Broken Rules: The Elites Of Weis-Jameson Prep Academy Book 2

by Hart, Rebel

  He backs up slowly with a devilish grin and sits on the edge of the bed facing me. “What are you doing?” I ask in confusion, feeling vulnerable with my panties around my thighs, standing there alone and naked.

  “Hit me,” he commands.

  “No!” I answer instantly, without even thinking about it. “I don’t want to.”

  “You don’t?” One brow raises. “Are you sure? Think about the things I’ve done to you, Ophelia. You’ve never wanted to slap me in the face?”

  “I have slapped you,” I remind him, not knowing how to feel about this sudden request. I only know I don’t want to think about that side of Emmett right now.

  “Do you think you did it enough?” he dares me, turning his head in invitation.

  I want to resist whatever he is trying to bait me into, but I am still writhing with burning need and not thinking clearly. Whenever I am with Emmett, I try to push my bad memories of him as far away as possible. Intentionally thinking about them feels foreign and strange. But the memories never far from the surface, and I quickly find them flooding in, whether I like it or not.

  “That’s it,” he encourages, noting the building fire in my eyes. “I know you’ve hated me before. Punish me for it.”

  His voice drifts into an unfamiliar sound. One that belongs to the other side of him that I’ve compartmentalized. That other Emmett is the only one sitting in front of me right now.

  “Be a good girl, Ophelia,” he adds with a vicious grin that sends me over the edge.

  Those words. Things the new Emmett I have come to know would never say, but sadly this is the side of him that somehow pulled me in first, long before I even knew another side existed. I take several firm, decisive steps forward, my chest heaving with old anger. My hand rear backs and cracks across his cheek with a loud snap that almost startles me. The skin turns white, then bright red as his fingers lightly touch the source of pain, before he turns his face back to me with an excited smile.

  His eyes burn into me and the throbbing between my legs grows. His hands bolt forward, grasping behind my thighs and yanking me forward so fast that I lose my balance and fall on top of him. He crashes back onto the bed, hoisting me up onto his hips. He lifts his ass from the bed, pushing far in between my legs with his hard and bare cock resting outside of my lips. His fingers wrap around my wrists and pin my arms behind my back once again, and he uses the grip to lift me up off of him, teasing my folds with his erection.

  “Please, Emmett,” I beg him, suspended over him and at his mercy. “I want you inside of me.”

  His other hand moves over his shaft. He looks at me as he hisses and strokes. “This?” he asks coyly. “Is this what you want?”

  I try to struggle free and force myself down on him, but he keeps me in place. “I’m not wearing a condom,” he reminds me.

  “Where are they?” I ask impatiently. “I’ll get one.”

  “I don’t have any.” He grins.

  I let out an exasperated groan, thinking the relief I need is surely off the table now. I want to start bitching him out for not stopping to get more on the way, but I am distracted by him pulling me down. He grips my face and urges me to take him into my mouth. I need to feel some kind of satisfaction of my own, but I will settle for driving him crazy for now.

  He tries to thrust against my lips but I grip him firmly and move down to trail my tongue up and down the length of him. He murmurs against the sensation, his hips bucking and begging to feel the warmth of my mouth. I tease the tip with my tongue and bottom lip, reveling in how he’s squirming for more, breathlessly imploring me.

  I can’t wait to feel some relief, feeling overwhelmed by the intimacy of the taste dripping out from him. I slide my mouth around him and run my fingers down between my legs. His eyes spark at the sight and the moans that escape my mouth at my own touch.

  “Wait.” He sits up suddenly, pushing me to the side of him. “I want to watch you.” He says it as a command, not a request.

  I sit next to him on the bed, perched on my knees as he watches my hand. I keep one hand gripped around him, moving up and down against the pulsing throbs that flow through him as I touch myself. My head thrashes back in cries of ecstasy as I stroke him and myself, loving the intensity of his glaring eyes. I start to feel self-conscious and vulnerable, but his excitement pushes all of that away.

  My dripping wetness and the feel of his hardness in my hands makes me yearn to feel him inside of me. In frustration, I grab his hand and pull it between my thighs, coaxing his fingers inside of me. He hardens even before his fingers slide inside and I begin rocking into them to feel him more deeply.

  I am in complete control of him, directing my own touch and his wherever I want it to go. For whatever I thought I wanted to happen in this room tonight, I realize now this is exactly what I needed. The relief of sex completely on my own terms. The return of control washes over me, allowing me to let go of any and everything else.

  My hair falls loose as my head thrashes around and I lose myself in our hands, our breaths, and my primal cries. I rock my hips harder against his hand, moving my fingers in quickening circles that glide over my pulsating nerves. My climax builds as Emmett begins to grunt and strain in my grip.

  “Wait,” I barely manage to whisper as I yank my hand away from him.

  He leans forward as our hands continue working me over, and takes my hardened nipple into his mouth, holding it with his lips and teeth as his tongue darts against the sensitivity of it and the sensation that shoots straight to my core. It sends me over the edge as I grind against our combined touch, rubbing against the rippling pleasure that crashes over me in a merciless wave.

  As the tingling fades, I push his hands back to his sides, catching one hand on the way to take his fingers into my mouth. I wrap my lips around them and suck in the taste of my own juices. Something I’ve never done before, but I am so lost in the ecstasy that in this moment I feel like I could do anything that popped into my head or his.

  I bring him back into my mouth and lower over him, taking him in as deep as I can stand it. I am overcome with a need to own him. To make him melt in my hands and belong to no one but me. He may have to put Vivian in her place, but I am determined to make sure no one makes him feel the way I do.

  His cock pushes against the back of my throat before I pull back again, pushing him in and out until he is whimpering and his legs are quivering. His hand grips into my hair as his hips thrust against me until finally, I feel the taste of him spilling into my mouth. My hand continues working over him, sliding across my spit, as I milk every last throbbing drop of him into my mouth.

  With my mouth full of his seed, I think of looking for a place to spit it out, but I want to drink him in. I take it all down with one swallow, leaving him breathless and stunned as he watches me. We’re both speechless and breathless as I collapse next to him, nuzzling my cheek in between his muscular arm and chest.

  We melt into a deep sleep until I wake up in a panic. I fumble for my phone in the darkness.

  “Shit!” I yell out, jerking him awake.

  It’s after midnight and my mom has called three times. I don’t know how long we were asleep, but my legs are still numb from my intense orgasm.

  “We have to go,” I tell him as I race to find my clothes.

  He wipes the sleep from his eyes and stands to flick on the bedside lamp, but he doesn’t look like he’s in any hurry to get out the door. “Wait,” he says, walking over to run his arms around me from behind.

  “No, Emmett! We have to go!” I plead with him. “My mom is going to be pissed. I can’t afford to be put on house arrest right now with everything that’s happening with your sister. We still have to go talk to my dad, remember?”

  “You’re already late. The damage is done.” He grins. “Might as well get as much out of it as we can while we’re here.”

  I open my mouth to argue, but I’m silenced by the feel of him nibbling at my neck and ears. He kisses down my n
eck and down my spine, sending chills of renewed desire across my still naked body. One hand trails down and feels how wet I already am again as he lets out a grunt of satisfaction. Sure, I’m ready to go for round two. But everything in me wants to urge us to leave. I just can’t seem to get the words out of my mouth.

  Suddenly he whips me around and pins my face down to the mattress with a force that only excites me more. His erection presses against my ass, when I finally regain my ability to speak.

  “There are no condoms, remember?” I groan.

  His hands leave me for a moment and then I hear tearing paper. I lift slightly and look around to see him sliding a condom on. “You asshole!” I cry out. “You had one the whole time?”

  He ignores my scolding, which makes me want to bitch him out even more. But I am quickly distracted by his hands squeezing into my hips as he effortlessly slides straight into me. No warm up needed. Wasting no time, he begins thrusting in and out of me at a quickened pace.

  We are inexplicably restored to the same level of desire we had been suspended in earlier. He fills me completely as he pounds against me. I push against him as hard as I can, feeling like I can’t get enough of him inside of me, even though I am certain nothing else could possibly fit. I slip back into an insatiable hunger as I claw into his thighs, urging him not to stop or slow down.

  Our groans grow more demanding in between our heavy breaths until we finally we build to our release. I collapse against the bed as my muscles tighten around him, tensing with the roaring orgasm that crashes over me.

  “Okay, now we really have to go,” I laugh into the sheets as I try to regain my ability to move and speak.

  His hands press into my ass and rub up my back, followed by a trail of long, slow kisses that drive me mad. “Don’t get me started again,” I quip.

  I’m scared of losing myself in this. Everything about him is intoxicating. The winding curls of his hair, and his expressive eyes that give away everything that is going on inside of him. I see even more sparking inside of them every day. He’s finally opening up, letting the real him shine through.

  “Started?” he asks coyly. “My goal is for you to never stop.”

  We’re all afraid of the darkness inside of us, but Emmett has a way of bringing mine front and center. I can’t hide from it when he’s around. He forces me to confront the darkest parts of myself. What I can stand, what I can forgive. I have been able to outrun everyone and everything else I have ever encountered…except for him. I can’t outrun Emmett. I can’t get away from him, no matter how hard I try.

  “Let’s just run away,” he blurts suddenly. “Let’s just get away from all of this.”

  “What about Jameson Automobiles?” I reply heavily, knowing Emmett could never run away. And I wouldn’t run away with him regardless. I have a family here who loves me, but I don’t throw that in his face right now.

  He sighs and lets it go. I don’t know if he was hoping for me to tell him it was okay to run away from the company, but I think we both know that can’t happen. And he would never let himself do that, even if I did tell him it was okay.

  “Why do you always look at me like that?” I look away, blushing.

  “Like what?” he asks.

  “With that crazy look in your eye.”

  “I’ll tell you a secret,” he says with a shy grin that quickly fades. “I have always wondered, if I stare at you long enough, if maybe you could read my thoughts. Know what’s going on inside of me so I don’t have to fuck it up trying to say it all out loud. Before…when my dad and the Elites were still around…I had to act a certain way. Say and do certain things that I hated. I used to wish you could read my mind. So you’d understand everything the same way I did.”

  “That’s funny,” I smirk shyly. “I never feel like I know what’s going on in your mind, but I feel like you always know what I’m thinking. It scares me sometimes.”

  “I don’t know what you’re thinking right now,” he quips.

  “Yes, you do!” I laugh. “I just told you!”

  “Oh, don’t play dumb, Ophelia.” He teases my chin with his finger. “You expect me to believe there is anything less than at least a thousand thoughts going on in your brain at any given time?”

  “I think you give me too much credit.” I smile.

  “Or you don’t give yourself enough credit,” he quips back before rolling over.

  It’s strange. I’m not used to Emmett building me up. I can’t understand why it’s so hard for him to just say how he feels, but it seems maybe he feels so much it’s hard to express. It’s a possibility that I’ve never fully considered before. I was so busy convincing myself he was heartless and malicious for so long, I never considered just how many conflicting thoughts could be happening inside of him. Or that he feels he has no way to get it all out.

  But it makes sense considering what I know about his father. Emotion wasn’t allowed. It was considered a weakness. Emmett has been trained to suppress how he feels. More than that, he’s been trained to convince himself those feelings aren’t there at all.

  “If only we could just hide away in some place like this for a few days. Or a month,” I say with a smile as I peel myself up and reach for my clothes.

  “I’m serious,” he says with a kiss to my forehead. “I don’t ever want to be too far from your mind. Think of this and me at least a little all the time.”

  “Ugh, I do,” I assure him bitterly. “That’s part of the problem.”

  My mind drifts back to his sister, still believing that once we find her, everything between us will be easier. Could Bernadette have just run away? Or even killed herself? Emmett is convinced she would have left a note, but he’s not traumatized by his father’s death in the same way she was. But then another thought crosses my mind.

  “Do you think Bernadette knew about your deal with my dad?” I ask cautiously.

  “No, how could she have?” he replies confidently.

  “I don’t know, but…do you think…she’d come after you if she knew?” I suggest. “Could that have something to do with this? What if she’s plotting some kind of revenge against you?”

  “My sister isn’t smart enough for that,” he quips.

  “No, be serious.” I lightly smack his arm. “Let’s say she did know…would she understand what you did? Or would she hate you for it?”

  “She’d hate me,” he states plainly. “But the only people who know about that deal are you and your dad.”

  My eyes cut over to him. “And you know for certain she wouldn’t have talked to my dad?”

  He looks to me with fading concern. “Anything’s possible.” He nods. “But why would he tell her something like that? She could turn him in.”

  “She is a Jameson,” I remind him. “I’m sure she doesn’t trust the cops any more than you do. Do you think he would have tried to use her to come after what’s left? To come after Jameson Automobiles? They could be allies.”

  “All the more reason for us to talk to your dad,” he insists.

  We finally manage to get our clothes back on, but only after stopping too many times to lose ourselves in each other’s mouths. I am alarmed by my never-ending desire for him. No matter how much of him I get, I just keep wanting more and more.

  “What should I tell my mom?” I ask him as we begin the long drive back to my house.

  “That you fell asleep on my couch,” he suggests.

  “Good enough, I guess.” I huff. “She’s going to be pissed no matter what I say. That excuse is better than telling her anything that really happened today.”

  “How are you feeling?” he asks, glancing across my arms.

  “I guess like someone who just did heroin for the first time,” I grumble, realizing the effects of it faded long ago.

  I still can’t believe what Lily and Vivian did to me, or that Emmett managed to fix it so fast. Everything that came after that is far from my mind. It vanished between our bodies at some point in the motel r
oom, and I am in no hurry to revive any of it.

  “Maybe we should skip school tomorrow,” Emmett suggests. “I can convince Principal Brown that you’re still not feeling well after what Vivian and Lily did to you, and that I’m taking care of you.”

  “So, we can go back to your motel?” I ask longingly, with a dreamy tone of voice.

  “Actually, so we can go see your dad.” He sighs. “I’m worried if we go to school, something else crazy will happen and set us back again. We need to get this out of the way. If your dad doesn’t have anything to do with Bernadette’s disappearance, we need to start planning what to do next.”

  “Yeah…I guess you never know what’s going to happen whenever you step into WJ Prep,” I lament, feeling a dull ache of exhaustion growing between my eyes. “I’m not in any hurry to go see my dad, but whatever you think is best. I told you I’d help in any way I could.”

  He takes my hand in his and raises it to his lips. “Thank you,” he says tenderly.

  It’s hard to reconcile the different faces of Emmett at times. A few hours ago, he was triggering some of my worst memories and asking me to slap him in the face. Now, he is sweet and tender and driving me home like any other boyfriend would. I want to think his dark side if just a symptom of his upbringing, and now that his dad is gone, he will eventually heal and those things will fade. But I also want to accept the very real possibility that all of it is the real Emmett, and that I may not be able to get one without the other.

  I told him I didn’t want easy, that I only wanted him. And today has put the truth of that to the test. But as he kisses me goodnight and tells me he will be back to pick me up in the morning, I know I’d make the same promise all over again.

  11

  Chapter Eleven

  The time has finally come, and I can’t put it off any longer. With my suspension from school lifted and Vivian and Lily seemingly scared into submission for the time being, we have to start getting some answers about Bernadette. Which means we have no choice but to go see my dad.