time she's seen me without clothes for a lot of years, and I am certainly not the boy she probably remembers.

  "You're wearing too many clothes. I told you to be ready." I take a step toward her and she immediately takes one back.

  Excitement explodes inside me.

  Okay, Princess. Game on.

  I drop my eyes to her chest, her nipples are hard and begging for me behind the wet fabric of her tank and bra.

  "Off," I demand, nodding at her top.

  "Uh…" She hesitates.

  "Too fucking late to be shy, Princess. I've already seen it all, remember?"

  I take another step toward her, tugging at the ties on my sweats and kicking my sneakers off.

  She once again backs away.

  "You can't run from me in my own bedroom," I mutter, looking at her from under my lashes. "If you didn't want to be here, you should have tried escaping before now."

  "You'd have let me?"

  "Hell no, but it would have been fun to see you try."

  "Why are you doing this?"

  "You know why." I close some more of the space between us and her chest begins to rise and fall faster, her pupils dilating as I step into her personal space.

  "But what will it achieve?"

  "Oh, it will make me feel so much better."

  "Will it though?" she asks, cocking her head to the side like she's really curious about this.

  "Yeah. I want to hurt you like you hurt me."

  "By fucking me?"

  She takes the final step back and bumps up against the wall.

  I don't stop until my body is pressed up against the length of her and I lean down to whisper in her ear.

  "By using you, Princess. By fucking you until you're raw and ensuring that no matter whoever else you let touch you in the future, it'll never compare to how thoroughly I fucked you." I pull back and look into her eyes as I lift my hand and tap my finger to her temple. "I want to be inside here… forever."

  Her breaths come out as short sharp pants.

  "You're nothing to me, Kane. I will always forget you." Her eyes bounce between mine, her nostrils flaring slightly with the lie.

  "Well then, I'd better make sure that's not possible.”

  Grasping her wrists, I force her arms above her head, taking them both in one of my hands.

  I run my tongue up the length of her neck, not stopping until I get to her ear. Her shudder is so violent that I feel it at her wrists.

  "Get ready to beg, Princess, because I'm going to push you to the very edge."

  "Oh fuck," she breathes, her nipples only getting harder beneath her shirt.

  Sucking on the soft skin of her neck, my free hand teases her breasts, circles her nipples and trails down her stomach.

  Her hips roll at my touch as she tries to find the friction she needs to get off.

  She should be so fucking lucky.

  Finding the hem of her skirt, I hike it up, kicking her feet wider with my own.

  "You still wet for me, Princess?" I ask after releasing her neck with a loud pop. I study my handiwork.

  By the time she stumbles out of this room later, everyone on campus is going to know she's owned.

  She doesn't answer me.

  "If you don't give me what I ask for here, then you won't get what you need," I warn.

  "Yes," she cries. "Please, Kane."

  "Good start, Princess, but this is only the beginning."

  "Shit," she gasps as I part her folds and dip my fingers inside her.

  She's dripping still and my mouth waters for a taste of her.

  "Kane," she warns as I set a punishing pace rubbing at her walls, curling my fingers so I hit the spot that will have her seeing stars, if I'd let her fall that is.

  Dragging my fingers from her pussy, I move them farther back and she stills as I rub her juices around her puckered hole.

  "Anyone ever taken you here, Princess?"

  She shakes her head as I push gently.

  "Oh God."

  "Good, this is mine too. Every fucking inch of you is mine. You understand that?"

  "Y-yes."

  "Who do you belong to, Scarlett?"

  "You, Kane. Only you."

  "Good girl."

  I release her and take a step back. Her body sags against the wall but she only gets a second of reprieve because I reach out, wrap my fingers around her shirt and drag it up her body. It lands on the floor somewhere behind me as I go for her bra. Her skirt follows before I drop to my knees before her and tug her shoes off so she's standing before me totally naked.

  She's so fucking beautiful she makes my breathing falter, but I don’t tell her that.

  Instead, I throw one of her legs over my shoulder and dive for her pussy.

  Her taste explodes on my tongue as I lick at her.

  "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she shouts as I spear my tongue inside her, lapping up her juices.

  I don't stop until she's on the edge of release, then I pull away, lift her into my arms and throw her on my bed.

  She bounces as I make my way over, pushing my sweats down over my hips and kick them off as I go.

  "Holy shit," she gasps when she looks up at me looming over with my cock in my hand. "Kane." She scrambles up the bed a little but I'm quicker.

  Wrapping my fingers around her ankle, I drag her down th
e bed until she's sitting before me.

  "Suck me. I want to come in your dirty little mouth, Princess."

  She stares up at me, anger, frustration, and desire shining bright in her dark depths, the gold within them brighter than I've ever seen.

  "I fucking hate you."

  "I love it when you talk dirty to me," I reply. "Now suck my fucking cock."

  I don't give her a chance to respond, instead, I make the most of her parted lips and thrust the tip of my cock past them.

  She sucks me like a fucking popsicle. But as good as it might feel, I need more.

  I know what she's capable of and I need it all right fucking now.

  Fisting her hair, I hold her still as I fuck her mouth.

  She takes everything I give her, gagging on my length as it hits the back of her throat.

  Tears spill from her eyes as she fights to suck in the air she needs as her nails dig into my ass so hard that I won't be surprised to find she's broken the skin when I care to look.

  I don't let up until she's swallowed everything I have, and only then do I pull her away from me.

  "Fuck, you're a little bit too good at that."

  With my hands around her waist, I throw her further up the bed. Her head collides with the headboard but she doesn't complain as I crawl onto her and drag my teeth down the length of her leg until I latch onto the soft skin of her thigh and suck and bite until I break the skin, tasting the copper of her blood.

  Her nails scratch at my shoulders, her fingers pull at my hair to try to get me to release her but I don't.

  My need to mark her, to make her mine consumes me.

  When I finally release her, she's got an angry red mark on her thigh and my chest swells with pride and ownership.

  Mine.

  I trace it with my finger, collecting up the small amount of blood from where I broke the skin.

  Her fingers tighten in my hair once more until she's tugs with such force I've no choice but to fall over her and take her lips.

  Our kiss is brutal as we fight for dominance.

  I can taste myself on her lips and I've no doubt she can taste herself on me.

  Our tongues duel and our teeth collide as we devour each other, our chests heaving for oxygen but we both refuse to let up. Finally, after she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, I pull back.