Hate You: A Dark High School Bully Romance

by Bella King

  She flashed a smile. “I’ll drive, because I don’t want my parents seeing your car in the driveway.”

  “Are they home?” I asked.

  “Probably not, but they’re a little unpredictable. I think they went out for the week without telling me.”

  “Sounds like the perfect week to me,” I replied, silently celebrating in my head. This was going to be too easy. With nobody home but Scarlet and I, the entire house was going to be at my fingertips when she went to sleep.

  “Sounds like you need to behave yourself. You’re just coming over to hang out,” she cautioned.

  “Of course,” I said, knowing that wasn’t the case. I wasn’t nearly that stupid.

  Scarlet took my hand in hers, leading me away from the school and to her car. Her touch was so soft and so lovely that I almost forgot to hate her. It was funny how that worked.

  Chapter 17

  Scarlet

  I knew what Dylan was after, and I was tempting fate by bringing him over to my house. He had his hand on my thigh the entire way there, creeping it up my skirt slowly until we arrived. When I pulled into the driveway, his hand was playing with the edge of my panties, making me wetter than I had ever been.

  Fuck, if things continued like this, I wouldn’t even make it to the bedroom before I was naked, and he was inside of me. The feels he was giving me were that intense. I doubted that this would end in another way.

  My parents weren’t home, which was a blessing. I was afraid that in all the excitement, they would come and interrupt us, killing a beautiful moment. Currently, they were still out on their getaway, probably more to do with business than anything else. They weren’t terribly keen on taking any real vacations. Even when they did end up on a beach somewhere, it was usually to meet with some oil tycoon and do business.

  Out of sight, out of mind. I didn’t have to worry about them tonight, so I was free to enjoy the house fully with Dylan. I could tell he was eager to get to the action, but I wanted to take things slower. This probably wasn’t his first time, but for me it was.

  “Do you want a tour of the house?” I asked him as I unlocked the door.

  He nodded enthusiastically.

  I was surprised by this, because I had assumed that he was going to jump on me and take me right in the hallway as soon as we got inside. Clearly, he was more of a gentleman than I thought he was.

  I let us both in and slipped out of my shoes at the door, leaving my socks on because it was always just a little bit too cold in the house. My mother kept the A/C on full blast during the summer, even as the weather began to cool down.

  “Wow,” I heard Dylan exclaim from behind me. I turned to see him standing at the doorway, his hands planted on his small hips, marveling at his surroundings.

  I laughed. “If you like the hallway so much, you’re really going to enjoy my bedroom.”

  He didn’t seem to get my joke. He just kept ogling at the decorations in the hallway.

  I was surprised by his behavior even though I shouldn’t have been. He lived in a trailer park, and I lived in one of the nicest houses in the entire state. I was used to having guests over that were far wealthier than I was, so seeing him admiring the place with such awe humbled me. I should have been more grateful for the life I had.

  “Do you want anything to drink?” I asked him, waving a hand in front of his face.

  Dylan snapped out of his daze, shaking his head lightly and looking at me. “It’s amazing in here,” he said.

  I chuckled. “I asked you if you wanted anything to drink. Maybe juice or a soda?”

  He nodded. “Juice is fine,” he said, then continued to look around.

  I decided to leave him to go to the kitchen. I could use a drink myself, and it would take him ages to get to the kitchen with all the nice stuff in the halls on the way. He could enjoy the scenery while I prepared something for both of us. Maybe by that time we would have settled down a bit.

  I walked to the kitchen, weaving around white couches and rooms full of exotic spectacles on the way there. I never stopped to look at any of the stuff that we had, but Dylan’s fascination with it made me take a second look as I passed through a room with hand-made silk carpets and the skeletons of some long-extinct animals for display on the tables. It was like living in a museum at some points.

  I got to the kitchen and went to the tall silver fridge, pulling it open and searching the many shelves for my favorite juice. I was sure that Dylan wouldn’t care what kind we drank, so I picked the same one for both of us. It was grape – simple flavor, but my absolute favorite. Plus, it was 100% juice, which I liked to think was healthier than the corn syrup and water mixtures that we also had. To be truthful though, they both held next to zero nutritional value.

  I grabbed too wide crystal glasses out of the cabinet and sat them down on the sparkling granite countertop. A lot of the rooms used marble, but I never really liked the stuff. There was so much more that you could do with granite. This particular countertop was a black one with flecks of actual gold in it.

  The grape juice splashed into the perfectly clear glass, staining it a deep rosy-purple as it bubbled up the sides. I poured both of them equally, taking time to make sure they were indistinguishable from each other. Not that it mattered, but my obsessive behavior told me to make them perfect.

  I called Dylan, but he didn’t answer. He was probably still to wrapped up in the house to acknowledge me. I laughed to myself, shaking my head and picking up both glasses. I carried them out of the kitchen and through the house, searching for Dylan.

  Finally, I found him in the room that held my mother’s jewelry. This wasn’t stuff that she wore but was what she kept on display to show off to any woman who happened to come over. I thought it to be vain, but if I had that much jewelry, there would be no way I could get around to wearing it all.

  “Looking for something to buy me?” I teased as I entered the room.

  Dylan, having been bent over to examine a necklace, shot up, his cheeks turning pink. “I was just looking,” he blurted.

  “I know that. Relax, I don’t think you’re going to steal something,” I said. I knew that he probably still thought I was an uppity rich girl, but hopefully this house visit would change his mind. At the very least, I was about to blow it.

  “Is that for me?” Dylan asked, pointing to the second glass of grape juice in my hand.

  “It certainly is,” I said, handing it over to him.

  He took a sip, and his eyes widened. “Fuck,” he said after swallowing. “It’s actually grape juice.”

  I laughed. “Yeah. You don’t like it?”

  He shook his head. “It’s not that. I like it, but I’m so used to the purple stuff you buy in gallon jugs at the store that I had forgotten what real grape juice tasted like.”

  Damn, I wasn’t expecting him to be this far from the life I was used to. It brought me down a huge step in the ladder mentally to realize that people really lived so differently than I did. I smiled at him, raising my glass. “Well, let’s enjoy some of the finer things in life, together.”

  “I can drink to that,” he replied, holding up his glass with me.

  “Cheers,” I said, and drank down all the juice at once.

  Chapter 18

  Scarlet

  By the time we made it to the bedroom, Dylan had finally grown accustomed to the fancy surrounding and was beginning to focus on me again. His eyes followed my ass up the stairs as I led him to the room. Both of us knew what was going down the minute I got inside, but he was the one who took the lead.

  A felt his hand around my waist as I closed the door, but inside of pulling me toward his large frame, he moved me up against the wall and pressed me into it. His face came within an inch of mine, staring me down with such intensity that I had to do something to break through it.

  “Kiss me,” I said as I looked into his eyes.

  He smirked. “What makes you think I came here to do that?”

  I sh
rugged. “You seem to want it.”

  Dylan reached for my skirt, but this time he didn’t trace his finger up my thigh. In one swift motion, he yanked it up, exposing my panties to a gust of fresh air. His hand came down between my legs while his expression remained unwavering.

  I gasped as a shockwave ran through my body, radiating from where he was touching me. My heart sped up, my calms got cold and sweaty, and I began to lose focus of my surroundings. I was thrilled and overwhelmed by his touch, but there was more to come. He didn’t stop at that.

  With his other hand, he snaked his way up my blouse, finding my bra and pushing underneath it to take a breast in his large hand. He squeezed it hard until I squeaked, not from the pain, but from the extra jolt of sensation in my body. I couldn’t keep myself quiet when he was making me feel so good.

  “You like that?” He asked, rubbing his fingers between my legs.

  I could barely breathe enough to get the words out of my mouth. “Yes,” I uttered, and that was all I could say.

  My lips were met with his as he rubbed my juices into my panties, soaking my underwear to the point where I felt the need to pull them off. I was so wet that it was uncomfortable to wear clothes. I needed something, but I had never done this before. I allowed my instincts to take over, the steady beat that I rode throughout my day fading into the background. It was time.

  Dylan took his hand from between my legs only long enough to tear down my panties. Then, he placed his hand on my bare flesh, feeling the wetness in his fingers. He plunged two fingers inside of me, kissing me deeper as he gifted me with pleasure that I could never achieve on my own. Sure, I masturbated regularly, but this was something else entirely.

  Waves of pure delight coursed through my body, elevating me to a place that I wanted to stay at forever. That was, until it started to feel even better than that. Now, I was floating on cloud nine, pleasure rushing through every cell in my body, and this was only the beginning.

  I felt Dylan’s hot breath on my ear. “You’re going to give it all to me, Scarlet. Get on the bed.” He didn’t leave much room for me to do that. Instead, he scooped me up in his arms and threw me several feet onto my king-sized bed. I landed with a soft thud on the foam mattress, lifting my head up and blowing the strands of hair our of my face to see Dylan rushing toward me, throwing off his clothes until he was completely naked.

  He stood at the front of the bed, breathing heavily. His energy radiated from where he stood – powerful, masculine, and sexual. I was excited more than I was when I ripped around the city at a thousand miles per hour. I felt in more danger than I did then, with Dylan’s large, muscular body able to control me in whatever way he pleased. That turned me on too.

  “Take your clothes off,” he demanded, standing stoic like a Greek statue at the foot of the bed.

  I looked down, realizing that I still had my blouse and bra on. I unbuttoned the wrinkled linen and tossed it on the floor, dropping my bra off in front of me before I had the chance to start feeling self-conscious. While I was a bit embarrassed to expose myself to the giant man in front of me, my excitement and horniness took over and I felt fine being naked.

  Dylan leaped onto the bed the moment I was fully nude, his cock rising like a staff and swinging in front of me. He was huge, and seemingly about to explode in my face if I didn’t get that thing inside of me soon. While I wouldn’t have shied away from sucking him off, I suspected that he wanted a lot more than that. I would give it to him gladly, for it was I that got the real pleasure from all of this. He was too gorgeous for me to keep my hands off of.

  Dylan leaned over me, hovering on two thick forearms while taking in my naked body with his vibrant eyes. His gaze danced across my skin, lingering at my breasts longer than anywhere else. He reached his hand to my breast and gave it a firm squeeze, then gently pinched my nipple, tugging on it lightly.

  I moaned at his touch, urging him to do more to me. My legs were already wide open, and he kneeled between them with his cock hanging just low enough to graze against my slick entrance with every movement he made. It drove me wild, and I rose my hips to feel him more.

  Dylan lowered his body onto mine as my hands clasped around his wide back and pulled him down. His cock felt hot against my skin, and very stiff. I wanted him inside me as soon as I could have him, and I didn’t have to wait long. He pressed his cock against my pussy, using one hand to hold it and rub it against the opening, then pushed it in just a little.

  I gasped as the head of his cock spread me, stretching my pussy for the first time. I dug my nails into his back as he slid inside, going much deeper and stretching me much more than I thought he could. He was large, but I wasn’t expecting it to feel this tight inside of me. I was floored.

  “Relax,” he said into my ear, moving in and out slowly.

  His cock rubbed the inside of my pussy, sending chills and pleasure through my body once again. I quickly went from being overwhelmed by his size, to be overwhelmed by pleasure. I couldn’t keep my mouth shut even if I wanted to. My moans echoed around the room with increasing volume as he picked up speed. My legs wrapped around his waist as he drove himself deep inside of me, pounding hard and fast as his own pleasure increased.

  I was looking up at the ceiling, but it felt like I was floating in space. My body bounced against the softness of the crisp white sheets below me as new waves of pleasure entered my body through Dylan. I was close to the peek, and it frightened me just a little. It was so intense and wonderful that I legitimately thought that I could pass out from it.

  In an instant, I was there. It was a mind-numbing explosion of ecstasy brought on by the quick and steady movement of Dylan’s hips and he thrust his cock inside of me. I came hard around him, squeezing his staff and crying out in delight as my body was overtaken by heavy waves of bliss. Everything was perfect, and that was the way it was always meant to be. After this, I wouldn’t be able to let go of Dylan.

  He came after me, pumping his seed into my body and groaning deep in his throat. I watched his face contort in an expression of pleasure that could have equally been used to express agony as he finished inside of me. Once he had finished, he rolled off of me, laying on his back and panting as I gazed up at the ceiling, feeling pure and complete now.

  I was at peace as I closed my eyes and listened to Dylan’s heavy breathing.

  Chapter 19

  Dylan

  Scarlet’s pale breasts rose and fell in a gentle rhythm in the moonlight as I slowly climbed out of bed and gathered my clothes from the floor. I almost didn’t want to leave, but I had a goal that couldn’t be sacrificed for something as fleeting as passion. Tonight, I was going to ruin Scarlet.

  I had scoped out the house earlier, before Scarlet had caught me in the jewelry room and brought me upstairs to make love to her. There were so many things in this house that I could take, and there would ultimately be no proof that I was the one who had snatched them.

  Why?

  Because I wouldn’t be taking anything on display. In the morning, Scarlet would never know that I had stolen a thing. I would pawn off the stolen goods and ghost her at the same time., leaving her heartbroken and confused as to where she had gone wrong. The plan was working so well, that I almost felt bad for her.

  I crept down the stairs into the house after I had put my clothes back on. If I did have to run, it was better not to be prancing through the neighborhood naked. That would add a whole new level of complexity to this that I didn’t need.

  My eyes quickly adjusted to the darkness. I was used to it from working outside late into the night. Scarlet was right to be afraid of the dark, but not for the reasons she expected. The only monster that was lurking in her house during the night was me.

  I opened up my bookbag on the ground in front of a dresser that I had discovered gold trinkets inside of one of the less-used rooms in the house. It seemed like everything in here was worth a fortune, so it wouldn’t be a big issue to snatch a few things that nobody would mis
s. I had wanted to do so much more to ruin this family, but I thought to take it easy now. Breaking Scarlet’s heart and funding the rest of my education was going to be good enough.

  I picked up a few heavy items that looked expensive and dropped them into my bag. They clinked against each other loudly, but I was far away from the bedroom. I wasn’t going to wake Scarlet up from downstairs.

  I made my way to the next room in the house, searching through the drawers for more valuables that likely wouldn’t be missed. I felt a little bad for Scarlet after all that we had been through together. She wasn’t anything like I had expected her to be, and it was a damn shame that she was so good in bed. It made this a lot harder than it had to be.

  I sighed as I dumped more expensive items into my bag. I would miss her for sure. I didn’t want to have to do this, but my father hadn’t died in vain. I needed to avenge him and pay for school. I had to think about my mother too, who was stuck at home, cooking up cheap food just to keep the skin on our bones. It was a terrible way to live, and she deserved better. I would put her over Scarlet any day.

  Why, then, did I feel a pang of guilt every time I heard the clink of a new item being tossed into my bookbag? Was I really this much of a weakling that I couldn’t pull off a simple robbery because I had caught feelings for the girl whose house I was robbing? It was pathetic.

  I shook my head and carried on with the task at hand. I couldn’t turn back now, but as my bag grew heavier, so did my guilt. Soon, it weighed on me like a thousand-pound anchor, making it hard to even move to the next room. I was in a state of agonizing internal conflict, and there was no easy way out.

  I had two choices. Either I could starve to death and fail my family, but continue to pursue the woman of my dreams, or I could abandon her and live the life I was meant to have. It shouldn’t have been so difficult for me, but it was. I felt almost silly standing there in her house after she had trusted me enough to let me sleep over. Was I any better than her father, robbing from someone who had done nothing to me?