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

by Tracy Lorraine

  “Yes.”

  “Good girl. You know how I hate it when you lie to me.”

  My chest heaves, my fingers curling in the sheet beneath me as I wait for him to do something, to touch me, anything but he’s frozen.

  I wish I could see him properly, read the expression on his face and take in every inch of his body. But he’s cloaked in darkness, almost as if he’s a figment of my imagination. But I know he’s not. His touch burns too hot, his bites sting too much.

  After long seconds, he finally moves but it’s not in the direction I was hoping for.

  Instead, he climbs off the bed, lifts his hands to his head and paces the room.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask, watching his movements in the shadows.

  Part of me wants to reach for the light, but another part loves the darkness.

  He comes to a stop at the window and stares out for the longest time, although I have no idea what he’s trying to find. It’s pitch black out there with the moon covered in a thick layer of rain clouds.

  “Kyle, what’s—”

  At my words, he turns and drops his hands to his waistband, tugging at the fabric until it drops from his hips.

  Oh God, this is happening.

  Every muscle in my body clenches as he closes the space between us.

  Without another word, he drops to his knees at the end of my bed, wraps his hands around my ankles and drags me to him, throwing my legs over his shoulders and sucking my clit into his mouth.

  “Oh my—” I slam my lips shut, reaching for a pillow to cover my face with and he continues his delicious assault on my body.

  My back arches, my hips lift, my heels dig into his back, my fingers tug at his hair but he never lets up. Not even for a second.

  His attack is brutal. Each swipe of his tongue and graze of his teeth send me closer to an intense release that is almost in touching distance.

  “Kyle, Kyle, Kyle,” I chant as he slides a finger inside me, adding to the sensations that are already driving me crazy. “Oh my God, oh my God.”

  This is so much better than the last time—and I thought that was good.

  “Come for me, Kitten,” he growls against my clit and I’m powerless but to do as I’m told.

  My body quakes as pleasure like I’ve never known crashes over me in wave after wave of delicious ecstasy.

  He doesn’t stop until I’ve come back down, and even then he only moves as far as my inner thigh where he bites down so hard, I have no doubt he draws blood.

  “Oh shit,” I moan, the pain setting off aftershocks of pleasure.

  I really fucking hope this isn’t over yet because I already know that I need more.

  23

  Kyle

  The taste of copper fills my mouth, but I don’t stop. I need her to remember that I was here for a long time after I walk back out of her door.

  Should I have come over here in the middle of the night and broken into her house? No, probably not. But I really don’t give a shit.

  Seeing that photo on my phone. Knowing that Gray is close to her. It fucked me up, and I needed to know that she was safe.

  I want to say that my initial intentions were purely innocent. Make sure she’s safe and leave. But I’m pretty sure I’d be lying.

  After the way we were forced to end things earlier. This needed to happen.

  I release my grip on her thigh and swipe my tongue over the bite mark as she shudders beneath me.

  “Kyle?” Her voice is nervous and unsure, but it’s deep and gravelly thanks to the orgasm she came down from only seconds ago, and I fucking love it.

  Climbing up, I wrap her legs around my waist and fall over her, taking her lips on mine and allowing her to taste herself on me.

  I kiss her like I might die without it, and I realize that actually, I might. I’ve craved this for so fucking long. I’ve dreamed of this for so fucking long.

  Everything about Harley Hunter, even when we were kids, spoke to me on another level. It wasn’t just because Zayn was my best friend that I basically lived in their trailer as we were growing up. I had to be there. Then when she walked into that party a year ago looking like my every fantasy and her big brother nowhere to be seen, I knew it was my chance.

  If only things happened differently.

  I wonder where we’d be now.

  My hand runs down her thigh until I grip onto her ass, rubbing my cock against her burning pussy.

  “You’re mine, Harley Hunter. You belong to me,” I say against her cheek.

  “Yes, Ky, yes.”

  Fuck.

  My chest swells at her words as I reach down between us and take myself in hand so I can find her entrance.

  I tease her with just the tip and she greedily tries to suck me deeper. She’s so wet, so fucking hot, it takes every ounce of restraint I have not to just sink right into her.

  “You want my cock, Kitten?” I ask her, half expecting her to freak out because I know she’s a virgin.

  But instead, when she rips her eyes open and locks her stare on mine the only word that falls from her lips is, “Yes.”

  My lips crash to hers as my free hand skates up her body until I find her throat. Her pulse thunders under my fingertips and her pussy gets wetter as she feels the pressure of my hold.

  Kinky little kitten.

  I pull back and look into her dark, addicting eyes. “You on birth control?”

  She sucks her bottom lip into her mouth and nods.

  “You remember I said I wanted to hurt you?”

  She nods again.

  “Get ready.”

  I thrust forward, filling her as much as I can in this position.

  “Holy fucking—” My hand lifts from her throat to cover her mouth. This really isn’t the position to be in when Zayn comes crashing through the door. I know I’m due a beating for this, and I’ll take it, but not right now.

  She stills beneath me and my teeth grind as I force myself to remain motionless inside her as she gets used to my invasion.

  After long seconds, her eyelids finally flutter open and I drag my hand down from her mouth.

  Something crackles between us as the only sound that can be heard is the faint music from her speaker and our heaving breaths.

  “I’m okay,” she finally whispers, reaching up and wrapping her hand around the back of my neck so she can pull me down to her lips.

  My tongue plunges into her mouth as my hips move and her pussy ripples around my length in the most incredible way.

  This… this right here is why I didn’t fuck anyone else after getting out.

  “Fuck, Harley.”

  “Make it feel good, Ky,” she begs, clearly still in pain.

  I drop my forehead to hers as I fight with my restraint.

  I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her so hard that her eyes cross and I brand myself on her soul forevermore.

  But I can’t. Not yet anyway.

  Next time.

  I smile to myself as I realize that this is just the first of many times I’m going to get this.

  She might think otherwise, but I already know who’s going to win.

  With my fingers back where they belong around her throat, I bring my lips to hers at the same time I flex my hips slowly.

  Her kiss doesn’t falter as I keep moving, so I take that as the sign that she’s okay and lose myself in her.

  “Kitten,” I growl into her mouth. “You’re so fucking tight.”

  She gasps as I push into her a little harder.

  “Ky,” she moans as I release her throat and drop my hand down her body to pinch her swollen clit. “Oh fuck.”

  “Good?”

  “I… I think so.” I chuckle against her neck.

  “It’s more than fucking good, Kitten.”

  I work her until her skin is damp with sweat and her legs are trembling around my hips.

  “You gonna come on my cock, Kitten.”

  “I… I…”

  “Let go,” I dem
and in her ear before biting down on her and circling my hips in a way I’ve discovered makes her purr.

  “Oh God, oh God, oh fuck.” She slams her own hand over her mouth as her pussy clamps down around me. Her back arches as her entire body convulses beneath me.

  Even in the darkness, it’s fucking breathtaking.

  “Fuck, you’re sexy, Kitten.” I thrust two more times before I lose control and my cock jerks violently inside of her. “Harley,” I groan into her neck.

  Still inside her, I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me before claiming her lips once again.

  By the time I let her up for air, her eyes are almost closed with her exhaustion and my cock is hard and ready for another round. But I already know I can’t act on it.

  “So sleepy,” she whispers, curling into my side as if she belongs there.

  My heart pounds and she snuggles against my chest and I wrap my arm around her waist.

  It feels… right.

  Lifting my hand, I thread my fingers into her hair and pull her head back a little so I can press my lips to her head.

  “Thank you,” I whisper, knowing that she’s already succumbed to sleep.

  I hold her for the longest time. It would be so easy to fall asleep and then maybe take her again first thing in the morning. But that’s not what this is and we both know it.

  I have no idea how much time passes, but eventually I manage to convince myself that I need to move.

  I slip from beneath her without waking her and stand before picking up the sheets from the floor ready to cover her up, only something hits my foot and when I look down to see what it is, it gives me a wicked idea that I can’t ignore.

  Draping the sheets over her feet, I gently wrap my hand around the back of her knee, exposing the bite mark I left on her thigh and set to work.

  Only minutes later, I’m dressed and standing with my hand on her doorknob ready to leave.

  My body begs me to stay, to get undressed and slide back under the sheets with her. But my head tells me to leave. She’s going to regret this in the morning, I already know that, and I don’t want to be here to witness it.

  With one more look at her sleeping peacefully in the darkness, I slip out of her room and soon after her house.

  It’s a decision I regret the second I strip out of my clothes and slide into my own cold bed. I might have showered when I got in but I can still smell her, still feel her hot body pressed up against mine and hear the little noises she made when I was inside her.

  My cock tents the sheets, taunting me and telling me that I should have stayed.

  “Fuck,” I hiss into the night as I turn over and attempt to get some sleep. I already know it’s pointless. If it does come, it’s going to be full of images of her laid out naked beneath me.

  I know the house isn’t empty like usual long before I pull my bedroom door open. Not only did I wake to the sound of that woman’s irritating sex squeals, but the pair of them are now crashing around in the kitchen.

  I hesitantly step from my bedroom and toward the kitchen. I might have been gone a year, but I can’t imagine that Kane makes a regular thing of having breakfast with his hook-ups.

  “‘Morning, sweetie,” she sings the second she sees me, her eyes running down my body as if she wants to eat me for breakfast.

  “‘Morning.”

  “Bro,” Kane grunts when he turns from his place at the stove where he’s cooking fucking bacon.

  “You’re cooking… for her?” I ask as if it’s the most insane thing I’ve ever said.

  “Yeah. Problem?”

  “Nope. Please continue. I’ll be gone in a few.”

  “There’s plenty,” he offers. I look from him and to the woman.

  “Nah, you’re all good. I’ve already had my fill.” I nod my head toward his friend and Kane barks out a laugh.

  “You know I like it when they scream.” He winks before turning back to the bacon.

  “I also know that you’re a dog.”

  I don’t bother hanging around or even picking up something to eat, the second I’ve made use of the bathroom, I grab my school bag and get the hell out of the house.

  I’m too early for school, so after parking, I head for the locker room and the gym that’s beside it.

  The hallways are silent as I walk through them and the locker room is empty, as is the gym.

  Shoving my headphones in, I hit play on a running playlist I made the other night and get to work.

  Eventually, a few others join me. Guys I recognize from our conditioning practices but no one stops to talk to me. Fine by me.

  My shirt is damp and my hair is wet by the time I come to a stop and pull my cell from my pocket.

  The second I see a message from her on the screen, a smile pulls at my lips and my heart skips a beat. But when I read what she’s sent, I can’t help but bark out a laugh.

  “What’s—whoa, dude. You do that?” Ash asks, coming to a stop behind me and staring at my cell over my shoulder.

  “Gotta stake your claim, right?” I say, putting the screen to sleep before he sees any more.

  “That who I think it is.”

  “I don’t kiss and tell, man.”

  “Didn’t look like you were kissing, bro. You a secret fucking vampire or what?”

  I suck my bottom lip into my mouth as I remember the taste of her blood on my tongue last night.

  I laugh. “Yeah, I might just be.”

  “You gonna shower before class? You stink.”

  “Fuck you.” I laugh, walking through the gym and heading for the showers.

  24

  Harley

  The muscles in my thighs pull as I roll over and everything down there feels really sore. My brows pull together for a second before everything hits me and my eyes fly open and I sit bolt upright, clutching the sheets to my bare chest.

  Is he still here?

  I look around not knowing what I really want the answer to that question to be, but as I find the other side of my bed empty and cold and no evidence of him even being here, disappointment floods me.

  I wanted him to be here.

  Fuck.

  I drop my head into my hands. What the hell did I do last night? Why was he even here?

  Did someone let him in? Does someone know he was here?

  A million and one questions run around my head as my alarm starts blaring again.

  “Alright, alright,” I mutter, switching the thing off and climbing from my bed, my muscles protesting with every move.

  I grab my robe and wrap it around me before going to the bathroom. I need to wash his scent off me and hopefully with it, the memories from my head because already I know that if I think about it too much then I’m going to want to do it again.

  I should be regretting handing my V-card to a guy who can barely stand to look at me, but I’m not.

  I push aside memories of vicious Kyle and focus on the sweet boy that I catch glimpses of when we’re alone. When we’re playing our little tutoring game and forgetting about our reality.

  After brushing my teeth, I turn the shower on, drop my robe and step under the torrent of water.

  It’s not until I stand rubbing my sponge around my body that I realize anything is wrong.

  I lift my leg and my eyes almost pop out of my head at what I find on my inner thigh.

  I remember him biting me, I remember the pain as I stare at the mark as if it’s happening right now, and damn, if it doesn’t get me hot thinking about it. But fuck, I do not remember him doing anything else.

  I run my finger over the black ink on my skin but it doesn’t fucking move.

  Owned by a Legend.

  “You fucking…” I seethe, my teeth grinding as I stare at his handwriting.

  I make quick work of finishing up my shower and after wrapping a towel around my body, I stand in front of the mirror, quickly wiping away the steam covering it. The second my eyes lock on my neck and chest, I gasp.

  There i
s no fucking way I can cover all this up.

  My hand lifts without instruction and I run my fingertips over each and every mark he left behind and I suddenly have the urge not to cover up any of them. Part of me really quite likes them.

  Jesus, I’m fucked-up.

  It takes me longer than usual to decide what to wear to school, my need to cover up almost every inch of my body makes it a challenge. It gets so late that Zayn ends up knocking on my door to ensure I’m alive and going to school.

  “Yeah, I’m coming,” I call back before he opens the door. The less he looks at me today the better.

  I don’t have time to think about what I need for cheer after school, so shove an outfit in my duffel bag and swing it over my shoulder in my need to not be late.

  By the time I get downstairs, Zayn and Poppy have already left and I don’t have time to eat anything, so I’m forced to grab a coffee in a travel mug and a cereal bar.

  The hallway is packed as I make my way to my locker, keeping my head down as I go in fear that everyone will take one look at me and know exactly what I’m trying to hide.

  I switch out my books and get what I need for my first class before taking off in that direction. Unfortunately, to get to English lit, I have to go by the team’s lockers.

  I suck in a steeling breath before I turn the corner. I spot them instantly, it’s impossible not to with their god-like presence.

  “Good to see you made it,” Zayn shouts over when he spots me heading toward their group.

  I lift my hand and flip him off.

  “Watch out, lil’ sis is touchy today. Rich, you should go cheer her up. We all know how much she likes your little cock,” Ethan barks, laughing at his own terrible joke. But I don’t bother to even look at him, I’m too busy trying not to look at the person standing beside Zayn with a smirk playing on his lips.

  Fuck him.

  My irritation levels grow knowing that he’s getting to me by literally doing nothing other than breathing.

  “You cold or something, sis?” Zayn asks, his gaze dropping to the scarf I have wrapped around my neck.

  I don’t need to look at Kyle to know his smirk has just got wider at my brother’s comment.