His Brat: A Dark Bad Boy Romance

by Isabella Starling

  “I know,” I reply. “I’m so fucking sorry, baby.”

  “I waited for you here,” she tells me. “I wanted her to see me leave so she wouldn’t give you more trouble. So I waited in your office. The receptionist let me in.”

  “That explains why she was panicking when I came in,” I say with a smile, and Lola Grace laughs weakly. “She probably wanted to warn me there was a sex kitten in here.”

  I lie on my back and pull her on top of me. We watch the shadows play on the wall and the ceiling as I stroke her soft hair.

  “Are we going to be okay?” she asks me softly when I kiss her forehead.

  “Yeah,” I reply. “We’re going to be all right.”

  The bright yellow and orange shadows almost look like fire licking up the dark walls. It reminds me of myself and Lola Grace.

  “My world feels like it’s on fire,” she says quietly, confirming the very thought I just had. “It feels like everything is coming down, crashing and fucking burning. I’m burning.”

  “I know,” I tell her softly. “But I am, too, baby. We burn together, and we burn fucking brighter than ever…”

  “As long as we don’t go down in flames,” she says, letting out a sad laugh.

  I move her until she’s on her back and I’m on top of her, and I kiss her slowly, making her mine with each flick of my tongue.

  “We’re going down in flames,” I tell her. “And there’s no other way I’d like to have it.”

  She lets out a moan when my lips find hers, and I kiss her like she finally fucking belongs to me.

  15

  Lola Grace

  We return to the apartment late at night, after spending hours in Max’s office. We don’t say a lot to each other, but our hands are intertwined and I feel more connected to him than ever.

  I’m happy to find the apartment empty, save for the cat. It’s a huge relief to see Max’s mother has left. I don’t think I could deal with any more drama today, not after everything that’s happened.

  When she told me to leave earlier, I wanted her to believe I was really going, but I knew all along I’d just go to Max’s office and wait for him there. Eventually, he would find me, and we would finally be together. Without our families butting in and making things difficult, everything is so much easier.

  Of course, not everything has been resolved yet, and my heart is still pounding just thinking about everything I have left to say. The movie… I need to explain it to Max one way or another, and I’m worried what he’ll say.

  Instead of dwelling on it, however, I try to focus on the feeling of my hand in his as we make our way back into the bedroom. We collapse on the bed and I don’t even bother getting out of my clothes, I just snuggle up close to him and let him hold me.

  “Are you all right?” he asks me worriedly, and I nod into the crook of his shoulder. “Is there anything I can do? Make you feel better?”

  “It’s okay,” I reply in a small voice. “Just hold me. That’s all I need right now.”

  And he does exactly that. He holds me until I fall asleep on top of him, and we wake up in the exact same positions the next morning.

  The next few days, we hide out in Max’s apartment. He doesn’t go to work, and I don’t go to school. We spend our days getting to know each other better, and it’s like neither of us ever shuts up. We talk all day and late into the night, until it’s a small wonder we still have things to say to each other. But there’s always more—more to tell him, more to find out about him.

  We haven’t slept together in days.

  We don’t broach the subject; we pretend as if it’s perfectly normal that our hands aren’t all over one another, when in the past, all we wanted to do was touch. I don’t say a word about it and neither does Max. I guess we need some time to heal after everything that went down.

  Finally, a week after the scene with my mother, I decide I’ve had enough. Max is making dinner in the kitchen and I walk up behind him, wrapping my arms around his torso.

  His posture stiffens beneath me and he sighs. “Lola Grace,” he says in a warning tone.

  I sigh right back, and walk away like a sullen child. I pull myself up on the counter and sit on it with my arms crossed and looking angry as hell. Why is he treating me this way? Why won’t he fucking touch me?

  Max puts a casserole in the oven and comes over to stand next to me. His hands go on either side of my thighs, not touching, never laying a finger on me. It only pisses me off more.

  “Why won’t you touch me?” I ask angrily, almost wanting to claw at his handsome face. “I thought it’s what you wanted. I thought you loved me. But we barely touch…”

  “You don’t understand,” he says simply.

  “So help me understand,” I demand, and he gives me a worried look.

  He looks right into my eyes as he lifts a hand off the counter, slowly tracing it along my thighs. He pushes up the shirt I’m wearing, revealing my legs, and I gasp softly when he outlines the shape of them with his fingertip. When it’s almost too much, he grabs ahold harshly, digging his fingers into my skin. I throw my head back, needing him to do so much more to me.

  But instead of continuing, Max simply lets go and sighs again. I give him a frustrated look, not understanding why he’s treating me this way.

  “Why are you acting this way?” I ask, and to my horror, I can feel my bottom lip trembling. I don’t want him to see how vulnerable I am, so I try my best to hide what’s happening.

  “Lola Grace,” he says roughly. “I can’t fuck you… I can’t fucking touch you. I can’t hurt you anymore.”

  “What do you mean?” I ask him with my heart pounding. “What the hell do you mean by that?”

  “I mean I…” He sighs, running his fingers through his hair one more time. “I mean I can’t fuck you the way I really want to.”

  “And why is that?”

  “Because… What happened so far, it’s been nothing, kitten.” He gives me a worried look, and I return a blank stare. “I want so much more from you, Lola Grace. I want to fuck you so damn badly it pains me to look at you without touching you. But I want it… roughly. I’m scared because I’m worried I’ll hurt you.”

  “I know you won’t,” I say. “I know you’ll do exactly what I want you to.”

  He merely shakes his head, saying, “But what if I don’t, Lola Grace? I’m scared of it at this point. Scared of hurting you and regretting it.”

  I slide my thighs apart on the counter, and Max looks up with surprise when I reveal my center to his eyes.

  “Show me,” I ask him, and my skin prickles with goose bumps. “Show me what you want to do with me. I promise I’ll tell you if it’s too much for me.”

  He hesitates for a long moment, but finally approaches me. He reaches me in two steps, his hands demanding as they meet my skin and dig into it. He lifts me off the counter as if I weigh nothing, and he carries me down the hall.

  I’m surprised to see we don’t head for the bedroom. Instead, he puts me down in front of a door and motions for me to open it.

  “What’s this?” I ask with my heart pounding.

  “Just open it, kitten,” he says in a defeated voice. I do what he tells me, pulling the door towards me.

  There is another room inside. The walls are dark and the upholstery is dark purple. I can barely make out anything until Max flips on a light switch. Then, I come face to face with a room decked out with toys.

  “What is…” I start to say, but realization soon dawns on me as I look at the room in front of me. It’s some kind of dungeon, something out of my most perverted dreams.

  I walk inside, and my hands trail over the equipment. I don’t know what any of it is, but I can guess some of their purposes from the shape of them. I can feel Max coming in behind me, and my hands shake as I look over my shoulder.

  “You want to fuck me here?” I ask him softly.

  Our eyes connect, mine wide and his worried about what I will think. “Yes,” he
replies simply. “Eventually, I do.”

  I walk over to a wall holding several pieces of equipment, and I lift a small paddle from the handle. “Well, you’ve already spanked me,” I say with a smile, and Max returns the expression.

  My hands run over all of the things in the room. There’s a huge chest at the foot of the big bed in the center, but I don’t open it yet. Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed with my feet dangling off it.

  “How do you feel?” Max asks, his hands in fists as he stands across the room from me. “Are you scared, kitten?”

  I shake my head. “I’m not,” I reply simply. “I’m excited. I… I think I have butterflies.”

  He approaches me slowly, his eyes dark with desire as he takes my face in his hands. “I want to fuck your butterflies,” he tells me, and my stomach lurches. It’s almost too much, but I want to keep going.

  “Lie on your back,” Max orders, and I comply without giving it a second thought. I’d do anything for this man, any-fucking-thing he told me to do. And I’m not about to stop just because he showed me a part of himself I didn’t know before.

  “Take off your shirt.” His next order makes my fingers shake as I pull up the hem of the shirt. I reveal my body to him, covered in goose bumps and shaking lightly. The room isn’t cold—the temperature is pleasant—but my body is nervous, and it shows up in the way I shake.

  Max comes closer to me with a piece of fabric in his hand. Slowly, he puts it around my eyes, wrapping it over them. A blindfold.

  I whimper, unsure of what he’s doing, but he strokes my hair softly which calms me down. I feel naked and exposed under his eyes, but not in a bad way. I want to give him more. I want him to feel me, touch me, and I want his touch all over my body. And I know I’ll have all that and more as soon as I let him put on the blindfold.

  He moves to my sides next, and I feel him take my hands in his. I’m nervous now that he’s taken away my sight. I feel vulnerable, but at the same time, there’s wetness building in my center, and I’m getting really desperate for him to touch me. So desperate my hips lift off the bed when he touches my wrists.

  Max chuckles and strokes my hair again before tying something around my wrists. He works quickly and efficiently, but without seeing what he’s doing, I can only guess.

  I realize he’s tying me up when my hands are bound behind my back, my shoulders held back by the silk rope he used. My heart beats into overdrive and I feel like I’m about to pass out. Max’s hand meets my cheek again and he strokes me lovingly.

  “Are you okay?” he asks, his voice so hoarse and needy it makes me raise my hips off the bed again.

  “Yes,” I reply in a small voice.

  There’s a small pause and then I hear him undressing. It’s almost too much for my poor body to bear, and I’m itching to get closer to him. But being tied up like this, and with my eyes covered up, I’m completely disoriented. My heart is pounding a million times per minute and I’m desperate to get closer to him; desperate for him to climb on the bed with me and touch my body all over.

  I feel his fingertips on my skin next, right at my collarbone. I gasp as he touches me, so desperate for more I want to rip through the knots he made on my back and just climb on top of him.

  “I need you,” I whisper, and I can hear him chuckling low in his throat as his fingers explore my body.

  “All in due time, kitten,” he tells me, his voice strained. “I want to take my time with you.”

  I arch my back as his fingers roam lower, both hating and loving the position I am in. I can’t do much like this, but at the same time, I wouldn’t want it any other way. The need to feel Max inside me is so strong it makes me itch, and I whimper again, begging him to hurry.

  It doesn’t seem like he’s going to do what I want as his fingers stroke me slowly and torturously.

  “Max,” I breathe, and his grip tightens on my neck. He’s holding me roughly, almost cutting off my air supply, and it’s the best damn thing I’ve felt in my whole life. “Max. Please, I need you.”

  Without warning, he moves away from me and I protest loudly. But then I feel his weight sinking onto the bed next to me, and he gets between my legs. My heart pounds as I feel his fingers at my opening, and I want him so badly I feel myself getting wet.

  “Spread your legs,” he orders me, and I do so more than willingly. His fingers press against my pussy lips and I moan when I feel them there, so desperate for more.

  “Fucking please,” I whisper. “I need you inside.”

  “Okay, kitten,” he says in a rough voice. I can tell this is taking a toll on him too. We both want each other, but the way he’s teasing me only makes us both want more.

  He slides a finger inside me and I moan sensuously. “Max, please,” I manage to get out. “Go deeper… One more finger Max, I’m begging, please.”

  He grunts and I feel him add another finger as he fucks my pussy with his hand. I cramp up around his fingers and I feel an orgasm building up inside me almost instantly. I’m so damn desperate to feel him, I try to keep him in place by squeezing my thighs shut.

  He groans again and starts fucking my hole slowly, his fingers curling up inside me until I think I’m going to go crazy. Finally, he adds another finger that presses up against my clit and I nearly lose it. I come undone around his hand, thrashing and begging like a madwoman as he makes me cum like I never have before.

  The sensual deprivation makes my orgasm that much better, making me shake all over and beg for more as he digs his fingers deep into my pussy. I cum like an explosion, my whole body overwhelmed by the feeling of pure pleasure he elicits from me. It’s almost too much. Almost too fucking much.

  I feel him unwrapping the blindfold, but I shake my head no. I can’t open my eyes now, it’ll be too much for me, too fucking much. But Max makes me, and seeing him between my legs almost makes me go again.

  He’s so damn handsome, and his eyes are filled with lust as he looks down at me. “Good girl,” he praises me softly, and it makes me moan out a reply. “Lick yourself off my fingers.”

  He lifts his hand to my lips and I give him a doubtful look. But he doesn’t give me time to think about it, making me lick at his fingertips. It feels deliciously dirty and I moan as I do what he tells me. I taste good, I’m surprised to find, different but good.

  Max’s hand finds its way into my hair and he pulls gently on my locks as he positions himself between my legs.

  “Max,” I manage to get out. “What are you doing?”

  I’m completely spent after what we just did, but it seems like he isn’t done just yet. He wants more, and even though I’m aching, I’m desperate to give it to him.

  “I need to fuck you,” he tells me darkly. “I can’t wait any fucking longer. I need to be inside you.”

  I moan his name as his tip presses against my pussy, and my body thrashes on the bed of its own accord. I need him desperately, and it’s making me ache not having him inside me.

  His tip pokes at my opening and we both moan as he finally, finally presses inside me. His cock is hard and unrelenting as he fucks me, pushing deeper and deeper until I’m ready to lose my fucking mind.

  He fills me up like never before and I almost pass out from the feeling of being so deeply complete, so filled and so fucking wanted. It’s almost too much and my body quakes when he starts pushing himself inside me, driving us both wild with the need to cum.

  I want to wrap my hands around him, but since I’m still tied down I can’t do much. It’s already almost too much, the pleasure of it so intense it’s making me see stars in front of my eyes.

  Max fucks me relentlessly, his hands wrapped up tightly in my hair. His cock is being milked by my pussy already, and I can feel my walls wrapping around him, holding him in place and trying to squeeze out every last drop of his cum.

  “Such a good girl,” he groans into my hair, and my body responds immediately, lifting itself closer to him. “I want to hear you scream my name, Lola Grace.�
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  “Max,” I breathe loudly. “Don’t fucking stop Max, keep going, please…”

  He does as I ask him, and every thrust pushes him deeper inside my body. It’s so delicious and so good I almost feel like I’m going to pass out from the feel of his body inside mine.

  His thrusts get longer and harder, and I’m moaning his name repeatedly in seconds, so desperate for more of him. If my hands were free, I’d be digging lines into his back, but I can’t even think about that because it feels too fucking good to be at his mercy.

  I can feel my orgasm building up inside me again, threatening to break down everything in its way as it starts to conquer my body.

  “I’m gonna cum,” I tell Max in a low whisper.

  “Come on, kitten,” he replies. “Cum all over my cock, show me what a good girl you are, baby.”

  I moan and let go.

  I let go of everything—what happened with our parents, the movie, all the shit we’ve been dealing with. In that blissful moment, I am nothing but Max’s little girl and he is my future, my dream come alive and my love forever.

  I come undone on him and his fingers tighten around my throat as he fucks his seed inside me. I cry out his name as I feel myself coming, a low and throaty moan escaping my lips as he buries himself inside me.

  “God, you feel fucking good, kitten,” he tells me, his voice low and strained. “So fucking good. I can’t hold back any longer, I’m sorry, baby.”

  He grunts and I feel his release, his cum leaking out in my pussy and warming me up from the inside. I moan as the waves of pleasure crash over me and I succumb to their whispers telling me to let go.

  Every orgasm with this man is different, each one somehow better than the last and making me crave so much more. I’ll never have enough. Never.

  We pant as we lie on the bed, my body still tied with rope and his dick still leaking inside me. He kisses me all over, his lips caressing my skin with promises of more to come.

  And there’s nowhere I’d rather be.

  After we’ve finally managed to recover and get out of bed, we’re both in a better mood. I dress in shorts and a tank top, and Max slaps my ass while we walk outside of his secret room. We find our casserole miraculously hasn’t burnt to a crisp, even though it’s pretty brown on top. But we still finish it, ravenous after our time spent together.