Fierce

by Wild, Clarissa

  Crossing my arms, I turn around and sigh. “I think I can make my own decisions.”

  He’s right in front of me, literally in my face, his lips curved mischievously. “You don’t just want to go home quickly. You want to get away from me. You’re avoiding it,” he chimes.

  “That’s right.”

  “You don’t want to admit you don’t like seeing me with other chicks. You want me for yourself.” He leans in and places his big hands on the hood, trapping me between his arms. The air is suddenly thick, and it feels hard to breathe.

  “You’re an ass and you know it,” I snap.

  He laughs. “You’re still under the impression that I was enjoying the party.”

  “You sure looked like you had fun with Scarlet!”

  “Hmm … and that’s where you’re wrong.”

  He leans in so close, our foreheads almost touch. He’s taunting me, gauging my reaction. I won’t give in to his games. I won’t lose. Not this time.

  My teeth are chattering, but I won’t stop looking him straight in the eye.

  “She just wants to numb the pain. They all do. That’s what I give them. I know what you’re thinking, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. My only role at that party was to hand out drugs. Period.”

  “It wouldn’t surprise me if it was more than that,” I retort. “You let them feel you up. Of course I’m thinking that’s also one of the things you do.”

  He chuckles. “Thanks for the compliment. I feel flattered, but no, I’m not a gigolo,” he muses. “God. You almost sound like a girlfriend.”

  My eyes widen and my entire body heats up from his comment. Only now do I notice his black t-shirt is completely soaked, and sticks to his delicious body. I can see every nook, each dent, all the hard lines and curves of his muscles. It’s almost … bare. Just the mere thought of seeing him naked is turning my brains to mush.

  “Oh, did I strike a nerve?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” My hands are shivering, so I clench the car behind me. It doesn’t stop the trembling.

  “You know, I quite like this quibbling. It got some fun back into my life,” he says, chortling.

  “You’re just provoking me.”

  He frowns, but his lips still show his amusement. “I’m dead serious. It’s funny seeing you get so worked up over nothing.”

  “It’s not nothing!”

  “Hmm … no, I know what you want. You want to be the first to tame me. And you want me to ravage you.”

  He squints, flashing a grin that’s making me flush so badly.

  My folds are getting wet, I can feel it. I can’t help myself, even though I feel so fucking bad for feeling like this right now. He just does that to me.

  But all he wants is to incite me to get angry.

  “You’re just making a joke out of this.”

  “Why would I?” His eyes are half-mast now.

  “Because I told you I never really had a boyfriend before, and you think that’s funny.”

  He closes his eyes, cocks his head and laughs loudly. I just stare at him, fazed.

  “You really don’t see it, do you?” he says after a while.

  “What?”

  “I’ve tried to keep you away from me. To show you that I’m a bastard. To make you see that I’m fucking messed up. And you still want me.”

  I suck in my lip as he says those last words.

  “Who said I want you? You keep putting those words into my mouth. I never said anything like that.”

  He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like a guttural groan instead. The sound turns on every part of my body. It’s hard to ignore my pulsing nub, and the overwhelming need to let him be the first to take me.

  My body is telling me to jump his bones, while my brain is telling me to run as fast as I can. I don’t know what I really want anymore.

  “And don’t say those things about yourself.”

  He shakes his head. “But you can?”

  “Yes, well―”

  “Oh, just shut up already.”

  Suddenly he inches closer and presses his lips firmly down onto mine.

  My eyes are wide open. Hunter’s lips are crushing mine. He’s kissing me.

  Am I dreaming?

  His hot mouth covers mine and ravishes me. Alternating soft kisses with harsh ones, he’s driving me insane.

  My eyes close as he keeps kissing me.

  He’s so fucking good at this, I swear I’m going to faint. I’ve never been kissed like this before. He’s like a predator, a prowling animal, and I’m the feast he’s indulging himself with.

  His long, lavish licks turn me on so much that I moan in his mouth. He responds with a groan, sending shocks through my entire body.

  We’re kissing in the middle of nowhere, in the rain, both wet and wild, and it’s amazing.

  Soon his hands find their way to the small of my back where he digs his fingers into my skin. His kisses are sexy and sensual, and everything I imagined them being. Licking my lips in between his kisses, he forces my mouth to part and dips his tongue inside. He explores my mouth, and lets his hands reign freely over my back. Everywhere he goes, goose bumps pop up, and my body trembles from his touch.

  Hunter steps closer and puts his hands on my waist. He lifts me up and sets me down on the hood of the car with no problem, continuing his wolfish raid on me. My thighs go watery as his legs part mine. He nudges me open, getting closer and closer as if he wants to claim my body right here, right now.

  With his full, beautiful mouth on mine, I give up the fight. He’s tempted me, chased me, persuaded me, and now I’m his.

  His scorching kisses feel so hungry, so full of desire, I can’t help but get completely wound up.

  He moans one last time before retreating and gazing right at me. I don’t want him to stop. The sensual look in his eyes seeps into every one of my pores, awakening my blooming sexuality.

  “You’re not fighting me anymore …” I don’t know if that’s a question or a statement. His husky voice turns me upside down and makes me feel so aroused.

  “I told you I give girls what they want.” The smug smile on his face is both annoyingly sexy as it is fucking vexing. “I knew I’d get you eventually.”

  Only after a few seconds does it register what he just said. Am I just a chase? He’s been planning this?

  He’s still making a joke out of this, even after kissing me.

  Then I realize I played right into his hands. He did that on purpose. I let him chase me and claim his prize.

  He won.

  I push him forward and wriggle my way under his arm to get away.

  “Hey, where are you going?” he says, coming after me.

  “I’m gonna sit in the car and wait this out.”

  “Why?” He catches up to me and grabs my wrist.

  “Because you’re still playing with me.”

  “What?” he says, his brows edging toward each other.

  “Stop fucking playing around for once! What you just did was cruel. You can’t just toy with my heart like that!”

  He grabs both my arms and pins me to the car door, making it impossible for me to escape.

  “I am not toying with you.” I try to tackle him, but he traps my legs between his. “Unless that’s what you want … I can play with you all night if you ask me to. And I will take that offer.”

  Oh. My. God.

  There he goes again, making me all hot and bothered with his words. He knows it. That’s why he’s doing it. And it’s fucking humiliating.

  “What do you want from me?” I say with a desperate tone.

  “I’m not playing with you. I just like to see you blush. Lucky me, I get to see it often.”

  “Why?”

  He cocks his head and chortles. “Isn’t it obvious? I want you.”

  I stare at him in amazement. Is this real?

  He makes my stomach twist, and butterflies zing through my entire abdomen. It feels like my ent
ire being has been waiting for this moment.

  But I can’t get it out of my mind that I saw Scarlet kissing him.

  It’s like she’s sullied him. I know it’s ridiculous, but that’s how I feel. He was supposed to be … mine.

  As if he ever was. He must’ve had plenty of girls before. I’m just another one to add to his list.

  “What about Scarlet then? She kissed you.”

  “Who cares? I don’t. She was just clinging to me. Doesn’t mean it matters. At least, not to me.”

  “But―”

  “I. Don’t. Want. Her.” He squeezes my arms, raising his eyebrows. “I want you,” he says with a deep, husky voice.

  He lowers his head, resting his forehead against mine. His piercing gray eyes are enigmatic and seductive. His lips are parted, but he remains still, as if he’s waiting for me.

  Then his tongue dips out and he licks his luscious lower lip, sucking it in, biting a little.

  Holy shit. I think I just died.

  “Tell me what you want. What you really need. Do you want me to let you go? Do you want me to stop hunting for you?” he murmurs.

  Taking in a sharp breath, I hesitate. I’m not sure what to say. It feels so unreal, and yet the look in his eyes tell me this is the truth. He looks so desperate, almost vulnerable, and it makes me believe him.

  All this time he really wanted me.

  “Kiss me,” I say. “I want you to kiss me.”

  It doesn’t take him a second to process my answer.

  I feel his breath against my cheek, as he slowly inches closer to my lips. My brain is telling me not to do this. That he isn’t good for me. That he’s only in it for the fun and excitement. That I should pull back.

  But I don’t care anymore.

  I’ve been dying to touch him and kiss him, and I’m not letting this moment slip by any longer.

  As his mouth crashes into mine, shocks run through my entire body. He is quick and eager and ravishes me with his kisses. I can’t resist. His hot mouth on mine is making me feel delirious. It’s like a drug, so powerful.

  Pinning my hands in a vice grip beside my head, he sucks on my lips. I moan out loud as he nibbles and then leaves short little kisses.

  Every pore in my body screams out for him to touch me. Our mouths are a hot, wet mix. Anxious. Sultry. It makes me weak to the knees.

  Desire swells as his kisses unleash a fever inside me. Lust is building, and I can no longer ignore it.

  His hands slide down my arms to my waist as he dips his tongue in and out of my mouth, coaxing me. He groans, his lips dragging to my jaw, kissing me everywhere. I pant as he slips down my neck to the spot that makes me want to surrender completely.

  My hands wrap around his muscular neck as he fervently kisses my jaw, dragging his tongue along the way. It’s so freaking hot that I moan, and he chuckles in delight. When he nips my earlobe, I’m done for.

  He retreats for a second, panting, visibly strained. His eyes are dark in a wicked way. “God, that dress,” he murmurs. “Why’d you have to put that on?”

  I giggle when he leaves another peck on my collarbone, almost too hungry to stop devouring me.

  “Couldn’t come to the party in a pair of sweatpants,” I mutter.

  “Hmmm …” The rumbling sound coming from his chest sounds like a growl and a groan at the same time. It’s so fucking sexy.

  “You look so damn hot … You don’t wanna know what goes on in my mind when you’re all dressed up like this. It’s too dirty to handle,” he whispers close to my ear.

  I get goose bumps all over my body as his thirsty eyes sweep over my entire body from top to bottom.

  “Although I wouldn’t mind the sweatpants either,” he says with a low voice. “Easier to take off.”

  Wow. It’s still mind-blowing that he thinks about me like that. So sexual. So fucking arousing.

  My mind is going blank. All I want is him. My blood is pumping into one direction, and I’m feeling more promiscuous by the second.

  God, I want him to touch me.

  He moves back to my lips and nips them, while his strong hands shift to my ass. As he squeezes it, I gasp, but he interrupts me with a feverish kiss on the mouth.

  I wrap my arms around his muscular neck, dying with sensations. My fingers run through his spiky hair, gripping his head to keep him close. I want him so badly, a kiss isn’t even enough.

  His calloused fingers slide down to my legs. My nerve endings are on fire, as he slowly drags up my dress. Feeling the pads of his fingers brushing my bare skin is sending hot streaks through my body.

  My nub is pulsing, and I want to press my body up against him. He responds by pushing himself against me, our clothes scraping, wrinkling up. I get all riled up by his sexy, insistent mouth, but when I feel his erection against my thigh I perish under his touch.

  He’s so fucking hot, and he wants me. He wants me.

  That alone is already making me want to give it all up to him.

  My hands slip down his neck to his pectorals, as I feel my way across his broad chest, wanting to explore every part of him. It’s like a forbidden fruit has just been placed in front of me, and I’m finally allowed to take it. I don’t want to stop feeling him, touching him, kissing him.

  Suddenly, I want his tongue all over me. I want his hands to roam my body and expose all my secret titillating spots. I want him to take me.

  But then he takes his mouth off me.

  I’m fazed, feeling out of this world, and he gazes at me with wet lips that are just too good to leave alone.

  As I lean in to press my lips back on his, he puts a finger between us. “Wait …” he mutters.

  His eyes flick to the road beside us, while my mouth hangs open, hungry for more.

  “Why are we stopping?” I say.

  “They’re here,” he mutters.

  “Who?” I stammer, still oblivious to the world around me.

  He steps aside, and suddenly I’m feeling cold and wet.

  We’re both soaked, but only now do I realize we’ve been kissing in the rain without a care in the world.

  A car drives up to us, and a man steps out. “You were the ones who called, right?”

  Shit. I pull down my dress and straighten it, feeling like I’ve been caught doing something against the law.

  “Yeah, thanks for coming,” Hunter says, clearing his throat.

  And there we have it. Our car will be towed away and the driver will take us back to the dorm. Hunter will have to explain to whomever he borrowed the car from that he won’t get it back for a while.

  To be honest, it’s the least of my worries right now.

  I’m so hot for Hunter, and now he’s left me completely dry. A blazing fire left to sizzle out in the rain.

  I don’t think I’ve ever been more disappointed by someone showing up to rescue us.

  Chapter 18

  What Happens in the Dark, Stays in the Dark

  My clit has been thrumming the entire trip home. It’s like my nerves have gone haywire. Every time I move even an inch, I feel my most sensitive parts scream out in agony. The desire to rub myself is so strong that I can barely stop myself, but I want him to be the one doing it.

  Unfortunately, Hunter hasn’t looked at me since. He hasn’t even glanced at me. Not once.

  Not after the kiss. That kiss. The one that made me red-hot with need.

  My entire body is craving him, and he seems to be ignoring me completely. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose. Almost as if he doesn’t want me anymore.

  The look on his face shows agony, but at the same time he seems pissed and turned into himself. Like he’s thinking about it too much.

  I wonder what is going on inside his mind.

  Swallowing away the lump in my throat, I clench my thighs together as my clit starts throbbing again. Each time I catch a glimpse of his luscious lips, all I can think of is having them all over me.

  We walk up the stairs of our dorm, and when I sp
ot the door to my room all I feel is misery. I don’t want to go in there and be alone. That’s torture.

  He turns, opening the door to his room, and doesn’t even look at me before stepping inside.

  “Wait,” I say.

  With his back toward me he stops. He turns his head, but not enough to look me in the eye.

  “Let’s just go to bed. It’s late.”

  What the hell?

  “Don’t you want to …”

  Suddenly, he turns around and stares at me. The look in his eyes is deadly, but I’m not sure if it’ll kill me or seduce me.

  “I can’t.”

  “Why not?” I say, frowning.

  He sighs. “Let’s just leave it at that kiss.”

  He wants to close the door, but I put a foot inside, preventing him from shutting me out.

  “I want more,” I say softly.

  His half-mast eyes flick to the floor and then back up to my face, sweeping over my body again like he did before. He bites his lip and clenches the door firmly, as if he has to hold himself back.

  “You say that now, but you have no idea what you really want.”

  “Don’t decide that for me. I know what I want.”

  “We should stop this now, while we still can.” He turns around, leaving the door open, and slumps toward his bed.

  “What?” I say, angry. Tears well up in my eyes again. He can’t be serious. This can’t be happening again. He can’t do that to me.

  “I swear, if you just kissed me as a joke, I’ll―”

  “It wasn’t. I kissed you because I couldn’t hold back anymore.”

  “What?” I stammer as I step inside.

  He drops down onto his bed, buries his head between his hands and sighs. It sounds more like a tormented grunt. Like he doesn’t know how to deal with this.

  “I don’t get it. Why don’t you want to kiss me again if you liked it?”

  “I did, but we can’t. I can’t give you what you need.”

  I close the door behind me and walk forward, stopping in the middle of his room.

  “You deserve a good guy. I’m not one of those. Nothing’s going to change that.”

  “I don’t want a good guy. I want you.”