Fuck.
“Hey,” he whispers, gently sliding his knuckles over my outer thigh. “You alright?”
I laugh lightly and untangle myself from his body, dropping down on my back to stare at the ceiling a while.
Am I alright, he says.
Fucking idiot.
“Wren–”
“Why the fuck are you still here?”
He tenses and I risk a glance at him, doing my best to force my features even when I catch the look on his face. His eyes are bloodshot and he’s covered in cuts and bruises, but that’s not what’s hurting him.
I’m hurting him.
Good.
I want his pain like he gets mine.
I want all of it.
He turns like he’s about to touch me but I slowly shake my head, looking him dead in the eye while I lie to his face, same way he did me. “I hate you.”
He flinches like I slapped him and I move to leave, locking my jaw when he snatches my wrist to stop me. He yanks me into him and I shove him off just as quick, but then he pins me down on my back and straddles my hips, leaning over me to get in my face.
“Show me.”
“What?”
“You wanna play pretend?” he teases, pulling me back when I try to look away. “Quit bein’ a little bitch and show me. Show me how much you hate me, baby.”
I glare and he smirks, slowly dragging his bottom lip through his teeth like he’s taunting me with it. That sets me off and I grab the fucker by the jaw, spinning on him until I’m on top with his thighs spread out either side of mine.
“Careful what you wish for, baby.”
His eyes darken with need and I twist his neck to the side so I don’t have to look at him, dipping my head to bite the pulsing vein there. He moans like he likes it and I pull his boxers down to his ankles, blindly reaching over to grab the lube from the nightstand. He slides his hands over my waist but I smack them away, pinning his wrists to the bed above his head.
“You don’t get to touch me.”
“You can’t be serious.”
I grin and flick the cap open with my teeth, coating my middle finger with lube to tease his ass with it. His hips buck and I lift my eyes to look at him, enjoying the way his mouth parts when I push the tip inside him.
“Fuck.”
“You like that?”
He nods and I push in a little further, leaning over him to watch his reaction while I finger him there. His breathing turns ragged and he grinds his cock against mine, already wanting more. He doesn’t deserve more, but I give it to him anyway because I can’t fucking help myself. I twist my finger and pull it out to add a second one, crooking them inside him to tease the spot I know’ll drive him crazy.
“Oh my fucking god,” he chokes out, dropping his eyes to my mouth. “Wren.”
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
I laugh lightly at that, purposely dipping my head to ghost my lips over his. “You want my mouth, Lev? Fuckin’ take it. I dare you.”
He does and I growl, releasing my hold on his wrists to wrap my hand around his throat. I choke the bastard with my tongue and he digs his nails into my waist, eagerly rolling his hips on me to fuck my hand. I pull my fingers out to deny him and push my boxers down over my thighs, snatching the lube from the sheet to cover my cock with it. He leans up on his elbows to watch me but I shove his ass back down, positioning myself between his legs to slide the tip over his hole.
“This might hurt.”
“I don’t c–”
I push it inside him and he grunts out a curse, wrapping his hands around my neck to yank me down on him. I groan at the feel of him and he lifts his ass off the bed, pulling me in deeper until I’m buried balls deep inside him. All the built up tension leaves my body on an exhale and I drop my forehead on his, stupidly allowing him to take the pain the way only he knows how.
I don’t hate him.
I’m fucking trying, damn near forcing myself to make him suffer for what he did to me – for what he did to my fucking sister – but I can’t fucking do it.
I love him so much it hurts and it’s fucking killing me.
“Fuck, baby,” he whispers, taking my face in his hands to force my eyes to his. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“Fuck you.”
He bites his lip to hide a stupid ass grin so I dip my head to bite it for him, hard, clenching my teeth around his flesh until I taste his blood on my tongue. He jerks beneath me and I smirk, scraping my nails over his abs to wrap my fist around his cock. A sexy little whimper escapes his throat and I rake my free hand through his hair, pulling his head back to take his mouth with mine.
“You’re so fucking hard for me,” I rasp, sliding my hand from the base to the tip and back again. “You gonna come for me with my cock in your ass?”
He nods and I tighten my grip on him, shifting my hips a little bit to get the angle I want. I fuck him hard and deep and he moans again, rolling his hips on me to fuck me back hit for hit. I suck on his tongue the same way I’d suck his dick and he goes fucking nuts, clenching his ass around me so hard he makes my eyes roll. His cock pulses in my hand and I look down, damn near losing my mind at the sight of his cum shooting up all over his abs. I pin his hips with mine to finish inside him and he wraps his hands around my neck, holding me down on him like he’s afraid I’m about to make a run for it.
I don’t make a run for it.
I should, but I don’t.
Instead I slide my arms around his waist and drop my face to the crook of his neck, passing out again with my dick in his ass and a few thoughts that have no business filling my head.
I’m so fucking fucked.
Chapter Thirty-One
Wren
Kai: Come work out with us. You’re gettin’ skinny.
Wren: Fuck off.
I drop my phone down on my lap and run my hands through my hair, looking up when Callie walks through the den a couple minutes later like a brat on a mission.
Of fucking course they’d send her to babysit me.
Assholes.
She gets one look at me and sighs, walking out to snatch the drink from my hand. She sniffs it like she’s expecting it to be water and scrunches her nose when she finds it’s not, tossing the vodka over the balcony before placing the empty glass down on the coffee table. I raise a brow and lean forward to pour myself another one, growling when she tosses that, too.
“The fuck, Callie?”
“No more drinking.”
“Says who?”
“Says me.”
I drop back in my seat and she drops down beside me, looking off to the pier in the distance while she hands me a hot coffee and a couple aspirin. I take both and she lifts her bare legs across my thighs, stealing my joint from the ash tray to burn the tip.
“Where’s Levi?”
“Don’t care.”
“You’re a shitty liar, ganja man.”
I roll my eyes at that, wrapping my arm around her waist to pull her up onto my lap. “He’s in the shower.”
She nods, tipping her head back on my shoulder to look at me. “He let you top him, didn’t he?”
My eyes cut to hers and I frown, shaking my head at her when she grins like a pig in shit.
“You heard us.”
“Kinda hard not to,” she throws back, wiggling her brows. “Was it hot? It sounded hot.”
I laugh lightly and steal the joint from her hand, looking up when my dad walks out through the balcony doors with a scary ass glare on his face that makes him look an awful lot like Damon, only meaner.
Fucking lovely.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“What’s it look like?”
“It looks like you’re skipping school and getting drunk and high at eleven o clock in the goddamn morning,” he bites out, working his jaw when I say nothing. “What the hell happened to your face?”
I don’t answer that.
“Fucking hell,
Wren,” he growls, stepping closer to snatch the vodka from the side. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop fucking fighting? Do you want to go to jail? Or rehab? Because that’s exactly where you’re headed if you don’t stop this shi–”
“I’m gay.”
He stops yelling at me and Callie chokes on her coffee, awkwardly bouncing her eyes between me and him with her mouth parted. “I’m gonna go.. do somethin’ else,” she mutters, standing to scurry off through the door he just came through.
I roll my lips and he stares at me, slowly moving closer to sit down on the edge of the coffee table in front of me. “W–What did you just say?”
“I’m gay,” I repeat, leaning back on the couch to smoke my joint. “Actually, I think it’s called gay for you but that’s besides the point. I fell for a fucking guy and he lied to me. Got my heart broken all over again.”
He frowns at that, and I don’t miss the flash of hurt in his eyes when he catches the hurt in mine. “What do you mean he lied to you?”
I sigh and tip my head back to look at the clouds, hesitating a while before I decide to tell him the truth. “Zane Kincaid killed someone a couple years ago and me and Levi saw him do it. He made us help him bury the body and Killian Matthews found out about it, had one of his guards film us without us knowing and held onto it for safe keeping. He convinced Freya to come back to Westbrook to blackmail me with it and she did, told me if I didn’t marry her she’d give the video to the cops and send me to jail.”
His nostrils flare and he opens his mouth to say something, but I’m not done yet.
“Some other stuff happened and Killian shot someone in the face, kidnapped us and took us to this warehouse in LA so he could kill me, Damon and Kai without anyone seeing. We found out he and his best friend raped Callie when she was fifteen and made Levi watch, took turns beating the shit out of him when he tried to save her. He did save her, sort of, twice, actually, but it doesn’t really matter. He knew who she was this whole fucking time and he didn’t fucking tell me,” I choke out, forcing myself to take a breath before I continue. “Killian’s obsessed with Callie and he’s been kicking Levi’s ass since he was a kid. He’s also a psycho drug boss named Louis. Practically untouchable. He wants Callie to divorce Damon so she can marry Levi as part of some deal he made with Jason O’Conner and for the rest of us to disappear without a trace.”
He pulls on the tie wrapped around his throat while he attempts to process all that, then he leans his elbows on his knees and drops his head in his hands. “Fuck.”
Yeah. Fuck.
“Where is Killian right now?”
“We don’t know.”
“Where’s the tape he was blackmailing you with?”
“Zane burned it.”
“Where’s Freya?”
“Gone.”
“And Levi..” he lifts his eyes, tipping his chin at my split up knuckles. “He’s got the black eye to match?”
I shrug, gently running my thumb over the sore spot. “He deserved it.”
“You’re in love with him.”
I wince before I can stop it and he links his fingers together, dipping his head to catch my eyes.
“Wren, talk to me.”
“I don’t know what to do, Dad,” I whisper, fighting the stupid ass tears creeping their way back up to the surface. “Tell me what to do.”
He sighs and glances off, staring at the pier a minute before he looks back to me. “Do you still want him?”
My jaw ticks and I drop my eyes to my lap, flicking my lighter to relight my joint. “He lied to m–”
“That’s not what I asked you,” he cuts in, snatching the joint to toss it over his shoulder. “It’s a simple question, son. You either want him or you don’t. Which is it?”
I open my mouth to lie to him and he cocks his head, making me laugh. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Wren.”
“Yes, I still want him, okay?”
“Okay,” he nods, shrugging like it’s obvious. “You want something, you take it, you make it yours. Sounds pretty damn simple to me, Wren.”
There’s that word again.
Simple.
“What about Callie?”
He raises a brow at that, seeing right through me and my bullshit. “Did she ask you not to be with him?”
“Course not,” I mutter, rolling my eyes when he ruffles my hair and stands to leave. “Where are you going?”
“To double your security and figure out a way to bury the motherfucker who thinks he can hurt my kids,” he informs me, turning to point a finger at my face. “You stay the fuck away from Killian Matthews until I give you my say so. Got it?”
There’s no point arguing so I nod, leaning over to grab the joint he tossed just now. “I got it.”
“Wren.”
“What, Dad?”
He hesitates, patiently waiting for my eyes to hit his. “Besides you and your brothers, I’d give every fucking thing I have to get your mom back.”
My chest tightens and I blink, swallowing the lump in my throat when I catch the look on his face. “Dad.”
“Just..” he trails off, sliding his thumb over the edge of his wedding ring. “Don’t waste it, okay?”
I can’t speak so I say nothing, silently watching his back while he moves for the door.
“And get your skinny ass back to that school first thing tomorrow morning or I’ll drag you to the gate myself.”
I frown at that, looking down to slide a hand over my abs. “Am I really gettin’ skinny?”
“A little bit, yeah.”
Goddamnit.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Wren
They think Freya broke me.
Again.
My brothers are on edge, Callie looks like she’s about to throw down with a pair of pom-poms, and I’m about thirty seconds away from losing my shit because fuck, every other person I pass looks at me like I’m someone they get to pity and it’s pissing me off.
I don’t want their pity.
What I want stands at the other end of this hall with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on the floor, ignoring whatever Ryan’s saying to him while he stares at the empty space in front of him.
He looks so fucking lost.
Just as I think it, his eyes hit mine and I hold them there, locking my jaw when the cheerleaders beside me start running their mouths again. I can’t hear what they’re saying considering they’re all whispering shit like the petty little girls they are, but I’m not stupid. Rumour is Freya cheated on me with Derek and Levi this time, fucked them both as part of some twisted revenge plan for breaking up with her the way I did two years ago, then ran back to New York and left me here with yet another broken heart. I don’t know how Levi got roped into their dumb ass conspiracy theory, but it’s probably got something to do with the fact that he’s got a broken face and I’ve got a broken knuckle.
They think I kicked his ass for fucking my girl.
I almost laugh at the thought.
Fucking please.
Anything I do to Levi has nothing to do with Freya Thorne and everything to do with him.
He’s the one under my skin.
He’s the one I can’t stop thinking about.
He’s fucking everything to me.
He blinks like he heard me and I lick my lips, unable to fight the pull. That familiar ache in my heart begs me to go to him, only I don’t ignore it this time.
Fuck it.
I toss my books back into my locker and slam the door shut, pleased with myself when the cheerleaders jump and spin to face me. A deathly silence fills the hallway and every head turns my way, hungry for the drama, it seems, but I’m not mad about it.
I’m gonna show every motherfucker in here who I belong to, because it sure as shit isn’t her.
“Wren, what are you doing?” Callie whispers, dropping her jaw when it hits her. “Oh, hell, yes.”
I laugh lightly and keep walking, enj
oying the way Levi’s brows jump when he realizes I’m coming right for him. Ryan takes a couple steps back and I stop right in front of Levi, slowly walking him back until his ass hits his locker. He jumps a little bit and I wrap my hand around his throat, gently running my thumb over the vein throbbing against the side of his neck.
Mine.
“Uh..” he clears his throat, unsure what to do with himself in front of about fifty people watching our every move. “Sup, man?”
I hide a grin and lean over him to crowd his space, speaking quietly so only he can hear me. “Kiss me, Lev.”
His mouth parts and he blinks, quickly cutting his eyes left and right. “Right now?”
“Right fuckin’ n–”
He doesn’t need to be told twice.
He snatches my waist to pull me into him and smashes his mouth on mine, claiming me as his right here for all to see. Rachel squeals like a four year old and the hall erupts into chaos, but I don’t give a fuck.
I’m done hiding.
Done pretending I don’t want him.
I’m fucking done.
I wrap both hands around his neck and he tightens his grip on me, walking me back towards the bathroom across the hall. “You still mad?”
“So fuckin’ mad.”
“But you love me?”
“So fuckin’ much.”
He grins over my mouth and pushes me back against the door, flicking the lock next to my hip. “Say it.”
“I love you,” I rasp, raking my hands through his hair to hold him there. “I love you so much it hurts.”
He sucks on my bottom lip and I shiver, tipping my head back to give him access to my neck. He takes what I offer him and bruises my skin with his mark, pinning my hips to the wood to rub his cock against mine.
“Lev..”
“What, baby?”
“I need to come.”
He drops to his knees and I curse, looking down to watch him pull my cock from my jeans. His eyes hit mine and he wraps his lips around me, pulling me in until the tip hits the back of his throat. I moan and he smirks, the cocky fucker, sliding his hands over my thighs while he chokes himself on my cock.
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