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

by Rachel Angel

  Tristan reluctantly looked at me and said, “This is Haven Hillshire, my new stepsister.”

  Max’s eyes widen in pleasure. “Your new stepsister? So she’s now a Triton, too.” He reached out to take my hand and pulled me away from Tristan. Before Tristan can stop him, Max had already pulled me in to the mansion, and had my hand neatly tucked into the crook of his elbow.

  Smooth, whoever Max was.

  He whispered in my ear as we glided easily amongst the well-dressed guests in the foyer. “Look how everyone is staring at you, Haven,” he said. “The ladies…they’re all whispering and looking at you with such jealousy. And the men, they can’t stop staring at you, wishing they were in my place, right next to you.”

  “They’re probably staring because of how made up I look,” I said. “I’m normally not this made up. I feel overdressed.”

  Max looked me up and down, his eyes lingering on my breasts where I was braless, and my nipples were so clearly outlined. “You are definitely not overdressed,” he said. “But if you feel you need something to cover you up, which I hope you don’t because I very much enjoy what I’m looking at right now, you can borrow one of my mother’s shawls.”

  “You have it handy here?” I asked. “What restaurant would…oh…this isn’t a restaurant, but a private estate.”

  “Yes,” Max said. “This is my family estate. This is the Bradshaw Estate.”

  “Bradshaw?” I asked.

  Max chuckled. “I’m not one for tooting my own horn, but google Bradshaw and you’ll find us in almost every business sector there is.”

  “Why are you, I mean your estate, here in Heartbreak Falls?” I asked.

  Max chuckled. “I could see from your expression you think Heartbreak Falls is just a small little town filled with quaint shops, a town library, cafes, a Main Street…”

  “Well, yes, that’s exactly what I thought of Heartbreak Falls,” I said. “You hit it on the head. How did you do that?” For some reason, this Max was turning out to be someone who I could see hanging out with or possibly more.

  He smiled, looking at my eyes, then my lips. I could see where his mind had gone to when he glanced down at my breasts. “Great minds think alike,” he said.

  “How are the Bradshaws tied into Heartbreak Falls? Forgive me, but I’m still new to the Triton family and trying to get up to speed on the history, this town I just moved to, and everything.”

  “Understandable,” Max said. “Let me fill you in on the Bradshaws and the Tritons while you’re here at my humble estate. But first, come upstairs with me so I can get one of my mother’s shawls or something. Your breasts are making me think of other fun things I’d rather be doing with you than talk about family histories…”

  He led me up the stairs, which was fenced off with a sign that said, “Private. Residents Only.” Taking a left down a long hallway filled with family portraits, which reminded me of the Triton’s mansion, we finally walked into a large ornate room decorated with red velvet wallpaper, large silk cascading curtains and an antique intricately carved 16th century Chinese bed.

  “This is my mother’s room,” Max said. “She’s not here tonight as she is halfway across the world in Russia, attending a business dinner.”

  “Impressive,” I said. “Your mother runs Bradshaw Enterprises?”

  “She does,” Max said. “Since Dad died, she took over and has grown the enterprise to its most profitable stage.”

  “You’re not threatened by strong women, then?” I asked. “Unlike the Tritons?”

  “I love strong women,” Max said. “Raise by one, for sure. I wouldn’t expect women to be less than what they are.”

  I smiled broadly, “You’re the first person I met here that I think I could really relate to, although I’m not a billionaire like you or the Tritons, but…”

  “Baby, you must be so new to the Tritons for you to say that,” Max said. “It’s so refreshing to find someone so unaffected by it all. I love it!”

  “What?”

  “That you are so innocent and not jaded like the rest of us,” Max said. “I’m going to make a claim on you for sure. I want you for myself. I like what I see, too much even, but I love what I’m hearing, too.”

  “You’re making a claim on me?” I asked.

  “Just so I could beat off the other guys,” Max said. “I know the guys will be swarming around you once they discover you. But look, you don’t even know it…how suddenly off-the-charts desirable you’ve become and eligible. You’re now a Triton by marriage but nonetheless, a Triton. Which means, and I hate myself for telling you because once you know…I’m going to have so much competition for you, I don’t even want you to know…”

  “What does it mean?” I asked.

  “It means you’re the most eligible girl not only in town but around…globally.”

  “I’m not even thinking about getting hitched anytime soon,” I said.

  Max smiled wistfully, “Unfortunately, in our circle…the Tritons, The Bradshaws, and others…the founding families of the American Industries, matching and pairing up their offsprings early on is part of the cycle of insuring the families stay on top. Now the Bradshaws are seen as equals to the Tritons, although they weren’t the first to find gold in these parts. But they helped build Heartbreak Falls just the same. Josiah Triton just happened to be the most prominent name as one of its founders. Elijah Bradshaw became his partner soon after the town was established, and was the one who lent him more money to go into other industries. They were best friends and some of their businesses are co-operated together still, but long ago, the Bradshaws and the Tritons parted ways as business partners, but remained close as Heartbreak Falls founding families.”

  “Fascinating,” I said. “Now tonight’s party? What is it about?”

  “It’s an annual thing, that the Bradshaw Estate puts on…to raise funds for charities in town. But only the wealthy are invited to it so they can bid on prizes.”

  “Do the Tritons participate in this?”

  “Yes, usually as bidders, but tonight, Tristan offered a unique prize out there,” Max said, looking away.

  “Oh, Tristan,” I said. “What do you think of him? He can be quite formidable,” I said.

  Max nodded, taking my hand. “He’s pretty dominant everywhere he goes. He’ll knock heads and take out anyone if he had to in order to protect his family and what or who he wants.” Max looked pointedly at me. “I know you’re just his stepsister in name and marriage, but I saw how he looked at you…and it wasn’t brotherly at all.”

  I avoided looking Max in the eyes so I wouldn’t betray the heat I felt when I thought of Tristan ramming himself deep into me. “No, Tristan said he wouldn’t accept me as his stepsister nor my mother as his stepmom.”

  “I see,” Max said. “That’s too bad for him because once your mother married his father, it’s on paper and in public that you’re now a Triton. Whether he accepts it or not. And that means… he shouldn’t be laying any claims on you as a lover.” Max reached out to trace my nipples under the dress until they were hard. “I don’t know if you’d want to cover up such a glorious sight with a shawl,” he said, pulling down the front of my dress so my breasts were free and in his hands. His thumbs rubbed my nipples before he headed in to take each in his mouth. “Delicious,” he said, huskily. His tongue circled around one nipple before his mouth closed in to suck hard on it. “Yes, I am definitely going to bid on you tonight.”

  Chapter 8

  Haven

  “So Tristan put me up for bid, is that the surprise prize at auction tonight?” I asked Max, moaning as he ate my breast hungrily, squeezing them together as his mouth went from one breast to another.

  Max gave my breasts one final lick, closing his eyes as he savored me with his tongue. He kissed my collarbone, my neck, and said, “If I answer you, promise me to acknowledge me as your champion tonight. Only as your champion, can I be allowed to outbid the highest bidder for you by default. It’s
an out for you in case you did not want to go through with fulfilling the prize to the highest bidder.”

  “Let me guess, the prize is my virginity?”

  Max laughed, “No, it’s to have dinner with you and a date afterwards.” Max covered my breasts up and said, “I’m going to find a shawl for you or a sweater. I don’t want anyone to see how fine of a body you have or I won’t ever get a chance to be with you.”

  He walked away while I admired his tone and strong legs, his tight butt and broad shoulders. Max was hot, and I would give him a chance to date him because of so many reasons.

  He was back with a frumpy wool patchwork cardigan. “I think this belonged to my grandmother,” he said. “Definitely not Mom.”

  I raised my arms, and he slipped it onto me and took a step back. “Better but not quite.” He gestured at his groin. It was saluting me fully. “Now I need to cover this up or I would offend some old blue-haired lady who might just show up to this charity event.”

  “You can wear this cardigan, and I can wear something else,” I suggested.

  “No,” Max said coming up to me and wrapping his arms around my waist. He bent down until his lips were on mine, kissing me, while I kissed back. His tongue met mine, and it was like a fire combusted over us. He groaned as he pulled me in closer, pressing his hard-on against my crotch, kissing me with a passion that made me open my legs trying to grind myself on his hard-on through his pants. “I want so much more of you,” Max said. “I want to see you, I want to fuck deep into you until I can’t feel anything but just you.”

  There was a loud knock at the door, and then a deep voice. “Haven? Where are you? Are you in there?”

  It was Tristan.

  Max’s lips came off of mine, and he said, “Shit. He sure knows how to spoil the mood.”

  He tidied me up and then ran a hand through his hair before he opened the door. “Tristan, fancy seeing you here.”

  “Is Haven here?” Tristan asked. I could see him glancing into the room through the open door and Max’s arms holding the door open.

  I walked out, tossing the cardigan onto the bed. If people were going to bid on me for a date, they might as well see the real me. It was for charity after all.

  “I’m here, Tristan,” I said looking at his face as I walked pass Max through the open doors. I glanced over at Max and smiled.

  Max smiled back. He reached over to grab my hand and squeezed it. “Remember what I said,” he said leaning in to kiss me on the mouth in front of Tristan.

  “I’ll see you later,” I whispered into his ear. “You’ll be my champion tonight, and the date afterwards will be a continuation of what we just started.”

  Max’s eyes lit up, and he grinned.

  I walked pass Tristan, ignoring him as I walked down the hallway. He caught up to me and grabbed my wrist. “What happened between you and Max Bradshaw?” he demanded.

  “He’s hot,” I said. “Very attractive and fun to be around. I like him,” I said.

  Tristan’s face turned dark. “You will not be seeing him again.”

  “Why?” I asked. “What’s it to you who I see and don’t see, who I become friends with, and who I want to fuck?”

  Tristan’s face became livid. “You are not letting his dick into you. I’ve already established whose dick can go into you, and that’s mine. Only mine.”

  “What the hell?” I let out. “I’m beginning to think so what if Mom saw that tape of you fucking me. That may get Mom to divorce your father and us to move out, but it will also put you into jail. Why? Because of the way you’ve been forcing me, Tristan to only be with you. I may want it, but at the same time…you are not the only one I want.”

  Tristan’s face looked like he would explode. “Whose dicks do you want in you besides mine?”

  I looked at him and said, “Does it matter who? It could be anyone. But from what I feel right now…I’m certainly not going to choose yours over anyone else’s for now.”

  “Really?” Tristan asked, his eyes narrowed.

  “Yes, really,” I said looking hard at him.

  He moved up so close to me, my breasts were squeezed against his chest. His chest was moving up and down, and I could feel the thundering of his heart pumping hard against his chest.

  He made a fist which looked like he wanted to punch me, but he punched the wall behind me instead, opening up a door to a room behind me. He pushed me through and closed the door.

  We were in total darkness. I could feel Tristan pushing up my skirt until his hand was on my pussy, palming it, squeezing, sticking two of his fingers into me. His breathing was hard, ragged. “God help me,” he whispered against my ear. “I want you so badly. I can’t think of anything else.”

  “Well…I don’t want you,” I lied, although my body was saying otherwise. My body was on fire for him.

  I heard a loud intake of air. Then he let it out. “You can’t really mean that, Haven,” he said. “I could feel how aroused you are right now.”

  “Maybe it’s because of what Max and I were doing before you interrupted us,” I said. “I still haven’t stopped thinking of it.”

  “Fuck Max,” Tristan said.

  “You can’t have me,” I said.

  “Yeah?” Tristan said, unzipping his pants. I felt my skirt moved to the side and then something cold and hard was against me. His silver piercings were cold against the heat of my folds, but when he pushed through, I yelped. I was so tight, and he was huge, with all his piercings…I felt every stud, rings, and his ridges.

  “Does that feel good, Haven?” Tristan asked.

  I bit my lips from screaming in ecstasy. “Yes,” I moaned deeply. “Oh my God yes!”

  He moved slowly in further to touch his tip to the back of me.

  “God!” I cried out, pressing myself so tight against his root I was clenching my teeth.

  “Fucking good,” Tristan let out a shaky hoarse breath. He moved his hips as he slid his staff along my walls in and out, building the intense pleasure in me to the point I clawed at his back and squeezed so tight into him, we released at the same time.

  He held me so tight afterwards, I rested my head against his chest.

  His hand lifted my chin so his face was facing his, and then he took my mouth in his, kissing me as passionately as the way he took my virginity. I kissed him back, hungrily, wanting more of him.

  He answered by plunging his dick into me again so hard that I fell against the wall behind me while he pumped vigorously and forcefully deep into me.

  “Oh my God,” I cried out. “So fucking good. I want more!”

  He pumped me as fast as he could then slow down into long deep earth-shattering strokes. “My God, I can’t get enough of you,” Tristan whispered against my hair. “I crave you like I crave the air I breathe.”

  He rammed me so hard I climbed several feet up on the wall before he pulled out, and lifted me slightly until his mouth was eating out my pussy. “Yeah, so delicious. I’m skipping dinner to eat you instead,” Tristan snarled. “I’ve been wanting to eat you up all night long when I saw you walked down the stairs in that dress, showing your pussy every time you took a step. God that was hot, Haven.”

  He ate me some more until I climax, cumming into his mouth as he swallowed.

  He licked me dry and kissed me. “That’s so you remember who ate out your cunt tonight and licked you dry.”

  My stomach clenched from his words.

  He fixed my skirt and his pants and turned on the light to the room.

  We looked around. It was like no other room I have ever seen before. More like some kind of wax museum of oddities. Taxidermy animals, wax figures, old antique rifles. “Looks like some kind of storage for their prized family heirlooms,” I said.

  “Yeah,” Tristan said. “That could be it. Or maybe, like I was trying to warn you earlier, Max and his family were just a bunch of weirdos.”

  “He seemed very normal to me,” I said.

  “That’s beca
use you don’t know him very well.”

  “What I do see, I like,” I said.

  Tristan almost growled. “You’re not going to date him.”

  “So when do you get to decide that?” I asked.

  “When your mother married into the Triton family. Everything is decided for you then, little step-sis.” He lifted my chin to look directly into my eyes. “The only way to gain your freedom back is if you get out of this family. Then I’ll let you be.”

  “Jerk,” I said, pushing him out of the way as I opened the door and walked out into the empty hallway.

  Chapter 9