Tarnished Vow: A Student Teacher Forbidden Dark Romance (Boys of St. Augustine Book 2)

by R Holmes

  Sebastian

  The carnival created a shift in Presley. I could feel the unspoken change in her. Heaviness hung in the air, draping us both, but if anything, she pulled me closer. I expected her to retreat into herself after last night, but she held on tighter. Clutched my hand harder. Her kisses grew needier, her touch more desperate. But I knew her. I could see past it.

  It fucking terrified me. I was so caught up, so fucking obsessed with this girl I didn't even know who I was anymore. Someone who put more into another person than ever before. The second I drop the bags on the floor, she's moving towards me, sealing her lips over mine. Frantically, she slides her hand under the fabric of my T-shirt, dragging her nails down my stomach towards the waistband of my pants.

  It takes me by surprise because she’s generally not the one to initiate. And never so frantically. I break the kiss, pulling back slightly, "Babe, slow down. What's going on?"

  "I just need to forget, Sebastian. Please," she begs. The pain in her eyes causes my heart to fucking break. I told her I'd never let anyone hurt her again and I’d save her from herself if that’s what it took to fulfill that promise. I knew what it was like to want to leave it all behind and forget that your entire world is a mess because I feel it every day.

  I yank her towards me and kiss her, like it's the last time I'll ever be able to. I give her what she needs, praying that I'm enough to drown out the rest. Her tongue tangles with mine. Desperate. Even flush with me, she can't get close enough. Her touch pleads for more. Hoisting her up, I walk us over to the bed, and lay her down in front of me. Quickly shedding my clothes, I remove hers next.

  Shirt. Pants, Bra.

  I peel the lace down her legs, leaving her bare for me, then drop to my knees at the edge of the bed, and pull her down to the edge. I could eat her pussy every day for the rest of my life and still be the same starving man I was before.

  "Do you trust me?" I whisper, grazing my teeth along the flesh of her inner thigh.

  She looks down at me and nods, hesitantly.

  "I want to try something, but I need to know that you trust me." I walk over to my bag and pull the tie from my bag. I don't know how she'll react, but I want to try. Since the first time I noticed how her skin flushed red, I've wanted to spank her ass and watch the tie restrain her, leaving the same red marks on her wrists.

  It’s something about control that turns me on. The ability to have full control over my partner's pleasure yet still have complete trust and transparency. Surrendering yourself to your partner and trusting them to treat you with respect. Out of all of the things in my life I don’t have control over, this is one that I do.

  I walk back to the bed, and hold the tie up to show her.

  "Can I show you, Pres? Will you trust me?"

  Her eyes are wide and unsure. Obviously it isn't something she's ever tried but I hope like fuck she will agree.

  Another nod. Her eyes squeeze shut as I trail the silk tie down her chest, between her tits, grazing the nipple lightly. Her back arches when I inch lower, and lower until the fabric brushes against her clit.

  "Oh…” She moans.

  "Give me your wrists Pres. Close your eyes and don't open them until I tell you to, understand?"

  Her eyes heat with my demand, and she sucks her plump lip into her mouth. Maybe some part of her does want this same control that I crave, maybe she'll love it as much as I do. I place my hand on her hip and flip her onto her stomach in one swift motion, then gather her wrists together behind her back. Gently, but firmly tying them together with the silk tie. Tight enough to bind her, but loose enough it doesn't hurt her.

  Leaning over her, I whisper, "If you want me to stop, all you have to do is say it."

  She nods.

  I step back to admire her. Wrists bound, her face pressed against the plush mattress and her ass up in the air, giving me the best fucking view of her pretty pussy.

  Fuck.

  She's perfect in every way. And she's mine.

  Grabbing two handfuls of her ass, I squeeze them and spread her apart, admiring her pussy. I can't get enough of her. Her taste, her scent, I could stare at her all day.

  I lean down and suck her clit into my mouth, laughing as she pushes back against my face.

  "Sebastian," she moans when I stick my tongue inside of her, fucking her with my tongue. Eating her from behind is even better than on her desk, or maybe it's that each time that I have her just gets better and better. I settle on the bed behind her, my hands still gripping her ass, spreading her apart and spit onto her pussy, making sure she's ready for me.

  She groans feeling my spit coat and drip down her pussy, and it makes me even fucking harder. Her pert ass wiggles back and forth as she taunts me, begging for more. I wrap my fist around my cock and drag it through her folds, rubbing the blunt head against her clit. Her back arches, as a breathy moan leaves her lips.

  It's been too fucking long since I've been inside of her.

  I press my cock against her entrance and slowly, excruciatingly slowly sink inside of her until I'm bottomed out inside of her. So deep I can feel the barrier of her cervix pressing against my cock.

  "Oh god," she cries, wiggling her hips trying to create friction.

  "Baby," I groan.

  She's impossibly tight, heaven wrapped around my cock. I'm wild for this girl. Fucking unrestrained and obsessed. I pull out gently, only to slam backside of her in a thrust that causes the globes of her ass to jiggle. I love her body. Curvy in all the places that make my mouth water.

  Her hands are bound behind her back making her a picture out of every wet dream I've ever had. She puts each of those dreams to shame.

  Each time the head of my cock hits the wall deep inside of her she cries out, her moans echoing in the room sending a shiver down my spine. It doesn't take long to surrender to the fire in my veins. Pleasure builds, licking at the base of my spine, spreading to my balls that slap against her skin. Building and building, until I'm thrusting deep and coming.

  A guttural groan leaves my lips as she cries out, over and over I spurt inside of her, her tightness milking every last drop from me until I'm empty. I pull out of her gently and my eyes immediately watch as my cum drips out of her.

  It's erotic, and fuck, I feel like I'm claiming her in the most primal way.

  "Bound, thoroughly fucked with my cum dripping out of you… just when I thought you couldn't get any more damning, you do."

  I grunt and gather my cum that seeps out of her with the tip of my finger and push it back inside of her. She clenches around my finger, pulling it deeper inside of her and my dick already stirs back to life. I know tonight was a lot for her, and I don’t want to scare her off, so I pull my fingers from her, and quickly undo the tie around her wrists, helping her off of the bed.

  “That was…” She trails off, her cheeks pink with a blush.

  “Mmm, and it’s only just beginning, baby.” I grin teasingly. I loved that I could be playful with Presley and she takes it in stride.

  Gathering her into my arms I pull her back down beside me on the bed, and hold onto her until I feel her breathing even out. Eventually, I feel myself starting to doze after the long day of traveling, exhaustion hits me full force. The last thing I remember thinking before my eyes drift shut is I wasn’t sure what I did to deserve Presley but one thing was for sure… I was never going to let go.

  22

  Sebastian

  Sun streams through the sheer fabric of the hotel curtains. The golden hue painting the exposed pale skin of Presley's back and ass that peeks out from the edge of the sheet. I'd been up for hours, unable to sleep, watching as her chest moved in steady succession. I could've stayed this way for even longer, just watching her breathe, counting the faint spread of freckles on the bridge of her nose.

  My life is filled with uncertainties, but one thing I was completely certain of.

  I love Presley.

  I love every single thing about her. The imperfect, crookedne
ss of her nose. Her snort laugh that leave her in tears once she's done. The terrible movie taste. Even that damn cat that I was dead set on hating. Presley was deadly. She found the spot in my heart that bled only for her. No longer mine, but wholly hers. The queen taking her rightful throne. And I loved this girl so fucking much.

  The word alone terrified me. The thought crippled me. I didn't give a fuck about love. I didn't know how to love, not growing up in a house with my father. Or so I thought. Then I realized I would sacrifice whatever it was Presley asked me to, no question. I'd tell my father to go fuck himself. The Pierce fortune? I'd light the match and watch it all burn for her.

  I knew I loved Presley the moment I realized I was scared to lose her. I wasn't afraid of anything, nothing I could think of affected me the way that the thought of losing her does. Imagining a life that existed without her causes a wave of panic to claw its way up my throat. It just isn’t a fucking option. Ever.

  She stirs in her sleep, her eyelids fluttering, pulling me from my thoughts. My fingers dance along her spine, and she shivers in response. Even in her sleep her body reacts to my touch.

  Looking at the clock on the bedside, I realize it's time for us to get up and ready anyway, but I don't want to move from this bed. If I had my way, we'd stay here, me inside of her for the next week. But as it happens, I don't.

  I lean over, kissing a path down her spine until I make it to her ass. Fuck, it's the most perfect ass on the planet and I'd fight anyone who tried to say any different. So pert, round, and bounced when I pounded into her from behind. It was the perfect size for my hands. I nibble, suck and lick downwards, spreading her legs open in my pursuit.

  She moans lightly when my teeth graze her skin, but she doesn't open her eyes yet.

  From this angle I have the perfect view of her pussy. The rosy, pink color of her lips, the slight peek of her clit, the tight rosebud of her asshole. One day, I'd fuck her there too. I'd do it all with her.

  I part her with my fingers and take a long, languid lick from her asshole to her clit. The tip of my tongue dips inside of her, fucking her, lapping at the wetness. When I slide my finger inside of her, then she stirs, lifting her head to look back at me.

  "Mmmm, you better be careful Sebastian, a girl could get used to this."

  Her smile, teasing and bright, steals the breath from my lungs. She was so goddamn perfect.

  "The best wakeup call in the city, baby. "

  She only sighs, falling back on to the bed as I eat her pussy. Within seconds, she's falling apart. Already primed and ready for me to slide into her tight heat. I settle behind her and grip her hips, pulling her onto all fours before sinking slowly inside of her. My hands fist her ass, using it as leverage to fuck her.

  The louder she moans, the harder I pound into her. Before long, I feel myself edging closer and closer to coming too soon, so I abruptly pull out of her tight heat even though it fucking kills me to do so.

  I fall onto the bed beside her and guide her on top of me, now that she’s fully awake, her pupils dilated with lust, her nipples hard and taut, begging to be sucked. Slowly, torturously so, she sinks down on me, taking in every inch of my inside of her. I have to bite my lip to hold back the groan that threatens to spill from my lips.

  “Goddamnit Presley,” I breathe.

  Her nails scrape down my abs, over each and every ridge, and my hands find her hips as I thrust into her.

  She rolls her hips, while her clit brushes against my skin, sending us both closer and closer to the edge.

  "More," she whispers raggedly.

  My hands grab her hips, thrusting into her in hard, punishing thrusts. Harder, more brutal with each passing moment.

  This time between us is different. More wild, more chaotic… more… us.

  Bringing my thumb to her clit, I rub rough circles, just like I know she needs, until the walls of her pussy clench as she falls over the edge. Her entire body trembles with a powerful orgasm, and I thrust as far as I can inside of her and let go. I move her hips back and forth, in slow circles as I empty myself inside of her. After a few moments of breathless moans, she collapses in a heap on top of me, my cock still seated to the hilt inside of her. I make no move to pull out.

  Just like every other time I’m inside of her, it’s heaven. I’m convinced she was made for me, without a question, without a doubt.

  Presley Ambrose is going to kill me and I am going to die one happy man.

  After another round… all right two rounds, of making Presley come, we meet the guys downstairs. She’s quiet, but sighing happily into my arm as we walk to the truck. I hate to keep her in the dark, hate that I can’t be completely honest with her, but I know that it’s necessary. I can’t give her half ass information and truthfully, we didn’t even know what the fuck was actually going on.

  We all get inside the truck without speaking, the air heavy around us. The entire trip we don’t speak. Anything I think of saying seems wrong so I keep my mouth shut until we pull down a quiet, residential street.

  When Rhys eases the Tahoe to a stop in front of the two story brownstone, I'd be lying if I said I’m not nervous as fuck. I’m jittery, unable to sit still or focus. Almost like I’m high off the worst buildup in fucking history. I know shit will be changing after tonight. Call it intuition. The feeling in my bones that life would never be the same once we walk back out of those doors. I didn't know what would happen, or what we would learn but the knowing feeling in the pit of my stomach told me that it wasn't anything we wanted to hear.

  I wasn't even sure what we were expecting to hear, or fuck even what we wanted to hear. All I know was that any of us would do whatever it takes to protect Ezra and free him from whatever it is that’s consuming him. We are going to set him free if it is the last thing that we do.

  Ezra's hand shakes slightly, clutching the torn notebook paper bearing the address. This is what we came for. Answers. Didn’t mean that any of us were ready to hear them.

  "You ready?" Rhys looks at him, his brow furrowing together in worry.

  "No," he whispers. "But, I have to be." He finally looks up and his dark eyes are stormy, clouded with the same pain that has consumed him since he came home. He’s tortured. Torn between the truth and the agony of its aftermath.

  Presley's hand squeezes mine, and I drag my gaze from Ezra and Rhys to her small hand entwined with mine in my lap. Her thumb rubs back and forth over the skin in a comforting gesture, and it hits me square in the fucking chest. She truly has no idea what’s going on. She knows we're looking for answers for something dealing with Ezra but that's it. Yet, she can feel my unease and is offering the only thing she knows how to. It's more than enough. It gives me the strength to face this shit head on. And the fact that she doesn’t expect answers I’m not prepared to give. She doesn’t press or get upset at me because I wasn't willing to give up secrets that weren't mine.

  She understands and stood by my side anyway.

  That shit means things I don't even truly understand right now. All I know is I fucking love her. By whatever name she wants to go by. In whatever life she wants to live, I'll fucking love her through it. I couldn't pinpoint when it happened, but somehow I had fallen so fucking in love with her, I couldn't close my eyes without seeing her face in the dark.

  "No matter what happens in there, you're not going to do it alone. We'll be by your side through it all."

  Ezra nods and sucks in a deep breath before opening his door and stepping out. The guys get out behind him, giving me a second alone with Pres.

  "We won't be long. Lock the doors, don't answer for anyone unless it's one of us."

  "Should I be worried?" she asks, nervously biting her lip.

  I run my thumb along the bottom and tug it free from her teeth.

  "No, but I want you to be cautious. Always."

  I don’t want to leave her, but I have to. I can’t let my brothers do this alone, and she'd never ask me to choose. It isn’t who she is.

  "
I'll be back in a few. Keep your phone by you." I bring my lips to hers, lingering for a moment, until the kiss turns from chaste to hot. I groan, "I have to go."

  "Be safe."

  I give her a small nod before opening the door and joining the guys outside.

  "You ready?" Rhys asks.

  "Let's do this."

  We walk together up the winding path to the front of the house. Its brown shutters are nearly rotten, hanging out to the hinges by a thread. Whoever owned the house did a shit job with the upkeep. The paint was peeling, the bushes were overgrown, and the bottom step of the porch whined with the pressure of us. It stood out like a sore thumb in a neighborhood of nice houses. The black sheep if there ever was one. It seemed like an omen to what we were about to deal with.

  "You bleed, I bleed," Alec tells Ezra, giving him a bump of his fist.

  It's Rhys not Ez who reaches out to ring the doorbell. Who fucking knows if it'll even actually work by the looks of everything else.

  A few moments later, the door swings open revealing a short, petite blonde girl with a pixie cut and a scowl. She comes up to Rhys' chest, and looks about as intimidating as fucking Tinker Bell. The comparison is actually pretty spot on. Her eyes are wide and blue, lined with thick black shit, and her lips were black to match.

  A gothic Tinker Bell with looks to kill.

  The corner of Alec’s lips turn up into a cheeky grin.

  "You must be Alec?" she asks, her eyes roll when her eyes zero in on him. Her voice matches her goth Tinker Bell persona and I feel inherently better about the situation.

  He steps forward. "One and only." He extends a hand towards her which she stares at like a foreign object.

  "Come in before you’re seen, hurry up."

  She ushers us inside and slams the door behind her, locking the twelve deadbolts on the back of the door. And there goes the “feeling better” part. She doesn’t speak while she leads us down a dark hallway, down a flight of stairs into a dark, musty basement. When we’re inside, she closes the door and whips around to us. Her eyes dart nervously to the door and back several times before she speaks. "Let me be clear, the only reason you’re here is because Alec has something that I need. Hence the reason you’re standing in my basement. That's it. I also want to tell you that you are way in over your fucking heads, and if you're not careful you're all going to end up dead."