LEGEND: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Rosewood High Book 7)

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Please don’t run. We can watch the movie. Just chill out.”

  His hands land on my upper arms to stop me and when I refuse to look him in the eyes, he ducks down so I have no choice.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper again, my voice full of emotion.

  “Harley, stop.” One of his hands cups my cheek and he catches the tear that falls with his thumb. “It doesn’t matter.”

  I rip my eyes from his, too embarrassed to look into them, but when I look down, I find his cock still tenting his jeans and I hate myself all over again.

  What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve got the kindest, sweetest guy standing in front of me practically begging me to spend time with him yet when I close my eyes all I see is him.

  It’s been over a year since I was anywhere near him. I shouldn’t even remember that night, let alone allow it to fill my mind when I should be enjoying my time with my boyfriend.

  “It… it does to me. I’m sorry.”

  Pulling myself from his grip, I pull the front door open and race through it.

  9

  Kyle

  It’s nice feeling part of something again and as I look around at Zayn’s friends, I wonder if this was where I was supposed to be all along.

  There’s music playing in the background and there are football replays on the TV but no one’s paying any attention to them, they’re either too drunk, high or have a girl in their lap. Okay, so that’s just Zayn and Ashton whose girls are here. For some reason, they’ve banned any others from joining us tonight. Seems a little unfair if you ask me but there we go.

  “You two wanna take it upstairs. I might have missed you, bro, but I don’t want to see your cock,” I slur at Zayn who’s got Poppy grinding down on his lap beside me. “Unless you wanted me to join. I’m sure I could teach your girl a thing or two.”

  “Shut the fuck up, Legend, and keep your fucking hands to yourself,” he growls although he never lifts his head from his girl’s neck.

  “Touchy,” I mock. “I bet Ash isn’t so possessive.”

  “I wouldn’t put any money on that bet, man. You want to get your dick wet, just wait until the cheer squad are off their faces tomorrow night. You’ll have them lining up to welcome you to Rosewood properly.”

  “Zayn,” Poppy squeals. “You’re a pig.”

  “You gonna try telling him that it’s not true?” He stares at his girl with his brow raised.

  Her lips are swollen from his kiss, her cheeks are red and her eyes are blown with lust. Reaching down, I rearrange my semi. Fuck, I want a girl looking like that on my lap.

  “Err… no, he’s right. They’re a bunch of whores. Just be careful, yeah. We all know where they’ve been.” She glances around the room before training her eyes back on her boy.

  “Hey, I’m a one-woman man.”

  “Now you are,” she points out.

  “Damn fucking straight and I’m about to prove it. Excuse us.” Zayn stands with Poppy still in his arms and after telling everyone in the room to fuck off out of his house, they disappear out the door.

  “Pussy-whipped motherfucker,” someone calls after him.

  “Let’s get the fuck out of here. The juniors are partying at Richstone’s. Shall we?”

  A round of agreement sounds out and after a few minutes, everyone starts to leave.

  “Fury, Rubes, you coming?”

  “She’s fucking coming alright.”

  “Ashton.” If Ruby was supposed to be chastising him then it fails massively when his name leaves her lips as a moan.

  “Fuck, I need to get laid,” Justin mutters before he follows the others from the room.

  “Right, well, I’ll leave you two to it.”

  “Appreciated, man,” Ash says as he kisses down Ruby’s chest. “Work out in the morning?”

  “Sure. Message me when you don’t have a chick attached to you.”

  He flips me off behind Ruby’s back and I slip out of the room, closing the door behind me to give them some privacy.

  I’ve got my hand on the front door, about to rip it open when I look over my shoulder at the stairs. A smirk pulls at my lips as an idea hits me.

  Jada’s out and the two couples left in this house are most definitely preoccupied, so…

  Before I’ve finished processing the thought, I’m halfway up the stairs that I’m hoping will lead me to Harley’s bedroom.

  “Oh God, Zayn,” Poppy cries out when I hit the top step.

  I shake my head, wondering how Jada and Harley put up with that shit on probably a daily basis before I come to a stop at the door opposite where the noise is coming from and push it open.

  I know it’s hers almost immediately and not just because the walls are as red as her hair but it smells like her. Everything about the space is just like her.

  Closing the door behind me, I step into the middle of the room, taking everything in.

  I’m standing at a bookcase on the other side of the room, running my eyes over the insane number of framed photos she has when the door opens behind me.

  I was so lost staring at snippets of her life that I didn’t hear any movement outside the room.

  Her sobs rip through the room and when I spin around, I find her with her back to the door and her face in her hands.

  Okay, this was not what I was expecting.

  I open my mouth to say something but soon realize I have no words.

  I watch her for long seconds as she crumbles before me.

  Part of me enjoys seeing her pain after the agony she sentenced me to this past year, but there is a softer part buried somewhere deep inside me that feels for her and wants to help. Sadly, when she does realize that she’s got an audience, it’s not that nice part of me that emerges.

  I take a step forward and the floor beneath my feet creaks loud enough to be heard over her cries.

  Her head lifts from her hands and her eyes go wide as a scream rips from her throat.

  I’m on her in a heartbeat, my hand wrapped around her mouth so she doesn’t alert Zayn.

  Her tear-filled eyes stare into mine. Confusion, shock, and misery swim in them.

  “Hey, Kitten. What a surprise to see you here.” I smirk down at her as she claws at my forearm, desperately trying to remove my hand from her mouth.

  “Get the hell out of my room, asshole,” she seethes the second I release her.

  I chuckle, stepping closer and forcing her to press herself back against the door.

  “I think I might hang around for a bit if it’s all the same to you. It looks like you might need some company, Kitten.” Lifting my hand, I reach out to wipe at her tear tracks but she snaps her head to the side before I can touch her.

  “What’s wrong? Couldn’t he get it up for you?”

  “Fuck you, Kyle.”

  “Ah, was that the problem?” I lean in until my lips brush the shell of her ear. “That he wasn’t me?”

  She gasps but at no point does she try to argue, which I find interesting.

  “Get the hell away from me and out of my house.”

  Her palms slam down on my chest and she pushes but her strength is no match for mine.

  “It’s almost cute that you think you can push me around.”

  “If you’d just leave me alone then I’d have no reason to touch you, let alone push you.”

  “And what would be the fun in that. I wouldn’t want you to forget me.”

  “Trust me, that’s impossible,” she spits, staring up at me with her top lip curled in disgust.

  “Why’s that, Kitten? Am I in here?” I tap her temple with two of my fingers.

  “Will you stop touching me?”

  “No. No, I don’t think I will. Do you know why?”

  “If I let you tell me, will you do me a solid and get out of my fucking bedroom?”

  I pretend to think about it. “No.”

  She rolls her eyes at me, and I reach out and take her chin in my hand.

  “Ow,” she complains, pu
lling at my arm in the hope it’ll make me let go.

  “What happened tonight, Kitten? What did that motherfucker do to have you back here before midnight in tears?”

  “N-nothing.”

  “Oh really? You two had the entire house to yourselves for the night so I heard, so in my mind, you should probably be naked right about now.”

  I step into her body, my knee pushing between hers and my hips pinning her to the wall.

  “J-Just because we had an e-empty house, it doesn’t mean—”

  “You’re trying to tell me that he wanted to play scrabble, Kitten?” She tries turning her face away from me, but my grip tightens and I hold her in place ensuring she has nowhere else to look but into my eyes.

  “So what happened?”

  She purses her lips shut, refusing to talk to me, although whatever it is that sent her running is still playing on her mind because her eyes are still full of unshed tears.

  Tension crackles between us as I silently plead with her to tell me so I know if I need to go and knock the stupid motherfucker out for making her cry while she begs me to let it go and leave her alone.

  She might not have figured it out yet, but only one of us is winning this silent battle.

  “Shall I tell you what I think, if you’re not going to tell me what I need to know?”

  Her eyes narrow at me but still, her lips remain sealed.

  “Okay.” I smirk at her. “I think Prep Boy isn’t who you really want. I think you know that he can’t give you what you need. You think he’s who you should want. You think he’ll look after you with his fancy fucking car and weighty trust fund.

  “But he doesn’t do it for you, does he?

  “See, you can take the girl out of the trailer park, Harley, but you can never take the trailer park out of the girl.”

  Her breathing increases as I talk, her chest heaves and her nostrils flare with her need for air where she still refuses to part her lips.

  “I think…” I continue. “He touches you like you’re made of glass. Like you’re something precious that he needs to treasure. Whereas—”

  She gasps, “Kyle,” as I rip her jacket from her arms and throw it to the floor behind me.

  In seconds, I have both of her wrists pressed against the door above her head in one of my hands.

  “Oh, so now you have something to say. Kinda proves my point, don’t you think?”

  “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  A smug smile pulls at my lips. “Don’t I? I know you, Harley Hunter. I know you better than you think I do, and I know exactly what you need. Want me to prove it to you?”

  Her eyes hold mine, shining brightly with defiance, daring me to do exactly what I just said although she’s terrified to actually demand it of me.

  I crowd myself against her, loving the heat of her skin against my body. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve felt anyone’s body against mine and I fucking crave more.

  Skin on skin.

  My cock aches at the thought of having her bare beneath me to show her just how it should be done.

  “You look so beautiful when you cry.” My voice is softer than it was before and her eyes narrow in suspicion.

  Leaning forward, I lick up her cheek. Her salty tears coat my tongue and the need that’s growing within me almost explodes.

  I’ve no doubt I could lift her against the door right now and take her. She might want to fight me. She might hate me. But there’s no denying what her body wants. She wanted it that night and she wants it now despite her spending the evening with her prissy boyfriend.

  “There’s just one problem though.” I cup her cheek tenderly and swipe a fresh tear with my thumb. Leaning in closer so our lips are almost touching, I tell her what I’m really thinking. “I wasn’t the one who made you do it. He did.”

  She gasps as my hand wraps around her throat. Her lips parting and her eyes widening.

  “Now tell me, Kitten. Why did that motherfucker make you cry on your big night?”

  “Leave please,” she begs but there’s no strength behind her words. It’s what she thinks she should be saying.

  “Kitten, stop trying to be a good little girl, we both know you aren’t. Tell me the truth.”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Trust me. I’m about thirty seconds from doing just that.”

  She swallows nervously under my grip, her pulse hammering against my fingertips.

  “Oh, is that what you want? You want me to fuck you, Kitten?”

  “No, I—”

  “Wasn’t he man enough for the job? Do we need to show him just how it’s done?”

  I drop my lips to her neck and bite down on the sensitive skin right above where my thumb is digging into her flesh.

  “Kyle,” she cries, her knee lifting as if she’s going to take another shot at me.

  Not this time, baby.

  I thread my knee between her thighs once again and ensure it pushes against her pussy, knowing that she’s not going to resist the urge to grind on me if she’s as turned on as I think she is.

  “Fuck, you taste too good to be so bad.”

  I drag my teeth down her collarbone, the heat of her skin damn near burning my lips.

  “Did he do this to you, Kitten? Did he kiss every inch of this sinful body before he made you cry?”

  “Kyle, you need—” she whimpers but her words are cut off when I make my way down to the neckline of her dress and the swell of her breast.

  “Did he get here, Kitten? Did he find out that you weren’t wearing anything beneath your dress?”

  She shakes her head and it’s damn near impossible to contain my smile.

  “What a stupid motherfucker. Right there for the taking and he didn’t unwrap you and take what was his.”

  I drag the front of her dress down and expose her breast. Small, perfect and begging for my lips.

  “Oh God,” she gasps as I suck her peak into my mouth and swirl my tongue around the hard bud.

  “This what you needed, Kitten?”

  “Fuck, you need to stop, Kyle. We shouldn’t be—”

  “Fuck what we should and shouldn’t do, Harley. You fucking owe me, and I want to fucking punish you for it.”

  “W-what are you going to do?”

  I don’t answer her, mainly because I don’t have one.

  I’ve pictured a million and one ways I’ve wanted to hurt her for what she did to me that night. But now we’re here, her scent filling my nose and her taste is on my tongue, all I want to do is take.

  Take everything from that stupid motherfucker who wasn’t man enough to make her his.

  I work my way back up to her neck and drag my lips across her cheek until they’re hovering right above her full lips.

  My mouth waters to kiss her. To remember exactly what it was like to lose myself in her and forget the outside world and all the bullshit in our lives.

  But I don’t.

  Instead, I find the bottom of her dress and lift it higher, not that it’s covering much as it is.

  “What about here, Kitten?”

  I rub my fingertips along her lace-covered seam. She trembles in my hold, her throat working on overdrive as she swallows and her pulse races.

  A whimper falls from her lips but I refuse to give her anymore until she answers me.

  “Kitten?”

  Her eyes hold mine, narrowing in anger and frustration.

  “If you want more, you’re going to need to answer my question.”

  “I hate you,” she seethes.

  “And yet you’re so fucking wet for me. Are you lying to me, Kitten?”

  “No. I really fucking hate you.”

  “Good,” I snap, startling her. “Because I really fucking hate you too. Now tell me, did he touch you.”

  Something sparkles in her eyes and her lips twitch at the corners.

  “Yes,” she states proudly. “Yes, he had his fingers all over my pussy. That what you wanted to he
ar?”

  Something explodes within me and I rip my hand from her throat and slam it down on the door beside her head, startling her.

  “Kyle, what the fuck?”

  “This…” I say, cupping her with my entire hand, her juices coating my fingers even through the lace as her heat burns me. “This is mine. Do you understand that?”

  “He’s m-my boyfriend.”

  “Who sent you home tonight from your date crying. I really think you should reconsider, Kitten.”

  “F-for you?” she stutters.

  A wicked chuckle falls from my lips. “No, Kitten. I already own you.”

  “Kyle,” she squeals as I rip her panties aside and sink my fingers into her wetness.

  “So fucking wet for me, Kitten. How long have you been thinking about this, about me touching you?”

  Her lips part but as I push deeper into her heat, no words come out.

  I press the length of my body against her as my finger continues to work her, stroking her walls as her muscles clamp down around me. Her hands wrap around my forearm, her nails digging in but at no point does she try to stop me or pull me away, just like I knew she wouldn’t.

  “Did he feel this good?” I groan in her ear, my cock rubbing against her hip desperate to get in on the action.

  She shakes her head violently from side to side.

  “Kyle,” she gasps when I slide a second digit inside her. “Oh God.”

  I bend my fingers, searching out her sweet spot as her juices continue to drip down my hand.

  “Did he make you come?” I whisper in her ear but this time she remains silent. “Answer me, or I stop. Did. He. Make. You. Come?”

  She shakes her head, although a little less enthusiastically than before.

  A smile tugs at one side of my lips. Fucking prep school pussy.

  “Why, Kitten? Why couldn’t he get you like this?” I pull back to watch her as she rides my hand.

  The straps of her dress have fallen from her shoulders, lowering the neckline of her dress, and although her breasts are covered, it doesn’t leave much to the imagination. Her chest heaves, exposing her nipples every time she sucks in a ragged breath.

  Her teeth attack her bottom lip as she races toward the end, her entire face is flushed hot and her eyes are tightly closed.