by Elle East
The way he was looking at me was so sincere. It made it almost impossible to doubt what he was saying. I couldn’t believe it. I was finally getting the truth from him and should have been ecstatic, but I was more scared and shocked than anything else.
“This is the worst place for you to be, Maddy. That’s why we didn’t want you here.”
I couldn’t do anything but stare into my old friend’s eyes. They were so familiar all of a sudden. I was seeing the real Grayson again. It was as if the demon that had taken over his body and tortured me for the past seven months, was finally gone.
“That night together wasn’t a lie,” he whispered, and I instantly knew what he meant.
He was talking about the night the three Kings and I had spent together. The night where they’d all just held and comforted me. I’d kissed each one of them in the dark, unsure of whose hands were on my body. That night I had felt so safe, so warm, so loved—then they’d completely destroyed it.
They had taken my heart and crushed it beneath the heels of their expensive shoes. Ground it into the dirt and spat on it.
“Betraying you, out on those stairs with the detective, was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” he continued, and I could feel the first pinpricks of tears forming at the back of my eyes.
“I love you, Maddy, and I have ever since we were little.”
My world completely shattered, breaking apart in a million pieces, and I was lost amongst the wreckage. I shouldn’t love him after everything he did to me, but I couldn’t help it.
Our lips came together in a fiery kiss.
It was nothing like that other time. That night in the dark had been soft and comforting, while this was hard and intense.
He let go of my arms and shoved the backpack off my shoulders. It fell to the ground with a loud thud. He grabbed the back of my neck to pull me closer, deepening the kiss. I reached out and grabbed onto his waist to keep myself on my feet. The way his lips were moving against mine left my legs feeling wobbly.
He cupped my cheek in his palm. He pressed his forehead into mine as he caught his breath.
“You have no idea how fucking badly I’ve wanted to do this,” he whispered into my lips.
He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He tilted my head to give him better access to my lips and kissed me hard.
I wanted it too. I had wanted him for so long but suppressed it deep down inside myself because I knew how wrong it was.
I had buried all that longing and covered it up with anger and hate. I shouldn’t want my bully. I shouldn’t crave the guy who had been so cruel and ruthless to me. I knew Grayson was messed up, but I must be screwed up as well.
I kissed him back with everything I could. I poured all the anger, confusion and pain he’d made me feel back into his lips. I thought I hated Grayson Moore—but I realized in horror that maybe I was in love with him too.
We were just two people who had damaged one another so much. Could we maybe heal each other too?
He picked me up suddenly in his strong arms. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist, and he groaned deep in his throat. I leaned down and kissed his bobbing Adam’s apple.
He carried me over to the teacher’s desk. Holding me tightly with one hand on my ass, he used his other arm to sweep everything off the desk. It clattered to the floor loudly, but we barely noticed.
He kissed me again, and all I could think of were his lips and his strong, tattooed hands on my body. He quickly laid me down as papers fluttered to the ground around us.
I didn’t want to be without his body for even a second. I grabbed onto the lapels of his blazer and yanked—but I didn’t need to because he was already climbing on top of me. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him.
We were desperately grabbing at one another. Our lips kept coming together in a furious battle. He kissed me like he wanted to consume my whole being.
He reached a hand up under my tartan skirt. I moaned and threw my head to the side. He used it to his advantage and attacked my throat with his mouth.
He grabbed me roughly under my skirt. I was wearing the thigh-high stockings that were part of the uniform, and they offered perfect access to his fingers. The only thing standing between my core and his insistent hand was a thin pair of white panties—which he quickly shoved aside.
I gasped loudly as his fingers slipped over my folds.
“Fuck. You’re so wet,” he murmured against my neck.
Then he slipped one finger inside of me and my back arched up off the table like I’d been electrocuted. It felt amazing, but I wanted Moore.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, I pulled him closer to me. He took away his hand, and I felt empty for a moment, but the next second he surged between my legs. I could feel how hard he was. How much he wanted me.
I reached and tried to tug down his pants, but I couldn’t. He was still wearing his belt and our bodies were pressed too tightly together for me to get my hands to the buckle.
I groaned in frustration, and, as if he was reading my mind, he quickly reached down and undid his belt with one hand.
I pushed his pants down with clumsy fingers. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to free his cock.
I felt his warm, heavy member against my thigh. Skin-on-skin.
He pulled my panties to the side again and maneuvered himself so he was right at my entrance. I could feel the head of his cock pressing against me, desperate to enter my body.
I couldn’t think straight. All I wanted was him at that moment. I needed him inside. I pulled him to me with my legs.
That was all the invitation Grayson needed. He slid into me roughly. Stretching me to the limit.
I cried out, and he swallowed it with a hard kiss.
He gave my body a second to get used to his large size, then he started thrusting. I was so turned on that I quickly got used to his demanding rhythm.
I clung to him and rolled my head on the desk. The muscles in his back were flexed because he was holding himself over me. I ran my hands along them, and they felt like steel beneath my fingers.
We both wanted to take off more clothes, but there was no time. We were so desperate for each other that he’d just slipped my panties to the side and slid inside my body. We were completely clothed except for his cock inside of me, which was bare. Skin-on-skin. And it felt amazing.
My eyes suddenly burst open. I pushed at his shoulders.
“Wait!” I cried.
He stopped immediately. He went from being so rough one moment to so concerned, instantly.
“Condom!” I managed to say.
He looked at me blankly for a moment, his eyes clouded over with lust. Eventually, what I said seemed to sink into his brain.
“Fuck,” he said as he reached into his blazer pocket. “Yeah, of course. Guess I just got carried away.”
He pulled out the wrapper.
“I always have one on me,” he said.
I didn’t want to think about that, about why he “always had one on him”. The Kings were playboys and could get anyone at the school they wanted. What high school guy wasn’t going to take advantage of that? I tried to put it out of my mind and focus on the experience.
He ripped it open with his teeth and pulled out of me. I felt emptier than when he had removed his finger. My body craved him. I wanted him back inside me so badly it ached.
The next second, he pushed back into my body, and I could tell he was wearing the condom now.
I couldn’t believe we’d almost had unprotected sex. I’d been so caught up in the moment I hadn’t thought of it at all.
I tried to put it out of my mind and focus on the pleasure coursing through my body.
We quickly fell back into our rhythm, and it wasn’t long before both of us were panting.
He kissed my chest where the top buttons of my shirt had come undone. It felt like he was kissing fire along my skin.
My back was pressed painfully into the hard wooden desk—but
I barely noticed. I ran my fingers through his hair, over the short shaved sides, and I could feel the patterns carved there. I slipped my fingers up to tangle in the longer hair on top. It hung down and brushed my forehead when he kissed me.
We were having sex on top of a teacher’s desk in a classroom. Anyone could walk by and look in the window. If they did, then they would see him on top of me, thrusting into my willing body with my legs wrapped around his waist—but I couldn’t care less at the moment.
What he was doing felt amazing, the pull of his cock inside me felt incredible, but there was something missing. I couldn’t figure out what it was—until he shifted his weight and reached down to rub my clit.
My eyes slammed shut, and I cried out. My fingers were in his hair and gripped on to him painfully. If I was capable of conscious thought at that moment, then I would have realized I was probably hurting him and let go—but I was too lost in pleasure to notice.
I was so close.
Just a couple more hard thrusts, and he sent me flying over the edge. I twisted and writhed beneath him, caught between two unyielding surfaces—his hard body and the wooden desk.
The fact I was coming beneath him was more than he could take. He grabbed my hip roughly, his fingers digging into my flesh. The rhythm of his thrusts became erratic. He groaned deeply into my neck and filled me with his release.
We clung to each other as we both rode out our orgasms. Both lost in a sea of pleasure.
After what felt like an eternity, we slowly came back down. His hips twitched a couple more times, and then we both lay completely spent and panting together in a sweaty heap on the desk.
My mind was reeling. First, because of the mind-blowing orgasm I’d just had, second, because I’d just had sex for the first time, and third, because it had been with Grayson.
Chapter 27
Grayson finally shifted to the side with a groan. Even though his heavy weight was no longer pressing me into the desk, I wanted him back on top of me.
I was breathing deeply, and my eyes were still closed so I heard, rather than saw, him reach down and take off the condom. He threw it into a small wastebasket behind the desk, then immediately grabbed me and pulled me close.
I idly wondered what would happen when the teacher noticed the used condom in the garbage, but the thought quickly left my mind. All I could care about at that moment was the feeling of Grayson’s body against mine.
He pulled me in with his strong arms so that my back was against his chest. I could feel him breathing against my hair. I could feel his heart hammering through the layers of our clothes, and it made me feel close to him. Even though we’d just had sex—amazing sex—hearing his heartbeat felt so intimate. It was the deepest part of him, and I got to hear it.
I could smell his usual intoxicating scent of moss and cloves—but now he also smelled like sex.
I lay drowsily for a bit, just luxuriating in the feeling of what we’d just done. My core ached. I’d been stretched and filled—but in the best possible way.
Something kept buzzing, and I realized it must be Grayson’s phone in his pocket. We both ignored it, and he squeezed me and pulled me in tighter.
I still couldn’t believe what had just happened. I’d never really given much thought as to how I was going to lose my virginity. It wasn’t like it was something special I was trying to save for just the right moment and just the right person; it was just something that hadn’t happened yet. I’d always been so busy with school, my part-time jobs, and my mom, that I just hadn’t had any time to date.
Still, never in a million years would I have imagined I was going to lose it like this. And I never thought it was going to be with Grayson. But it had been, and it had been incredible. I still felt like I was glowing.
Right before it happened, he’d told me he was in love with me. That was even more insane than the two of us having sex. But I didn’t want to think about what it all meant at the moment—that would come later—at the moment, I just wanted to bask in the afterglow.
His pocket buzzed again, and I heard him swear into my hair.
“Shutting it off, shutting it off,” he mumbled.
I felt him take it out of his pocket.
“There,” he said and slid it back inside.
I heard a small crash as it slipped out and fell to the floor.
“Fuck,” he muttered, but didn’t get up. He just pulled me in tighter.
“Grayson?”
“Mm?” He sounded so sleepy and content.
“I want to confront Victoria. I can’t let her get away with what she’s doing.”
I felt him stiffen slightly against my back.
“You can’t,” he said. “You can’t let on you know. Otherwise, this situation will get a lot more dangerous for you.”
I knew he was right, but I hated not doing anything. It made me feel useless.
His phone kept buzzing from the ground. I finally sat up with a regretful sigh and hopped off the desk. My body was sore all over and ached in a pleasant way.
I picked up the phone to shut it off and saw he’d accidentally unlocked it instead. I was about to swipe up and put it on “do not disturb” when I noticed the amount of texts he was getting from numbers not in his contact list. I was suddenly suspicious and opened his chat app instead.
He realized what I was doing and called out, “Wait!” But it was too late, I was already scrolling through his messages.
My mouth dropped open in disbelief.
He quickly got up, doing up his pants and grabbing the phone out of my hand at the same time. But I’d already seen all I needed to know.
“You guys are drug dealers! I knew it!”
He slipped it back into his pocket and said, “Yeah, but you don’t understand the reason.”
“Oh my god, don’t start that bullshit again!”
He suddenly got angry.
“You tried to turn us in! How dare we be suspicious of you, right? How dare we not tell you all the illegal things we’re doing.”
“I told you what I was going to do! I told you I was going to the police with the information I had, and you agreed to help me! Then you stabbed me in the back.”
“We had to!”
I threw my hands up in exasperation. The afterglow was long gone, and I was just left feeling hollow and angry.
“Why? Why do you guys have to deal drugs? You’re all ‘filthy-rich, why would we bother dealing drugs?’” I said, imitating what the three of them had told me last year on the stairs. “I thought you wouldn’t jeopardize your empires?”
He shook his head. His dark eyes narrowed on me.
“You wouldn’t understand,” he said coldly.
“Because you won’t tell me!” I yelled.
We’d just had amazing sex after he told me he loved me, but now he was shutting me out again. I was so hurt and angry and frustrated all at once.
“We can’t trust you,” he finally said, and it was like a punch in the gut.
I thought we had already gotten past that. I guess what we’d just experienced together didn’t actually mean very much.
“Fine,” I spat out. “I don’t trust you either.”
I moved to get dressed, but we’d been so desperate to get close to each other that we’d barely taken off anything. I angrily buttoned up the top buttons of my shirt, which had come undone. I smoothed down my skirt and then that was it. Grayson was already fully dressed.
I grabbed my backpack, spun on my heel and walked to the door. I unlocked it, threw it open and stormed out of the classroom. He didn’t try to stop me or rush after me. He just let me go.
Chapter 28
“There you are,” Dean said, and I jumped a mile into the air. “I’ve been looking all over for you. I—are you ok?”
I had been walking through the cavernous entrance hall, lost in my own thoughts. I hadn’t even noticed him when he came up to me.
“I’m fine,” I said too quickly as I smoothed down my hai
r.
Do I look like I just had sex? Can he tell?
He gave me a searching look.
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Yup!”
I just slept with my enemy, that’s all. After he told me that he loved me. No big deal. Then we got into a huge fight right after. I’m totally fine.
“Listen, Maddy, there’s something I need to tell you. Something I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while…” Dean started, and dread flooded through me.
I could not deal with this right now. I wasn’t sure what he was going to say, but I had an idea, and this was not the right time. I’d just slept with someone he despised, and I didn’t know what it meant. I needed time to think. Any other time I would have been ecstatic to hear what Dean was going to tell me, but now it just made me feel guilty and ashamed.
“Dean, listen—” I started.
I was going to tell him I needed space. We had to talk about what I had just found out about Victoria, but we needed to do it in private, and I could not deal with whatever he was about to tell me. But just then, I noticed the Kings walk in.
The three of them strode in to the room in that cocky, self-assured way they had. They carried themselves like the rich, spoiled, powerful guys they were. Like they owned the world—because I guess they kind of did.
The three of them looked pissed, but also… triumphant? My stomach dropped. What did they have planned now? The way they looked reminded me of how they’d looked on the stairs last year when they’d betrayed me.
They walked right up until they were standing directly next to Dean and I. Dean turned to them angrily.
“What do you guys want?” he asked darkly.
Brett glared intensely at Dean, like he wanted to rip his throat out. The look was scary and made me even more nervous. Brett was a beast, but Dean was no slouch. If it came down to a fight between the two of them, I didn’t know who would win. But if this confrontation did end up in a fight, it would be three against one and Dean would have no chance.
Archer glared at Dean too, but there was a slight smirk under the anger. Grayson looked a bit disheveled and confused about what was happening. My face suddenly burned scarlet when I realized why he looked like that. When I thought about what we’d just done.
