The Princess and the Bully (Goldsworthy University Book 1)

by Tiffany Ransier

  At that moment one person, a girl, walks by. Her eyes widen when she sees me, as if she knows exactly what kind of situation I’m in. But instead of coming to my aid, she runs away, heading straight for the ticket booth area. I watch as her bouncing blonde curls disappear as I’m dragged around the side of the bathroom wall.

  Okay. I’ll kick each guy next to me in the balls and do whatever I can to the other guy.

  Right as I’m about to kick my legs out, I hear the sound of footsteps and a voice calling out one of their names.

  Fuck.

  I need to hurry then. With all the strength in my legs, I kick them both in the crotch, and they fall to the ground cupping their groins. The last guy looks at them and scowls, leaning toward me when I put my fingers out and poke him straight in the eyeballs. “Holy shit!” he yells. I go around the three of them and dash for the exit when two long arms grasp me around my middle and yank me off my feet.

  No.

  I dig my fingernails into their arms and the person snaps. “No matter what you do, I’m not letting go.”

  He pulls me back to the other guys. The guy who I poked in the eyeballs is rubbing his eye angrily until he sees me. That’s our cornerback for you. Nice and speedy. Great job Kendricks.”

  Kendricks throws me against the wall face first, making my face connect with it. God, that fucking hurt.

  “What do you guys say we steal Heath’s girl from him? Even if he comes back, which spoiler alert, he won’t. That loser is fucking dead.”

  The others burst out laughing.

  “You guys laugh, but no girl can ever resist my dick once she’s gotten a taste. This princess will probably cry to her parents and beg them to transfer her right away.”

  A cold chill goes down my back and I shiver. What can I do? My face touching the rough wall isn’t helping my thoughts stay clear. The rough bits are hard and scraping at my skin.

  “How come you get to have her first?” one of the guys ask.

  “I caught her didn’t I? Without me she would’ve gotten away.” He keeps one firm hand on my back, holding it in place while his other travels down to my shorts. One of his hands sneaks around and unbuttons and pulls the zipper down.

  My cheeks heat up as they fall to the ground. No. This can’t be happening.

  I should’ve called Scar and Peyton.

  To my horror, I feel a hardness move between my underwear-covered butt. “If you do this, I will kill you when you’re done,” I say.

  “Oh, so you actually do want to go to jail, don’t you? It wasn’t enough for you to kill your boyfriend, but now you want to kill some harmless guys taking you for a spin too?”

  Harmless?

  His sweaty hand pulls my underwear down, exposing my bare butt. The hand on my back hasn’t moved an inch, and as hard as I try, I can’t move it off. Even if I did, the other three guys are waiting just behind this guy.

  Why is this happening?

  “Hey, what’s going on here?” I hear a gruff voice ask in a friendly tone.

  Callan? What is he doing here?

  I hear one of the arm guys respond, “We’re just having a little fun. Don’t worry, we’ll be leaving soon.”

  Shit. Callan’s so twisted he might just join in with them and finally do what he’s been threatening to and fuck me.

  There’s a long pause. “You really want to have fun with her? You know I got girls lined up who would love to have a go with you guys. You lost and they’re wanting to comfort you. Come on, let’s go find a few.”

  Kendricks immediately responds, “No, we’re good. I’ve found one I really want and I’m going to have her. I’ll try her pussy first and then her ass. By the time we’re done with her, she’ll be crying and begging for more.” Callan’s jaw clenches and his mouth twitches. “And let’s be honest, your brother isn’t coming back. It’s been over a month, he’s probably dead in a ditch somewhere, overdosed on drugs.”

  “Repeat all of that for me, one more time” Callan says, in a deadly tone I can barely recognize. The amount of venom behind it almost has me shaking in fear.

  “You fucking deaf? I said–”

  Boom! Flesh connects with flesh. The hand on my back is gone and I yank my panties up and my shorts, whirling around just in time to see Callan wailing on who I assume is Kendricks on the ground. The other three guys are trying to pull him off and when that doesn’t work, they start kicking him until he’s off.

  He coughs and a stream of blood hits the ground. Kendricks is holding his stomach and gasping for air. His face is already starting to swell up and turn purple with a black eye.

  Callan’s eyes are wild as he takes on the other three guys alone. Their punches are brutal, but he takes it in stride each time, giving them back exactly what they dish out.

  His eyes lock on mine for a split second and he receives a punch to the stomach for it.

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  I reach in my pocket for my phone when I hear a voice shout, “What the fuck!”

  They all freeze, including Callan.

  I glance toward the source of the voice and find a tall guy with tousled dark brown hair and hazel eyes approaching us swiftly. That jawline is oh so familiar. I didn’t get a full view of his face before and now that I have, I can’t help the blush that rises to my face. Those gorgeous genes of theirs are strong.

  “What the fuck happened here?” Dane Goldsworthy booms.

  Chapter Eight

  Callan

  Fuck, my lip is busted open. I wipe my finger over my bottom lip to stop the blood from running down my chin.

  Trust Daney boy to come to their rescue.

  He stops in between us and Wil.

  “Well?” he asks his teammates.

  I spit the blood welling up in my mouth on the ground near one of their feet.

  “Cap, we–” one of them starts.

  One lie out of their mouths and I’ll keep punching the living daylights out of them.

  “They assaulted me,” Wil blurts.

  Dane’s head turns to her and then back to them. “That’s my cousin’s girl. All four of you, get the fuck up and head to the bus. Coach will hear about it as soon as I’m there.”

  The three of them scramble forward to help the beaten guy on the ground and they help him limp away. Fucking sack of shits.

  They thought they could run my game and mess with my toy. I’ll be the only one to break her.

  Dane helps me up off the ground and pats me on the back. “Dude, I thought you were going to wait for me outside the locker room.”

  “The locker room? I thought you said the bathrooms. Well whatever. I’ve had a lot going on with taking over from Heath and all.”

  He nods. “Is it fucked up to say congrats? I know these aren’t good circumstances, but being the president of a fraternity is a huge deal.”

  “Well I guess I should congratulate you too. You’re president of your AAA chapter.”

  “Not because I want to be,” he mutters, running a hand over the back of his head. “Listen, I don’t have a lot of time, so should we go somewhere and talk?”

  I eye Wil, a few feet behind him. Her posture tells me she wants to make a run for it and leave, but in order to do that, she’d have to get past me. If I leave to talk to him, she’ll bolt. This is the perfect opportunity to continue our game. She seems to still be a little shaken up so it’s perfect.

  “No, let’s just talk here. Wil won’t tell anyone what we discuss. Right?” I ask, staring at her.

  She doesn’t respond as she stares back, nonverbally fighting me with that stubborn streak of hers. I need to break that. “Big mouths get stuffed, princess. Remember that.”

  Her lips thin and she nods slightly.

  Good.

  I turn back to Dane. “So, how’d you know Lacey was missing?”

  He sighs. “She called me in the morning and told me she’d be at the game. After the game, I tried to find her. She was nowhere to be found. Tried to call her, no resp
onse. I’m investigating a few leads now since the police in our area are lazy as fuck.”

  “And she didn’t seem different at all during that last phone call?”

  He shakes his head. “She was her same overly optimistic self. Nothing seemed off. We can’t find her car either. It’s already been so long, I don’t think…fuck, I don’t think she’s alive anymore.”

  And pretty soon, no matter how much money his parents or mine shove at the police, they’ll stop looking for our siblings. We’ll never know what happened to them.

  “Do whatever you need to do to get answers,” I tell him, eyeing Wil. “I’ll do the same. Keep me updated.”

  “Will do. But hey, where’s Coll? I thought I’d be able to see her too while I’m here.”

  “She took the plane up north. She’s meeting with Sophie tonight. I’ll text you an update as soon as I hear from her.”

  “Great.” Dane holds his hand out and I take it as he pulls me in and claps me on the shoulder. “Stay safe. Don’t take any chances. I can’t have you disappearing on me too.”

  I’d like to see a fucker try and kill me. “You too.” He smiles at Wil and lopes off.

  “So it’s true,” she murmurs.

  “If you’re talking about my cousins going missing, yes.”

  She blinks. “Well, I couldn’t possibly have been responsible for them. Let’s end this here and now.”

  I stalk toward her with careful steps. She doesn’t move as I reach her, leaning down until our faces are only inches apart. “Our game continues tonight, princess. The police believe those cases are separate from Heath’s. I still need to get the truth out of you. So let’s go.”

  I grab her arm and she instantly goes dead weight, keeping her feet down hard. “Hell no. I’m not doing this again.”

  “You’re going to keep doing this until you tell me the fucking truth Wil. Now, tell me, do I have to carry you over my shoulder again?”

  She makes a frustrated sound in her throat, but she walks behind me with no issues.

  We go out the side entrance close to the locker rooms. A lot of people are still lingering around, fired up about the win that we scored.

  “Callan, hey!” someone shouts.

  I nod in their direction.

  Now that I’m AAA president, everyone wants to get on my good side. I refuse to be Heath’s close though, and bend to everyone else’s will.

  They want something, they need to work for it.

  A flash of orange steps in my path. “Callan,” Ginger purrs.

  “Busy,” I snap, going around her.

  “I’ll be in my dorm, room 110!” she yells as I stride past her.

  Like I’ll ever remember that.

  Wil’s been extremely quiet. I glance back to find her texting on her phone quickly. I stop in my tracks and snatch it from her grasp. “Hey!” she yells.

  I slip it in my pocket and keep walking, ignoring her.

  “Asshole,” she mutters.

  I squeeze her arm a little tighter and she takes a sharp intake of breath. The door to the fraternity is wide open when we get there.

  My new Vice President, secretary, and advisor are in the foyer, talking loudly about the plays in the game. They love to play football, I wonder why they didn’t tryout.

  “Hey, dude. How’d it go?” Noel asks.

  The three of them go quiet when they notice Wil behind me.

  “I’ll talk to you later. I have something to do now. Don’t come find me.”

  Noel, Tyrell, and Vincent absorb my words and go back to talking to each other as I start down the hall.

  “Oh come on. Neither of you three will help me?” Wil screams to them.

  No, because they know that neither of them can stop me from getting what I want.

  Callan Goldsworthy always wins.

  With a smirk, I open the basement door with the key. Not that extra key that Heath would sometimes leave on top of the doorway, but his key.

  Luckily, it was in his room.

  I don’t turn the light on as I drag her behind me. After all, monsters lurk in the darkness. It’s where I live and thrive.

  I throw her onto the couch and she gasps. “Do you remember what we did the last time we were here?”

  Of course she remembers. How could she forget where this game started.

  I don’t hear a response so I blindly move my hands around her body, brushing the softness of her stomach, and then the roundness of her tits, until finally, I find that small throat of hers.

  As I’m about to grab it in my palm, she shocks me by asking. “Why did you help me? Why did you beat those guys up?”

  The answer is simple enough to me. “Because you’re mine to break. My toy to play with. If you saw someone else with their hands on your toy, wouldn’t you be angry?”

  Her breathing accelerates and she spits out, “Just get this over with.” Her voice has that same stubbornness to it.

  Time to break her wide open. I feel around the table for what I put down here earlier. My fingertips graze it and I stretch forward, taking the soft cloth.

  As my eyes adjust to the darkness, I make the cloth taut and put it around her eyes and tie it behind her head. “I can’t. I can’t see, Callan.”

  “Exactly, princess.” I move my hands to the hem of her shirt and take it off, followed by another lacy bra. She gasps and covers herself. I don’t know why she bothers because I can still remember seeing her bouncy tits from the third round of hazing.

  “I’ve already seen everything you have to offer, princess, except what’s between your legs. But I plan to see everything tonight.”

  Her hands jolt out to stop me, but it’s too late. My fingers have already undone the button of her shorts and I yank them down without even touching the zipper.

  Her small hands go to the straps of her panties as she desperately tries to keep those on.

  I smirk and jerk those panties right down. She takes a sharp intake of breath. “That’s what happens when you think you can stop me.”

  Now she’s completely bare to me. I trail my hand over her soft skin and she shivers. “You’re no better than them.”

  “I never claimed to be, princess.”

  She makes a low sound that I can only match with fear in her throat. Good. She needs to be more scared.

  “Of course, if you tell me what I want to know, I won’t have to do this.”

  She screams, “I don’t know! I don’t fucking remember anything.”

  I grasp those thighs of hers roughly, wrenching them apart. She cries out in shock.

  “Fine. Keep telling yourself that.” Her body shakes under my hands as I skim down her inner thighs.

  “I wonder, how many times did my brother fuck you before he disappeared? How tight is this pussy of yours Wil?”

  She doesn’t respond. “Guess I’ll find out for myself.” I grip her right leg tightly in my left hand and move my fingers over her folds.

  “Stop!” she shrieks, tilting her head to the side.

  That one lone word makes me dick jump to life. And she doesn’t stop saying it, she starts chanting it as I tease my fingers over the small hairs down there. I still my fingers and she stops chanting.

  But doesn’t she know, I’m not going to stop?

  I thrust my index finger past her folds and into her pussy. She screams and attempts to scoot back, but she can’t escape my large hand on her leg.

  God, she’s fucking tight. I pull my finger out to the tip and then thrust it back in forcefully. Her body shakes and she emits low sounds in her throat. I add my middle finger in and she shrieks and sobs. “No, please, Callan.” Tears stream down her face, leaking out from below the blindfold.

  My dick jumps in my pants. “Begging won’t help this time, princess.”

  I thrust both fingers inside of her when I start to feel a wetness coating them. She’s getting wet from this. “Your body is betraying you, princess. Do you feel how wet you are? How my fingers are sliding in so easil
y now?”

  She runs her fingernails over my arms, cutting into them with a biting strength. A few places twinge start to burn slightly so I know they’re bleeding or almost bleeding.

  “Scratch me as much as you’d like.” Can’t say I haven’t been scratched by a woman before. Never in anger, but always in pleasure.

  I add a third finger, and she arches off the couch, eyes closed and mouth open as all three slide in and out. A low moan escapes her mouth, echoing through the basement.

  Abruptly, I freeze, fingers still half in and half outside as I feel my dick in my pants aching and begging for release. Fuck. I knew I’d probably get hard, but now it just hurts.

  Get your dick under control, Callan. I grit my teeth and thrust inside her again and hear another moan, low in her throat as if she’s trying to suppress it. It still manages to make my dick hurt like hell.

  Fuck.

  A loud knock sounds on the basement door. Who the fuck is that? I told them not to bother me.

  After taking my fingers out of her tight, wet pussy, I adjust myself in my jeans. I only meant to try and hide this boner, but my hands slow to a stop as I feel her wetness on the tip of my dick.

  I slide my eyes back to her and see the blindfold is still in place. Good. She can’t see me do this. My fingers, still slick from her wetness, slide down my dick, coating it completely.

  Fuck, I hate how good that feels. I pull my hand out quickly and step back. “Next time, my dick goes in your pussy.”

  I walk away from her and take the steps going up the stairs. This better be fucking important.

  Opening the door, I find it’s neither of my friends. “Silverstone. The fuck do you want?”

  He smiles widely and peers over my shoulder. “Sorry to interrupt your fun. Who’s that down there?”

  “None of your fucking business. What do you need?” I snap.

  “Don’t get testy. I need to make you aware of something now that you’ve gotten settled into your position.” He nods his head toward the hallway. “Come.”

  What the fuck could this be about?

  I angle my head down the stairs and yell, “Leave once you’re dressed.”