Bully Me Not: A RH Dark High School Bully Romance (Heartbreak Falls Book 1)

by Rachel Angel

  He grabbed me and threw me on the bed before pulling my ankles up towards him. “What are we going to do with the mess you made? Now I’ll have to clean you up.”

  His face went to my crotch and his hot tongue licked my folds, circling slowly around my clit. He licked me clean, slowly and thoroughly, but when I climax again, his eyes grew dark with hunger.

  He attacked my folds with his mouth, taking me all in, biting and sucking on me as I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. My fingers worked his head, as he lost control and began eating me like a starving man.

  Then as sudden as he had started eating me out, he stopped, stood up, and walked away to the door. He ran his hand through his hair and said, without looking at me, “You can finish on your own. The Twins are waiting downstairs. Make it quick.” Then he left, walking completely naked out the door.

  Chapter 7

  Haven

  The Twins and Tristan were waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs a few minutes later. I had found some gold glitter high heels in the closet of my bedroom, not knowing how they got there and how they were my size.

  Unfortunately, I didn’t find any underwear, and my overnight bag with my clothes in it was nowhere to be seen. It would be a week before my belongings from our New York townhouse would arrive with the movers.

  “Wow,” Drake said, as I walked down the stairs.

  “Your pussy is showing, and my mouth is watering to eat it,” Dillon said.

  Drake turned to Tristan. “How did you find that dress? Easiest access to the very part of her I want to have open to me all the time.”

  Tristan didn’t smile but kept his hard gaze on me, especially the bottom of me. Every time I took a step down the stairs, my dress lifted just enough to expose my pussy for the world to see.

  “I filled her bedroom closet with clothes we’d like to see her wear,” Tristan said. “She’s our plaything so we’re going to dress her and make her into what we want.”

  I clenched my fists. If it wasn’t for that video they had of me with Tristan earlier, I wouldn’t be going along with this shit.

  But I got a few things up my sleeve, literally that I had saved for tonight.

  We piled into Tristan’s black Bentley and drove into town dressed to the nine’s at least the boys were in their tuxedos, looking every inch the filthy rich arrogant sons of the family who owned the town.

  Meanwhile, Tristan had made me up and dressed me like the town slut.

  I wasn’t into slut-shaming, and I certainly did not condemn women for enjoying sex as much as men, so if they were going to try to shame me tonight with flaunting my sexuality, then I was going to use that to my advantage.

  They think they can play me just because I was new to their town, to their home, and to their family…well, we Hillshires have a thing or two about legacies too.

  I sat in the passenger seat in front, while Tristan drove, and the Twins sat in the seats behind. Since they were so proud of their little town, I was going to play on that.

  “So, Josiah Triton, your ancestor, um, my ancestor too now, did he ever see his first love again?”

  Drake answered, “He did after he built his first house in Heartbreak Falls. He wanted to show her he could provide a good life for her, but she was already engaged to his rival, Matthew Blight.”

  “He was still in love with her,” I said.

  “He was, but Nellie was a dutiful daughter of a pastor, and she had to keep up appearances for the town. She went through with marrying Matthew Blight, although she still loved Josiah,” Drake continue.

  “How do you know so much about this history? It seemed like it would be hard to find out this much details about someone’s life back then,” I said to Drake.

  Drake beamed. “I enjoy history, especially family history. If you’re a Triton, it is drilled into your head from an early age.”

  “Especially if you’re a boy,” Dillon said.

  “Why boys?” I asked. “Weren’t there ever a Triton girl born into the family?”

  “Yes, a few,” Drake said. He took out his phone and touched it a few times, then handed it to me. “This is our family tree.”

  I looked at the tree and saw how it wasn’t as big as I thought it would be horizontally. Josiah only had one child, a boy, who had four children, which were all boys. From there, the boys had some girls and boys, and so on. Finally in the last century, there were only two girls born into the Triton family. Diamond Triton (Dia for short), who was born in the Roaring 20s, and Emma Triton, who was Terrence’s sister.

  “Your father has a sister Emma,” I said. “Do you ever get to see her?”

  Drake and Dillon looked at each other.

  “She died when she was our age,” Drake said. “Tragically, too.”

  “She was kidnapped and held for ransom,” Dillon said. “Even after the ransom was paid, the kidnappers killed her.”

  My mouth dropped open. “Oh, I’m so sorry. That’s so horrible. What your poor father went through.” I turned to Tristan to touch his hand for some reason. He jumped and turned towards me, his eyes stormy with emotion.

  “I’m so sorry to hear about your aunt,” I said sincerely. I have never met anyone who was so wealthy that they would be kidnapped for it. “I can’t imagine how it is like to constantly worry about being a target for kidnapping just because of your wealth or status,” I said. “Mom is famous, and makes a good living because of it, but we would never be that filthy rich to have to worry about our safety like that.”

  That’s when Tristan snapped out of his thoughts and said, “Well, that’s too bad, little Miss Naïve. Your mother married a Triton, and now she and you are part of this crazy filthy rich world we live in where everyone wants a part of you, everyone thinks they know you, and everyone can be a potential threat to your safety. Welcome to our world.”

  I bit my tongue for the rest of the drive into town and looked outside the window. It was fall, and the scenery was breathtaking. The early evening sky had turned an orange red with streaks of white, which highlighted the fall foliage along the road.

  Glowing amber string lights decorated the shops lined along Main Street, as we drove past the cafes, bakery, yoga center, and boutique stores. A gothic-looking building stood apart from the line of quaint shops, and my chest fluttered with excitement as I saw it was a library. “You have one of those libraries that I imagine going to as a kid,” I said. “Like the kind in the show, Mayberry, or any of those 1950s shows.”

  Drake smiled and said, “Heartbreak Falls do have such a nice hometown feel to it. I didn’t know a girl could get so excited about a library. And books?”

  “I love books,” I said. “I could be shacked up in a library all weekend long just reading. It would be a dream come true for me to be able to have a sleepover at a library, just being able to pick out any book from a shelf and read undisturbed all weekend long.”

  “Really?” Drake’s eyes twinkled. “It’s that easy to please you? To make you happy?”

  “I enjoy the simple things in life most of all,” I said. “Books, ice cream, lollipops, coffee, video games, playing basketball and swimming…”

  “Hey, I like those things, too,” Dillon said. “And we have all of those things right here in Heartbreak Falls.”

  “I just love this street already. Main Street,” I looked at Dillon and Drake. “I always imagined what it would be like to grow up in a town with a street called Main Street. Where Mom and I lived in New York, we didn’t have anything like this at all. Maybe Mom was right about me experiencing change. I’ve lived in New York all my life, I never got to see how life is elsewhere.”

  “We go down to New York often,” Drake said. He seemed to be the talkative one when it came to informative things. Like the Triton brothers encyclopedia.

  “Why? Got girlfriends there?” I asked.

  Drake actually blushed. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend yet. Never thought about settling for one.” He held my gaze for a second and sa
id, “That could change though. Like you moving to Heartbreak Falls and changing your life because of it, things could happen.”

  “How about you?” I asked Dillon. “Got a special girl you can’t stop thinking about?”

  Dillon gulped and said, “Yeah, just lately, but she doesn’t know yet. And well, there are barriers.” He didn’t look at me like Drake did, but looked away.

  “Oh, that’s too bad,” I said. “Maybe if the girl knew you were into her, there wouldn’t be so many barriers.”

  I took my hand and placed it on Tristan’s thigh, squeezing it. He jumped and let out a breath of air. “And you, Mr. Silent and Stone-face, got a girl in New York or anywhere that you can’t stop thinking about?”

  Tristan didn’t answer for a while but kept driving.

  “Okay, well, guess he’s not going to answer,” I said. “So Drake, since you’re free, tell me what kind of girl you want as a girlfriend, and maybe I could help you find one since I’m popular you know and from New York, you know…” I smiled widely, joking with him.

  Drake gulped, and he licked his lips. “She has to be smart. Beautiful. Sexy. Funny. Loves to read. Loves to learn. Has a sense of adventure.” Then he hesitated. “Loves family histories and libraries.”

  “Really?” Tristan finally spoke. “You just described Haven.”

  Drake couldn’t look me in the eye and looked outside his window. “Maybe I want a girl just like Haven,” he said. “Maybe,” he said even louder, “I want Haven.” He turned to Tristan. “After you ordered me to stalk her a bit in New York, for research on her, maybe I do have a thing for her.”

  I dropped my mouth. “You were stalking me in New York?”

  Tristan’s jaw twitched. Drake and Dillon looked at each other. Finally Drake said, “Just Dillon and me. But it was right after we read in the papers of all places that our father was marrying your mother, and she had a daughter our age. We wanted to know who you were and what you were like before you move here. Plus, you know our family history. We’ve had so many murders, kidnappings, and what not that we’re wary of anyone coming into our family. We’re wary of everyone. Period.”

  “Plus when Tristan showed us a photo of you in that gown at the Emmys…whoa, hot goodness,” Dillon said. “All of us wanted a piece of you. You know, Haven, you have the most perfect body for a woman. Round perky breasts with suckable nipples. A tiny waist that we can easily wrap our arms around, and a full round bottom that we can fill out hands with and get our dicks lost in.” He shuddered. “I’m hard already for you, Haven. If Tristan didn’t claim you for tonight, I would be all over you.”

  “He claimed me for tonight?” I asked. “How is that supposed to work?”

  “I get to handle you, take off your clothes whenever I want to, dress you, fuck you, and do whatever I want to with you tonight. That’s how that’s supposed to work,” Tristan said.

  “Really?” I asked. Now that I have real confirmation on how the Twins feel about me…that they really desired me, outside of the diabolical bullying game they were playing with me to get me to leave, I was going to use it. “What if I was in the mood for Drake to fuck me? I got a real good look at his dick, and I love the large silver stud piercing he has right on the tip of his dick. In fact, I have an itch to feel it rubbing inside of me.”

  Drake groan then and said, “Tristan…you’ve had her already in bed and in the showers. We caught it on camera. I haven’t had the chance to fuck her yet. I went down on her, but I haven’t had the chance to enter her tight sweet pussy yet. And you know I wanted to before you stepped in.”

  Tristan’s jaw clenched. “Drake!”

  “What?” Drake asked.

  “Stick with the plan. Only I get to fuck her. She can only feel my dick in her. You and Dillon can do everything else, but when it comes to who gets to enter her, it’s me.”

  “Possessive like a caveman much?” Dillon asked.

  “We share the whole cheerleading squad with you, Tristan,” Drake said. “You won’t even let Dillon and I get with Haven even for just one fuck?”

  I couldn’t believe how these assholes were talking about me like I was some kind of sex toy they can pass around while I was right there in front of them. Who the fuck did they think they were? I didn’t care how rich or powerful they were, and that they own an entire town, they didn’t own me.

  “Haven is for me to fuck,” Tristan said. “I know how she likes it, and I alone can give it to her that way.”

  “Oh, really?” Drake said. “How does she like it?”

  Tristan growled. “As hard as I could give it.”

  Drake and Dillon went silent.

  Then Dillon said, “God, I’m so hard right now. For Haven. That just sounds so fucking hot. The hottest sex I can imagine. I want it so badly right now. Let me have Haven for tonight. I’ll let you have everything I have for her. All my fuck buddies, my collections, my car…”

  “I’ll give you everything of mine to have Haven tonight,” Drake said. “I could give Haven what you’ve got. I can fuck hard and relentless. I want to. That’s how much I want her right now.”

  “My final answer is ‘No’ and it’s non-negotiable,” Tristan said. He grabbed my hand and said, “Haven is mine. I’ve always shared what I have with you two because you’re my brothers whom I love dearly, but when it comes to this…I’m not negotiating. This girl’s pussy is mine alone to fuck. Only my dick can enter her walls. Only my dick has entrance to park there. Got it?”

  Oh my God, I could not believe what I was hearing. It disgusted me with how possessive they were of my body, but at the same time it thrilled and aroused me with how much they wanted me.

  I decided to throw a wrench into the mix.

  “Drake, do you have tattoos on your dick like Tristan does? I know you have one silver stud on your tip. It looks so painful but hot at the same time. I’d like to taste a good look at it. Oh I mean ‘take’ a good look at it. Maybe tonight?”

  Drake immediately sat up straight and said eagerly. “Sure. Tonight. I’d like you taking a good look at it.”

  “You know, guys,” I said. “I may be a virgin technically, but I know a lot about sex. Just ask the three guys at my old school in New York how much I do. Before they bullied me last year, I had some amazing good non-penetrating delicious times with them. I know how good it could get, and I’m still reeling from leaving my old school and New York because I’ll be leaving my ‘ride’ with them to come to your town.”

  Drake and Dillon’s fists bunched up. “We’ll show you how good it could get here in Heartbreak Falls, too,” Dillon said.

  “And those assholes you called ‘lovers’ at your old school,” Tristan said. “We did our research on them, and yeah, we hate their guts.”

  “I wonder why when you’re very much alike,” I said.

  “We’re not alike at all,” Tristan said. “We’re pedigreed. We’re one of the oldest founding families in America. We have fortunes larger than some countries, and we don’t aimlessly bully a girl because of some stupid rivalry or rules made up at some Academy. There is a reason for what we do. Like it or not, Haven, why you’re here tonight with us serves a purpose.”

  At that, Tristan pulled into a circular driveway to a large colonial mansion without a sign on it. He parked his Bentley in front and got out to open my door like a true gentleman. While he had gotten out to walk over to my door, as I anticipated he would, I had taken out a piece of fabric hidden in my dress’ long sleeve on my right side. I had taken one of the dresses I found in my bedroom closet and ripped it in half, taking the skirt part and tucking it into my sleeve.

  Now I had slipped it on like a skirt so it acted like a long flowing rainbow glitter skirt to my black short dress which now became just a long shirt part of my outfit. It looked like an elegant but shapely mermaid dress.

  Tristan opened my passenger door, and his mouth dropped seeing me fully dressed without my pussy on display for everyone to see.

  I smil
ed brilliantly and stepped out, as though I was the visiting Queen arriving at someone’s palace. The valet who took my hand, just stared at me, even bent down to kiss my hand. When he realized what he’d did, he mumbled, “Oh, excuse me.”

  Dillon and Drake came up beside me, and their mouths dropped, seeing that I had beat them at their own game. They wanted to humiliate me by putting me into an awkward and embarrassing situation, but I had changed it so it was to my own advantage.

  “And who is this magnificent beauty?” A handsome tall young man with straight blonde hair half covering his blue eyes came towards me. He was dressed in a tux like the Triton brothers’ and just as tall and well-built.

  Tristan was immediately on guard. “Hello Max, glad to see you here.”

  “Tristan,” Max said, patting his shoulders, never taking his eyes off me. “You have to introduce me to this ravishing beauty. Or I’ll just do the introductions myself. I don’t have much patience you know.”