by Rebel Hart
“It’s like the whole thing never happened,” he promises. “It won’t even be on your record.”
I cuff my hand over my mouth to quiet my happy cries, but then something he said stands out to me. “You’ll personally take care of who did this to me…what do you mean by that?”
“I’m going to confront Vivian and Lily about this. They can’t get away with it. They have to know things aren’t going to be like they used to be. I’m in charge now,” he says sternly, in a way that I have to admit turns me on. “I’m on my way to talk to them now.”
“I’m coming with you!” I blurt, knowing I don’t want him anywhere near either of them without me. “Come by and pick me up first.”
Emmett agrees and I quickly hang up the phone to get ready. A few minutes later, he arrives, though it’s no easy job convincing my mom I am well enough to go out again. But I manage to get past her and back into his car. He drives us to Lily’s mansion, which is almost as big as his. I can’t help but feel uncomfortable knowing my house is the size of one of their living rooms, and these are the only people I have any contact with these days, outside of my parents and the occasional teacher.
“How do you know they’ll talk to us?” I ask, as I unbuckle my seatbelt.
“For one, they don’t know what it’s about or that you’re with me,” he explains quickly, as he combs back his hair in the rear view mirror. “Two, they know they can’t afford to piss me off more than they suspect they already have.”
I’m not so sure I know what that means, but I follow along and feel the same surge of desire I felt on the phone. I’ve never really seen Emmett take care of things this way. At least not for me. It matches his actions towards Lily before she aligned with Vivian, the way he called and made sure the Elites wouldn’t stop her from getting into Juilliard. But her actions after that make even less sense now.
Emmett rings the doorbell and I expect to see Lily or her parents behind the door, but of course it’s some kind of butler. “Good evening, sir,” he says in a ridiculously snooty voice.
“Lily is expecting me,” he says coldly, breezing right past.
“Thank you,” I offer gently as we walk by.
The butler rushes to close the door and show us the way to one of the many living room-type areas of the house. Lily and Vivian are huddled on the couch together doing homework, and I start to wonder if maybe Vivian is staying here because of everything going on with the investigation and her parents at home. They both jump up the minute they see us, their eyes planted firmly on me in shock.
“You didn’t say you were bringing that skank with you,” Vivian scoffs.
“Did you think he was coming over just to hang out?” I ask sarcastically.
Emmett marches right over to Vivian, getting closer than I’d like him to. But the anger surging through him puts all of us off, and no one bothers questioning him right now. “What the fuck were you thinking, trying to pull that shit on her!?” he growls into her face. “You know she’s with me now. Did you really think I would just let that slide!?”
“Did you think I’d let what she did to my parents slide!?” Vivian barks back, not cowering away from his intimidating stance.
Suddenly, Emmett lunges forward, taking Vivian with him. He pins her to the wall with his hand around her neck. I am horrified, but I don’t know why. I’ve seen him like this plenty of times before, but I was the one in his grip.
“You’re hurting me,” she squirms against the wall, but he doesn’t stop. Lily and I step back and stay out of the way, our mouths open wide as we watch it all go down.
“She didn’t do a damn thing to your parents!” he hisses, viciously pointing his finger against her face. “Your parents and my dad all knew exactly what they were doing with that sex trafficking ring. They broke the law and now they’re paying for it. The end. Ophelia had nothing to do with it, so lay the fuck off. Or you answer to me!”
“You think you’re real hot shit now that your dad isn’t around,” she teases coyly with his hand still stretched across her neck. I grimace at the way she writhes in his grip and looks back at him defiantly. Like she’s getting off on the whole thing. “Lucky us, Lily. The new Thomas Jameson is right here in your living room. How kind of you to grace us with your presence.”
He slams his palm to the wall next to her head with an alarming bang. “I’m nothing like him and you know it,” he bellows. “But I can act just like him if that’s what it takes to make you back off.”
“I’ve missed the feeling of you against me, baby,” she teases, looking at me as he tightens his hand, cutting off her voice.
“Emmett! Stop it!” I cry out, scared of what he’ll do to Vivian if she doesn’t stop encouraging him. But mostly because I can’t stand to hear her talk to him that way, and I don’t want his hands anywhere on her body.
He’s in a rage trance and doesn’t move. I race over and pull back on his arms, forcing him to let go. “That’s enough,” my voice booms with a surprising intensity.
“Good job keeping your boy in line, Ophelia,” Lily taunts from over my shoulder. “If you had let them go any longer, you may have seen some things you didn’t like. I heard they get real freaky together in bed.”
The words twist in my ears with a terrible ringing, and I wish I’d never heard them. I have done my best not to picture them together in that way, telling myself that maybe their whole relationship was just for show. I always knew that wasn’t true, but it helped save me from torturing myself.
“Let’s go, Emmett,” I command softly, wanting to be anywhere but here.
“Not until she promises to leave you alone,” he snarls, his body frozen and stiff as I try to tug him away.
Vivian flashes me a daring look, and I realize that Emmett was right all along. This is exactly what she wanted. To get Emmett’s attention, good or bad. And me being here to watch only makes it better for her. This is what I did to her once upon a time. As much as I want to believe I am somehow better than Vivian, it’s hard to feel that way now. In fact, I feel like I deserve this no matter how much it hurts.
Are we both just messed up girls who got roped into his charms? I have no way of knowing their relationship didn’t start the exact same way ours did. And before I know it, maybe some other girl will come along and get him riled up like this all over again, if Vivian doesn’t steal him back first. One way or another, the connection we supposedly share will mean nothing then, and I’ll be cast aside just like Vivian.
“Say you’ll let her be,” he tries again, rearing back like he might pounce again. Vivian braces against the wall with a seductive gasp, one that’s scared and inviting all at once.
“It looks like your man doesn’t want to leave right now, Ophelia,” she taunts, running her tongue across her bottom lip.
I keep trying to cling to my sympathy for her, but the more she carries on, all I can feel is anger. I’ve taken her once before in the cafeteria, up until Emmett pulled me off of her. I could do it again.
“Maybe he’s remembering all the things he misses about me,” she continues. “You and I should hang out sometime. I could give you some pointers about how to keep him satisfied. You know he likes…”
I’m convinced if she wasn’t in the picture, everything would be perfect with us for once. Even if we were still struggling to figure out what happened to Bernadette. My mind goes to the darkest places, mulling over thoughts I wish weren’t there. If only Vivian was gone. I shutter it all away. This town is corrupting me. Turning me into one of them, and I hate myself for it. But is it the town or Emmett? Maybe this is just what he does to girls.
I barrel forward all at once without thinking, shoving Emmett aside. My fist slams into Vivian’s nose, drawing blood. This is the second time I’ve made her nose bleed, and both times have been equally as satisfying. It’s like a switch has been flipped in my brain, and suddenly I can’t relate to her or feel bad for her at all. A primal jealous rage takes me over as I pull back to hit her a
gain, but my fist is caught in midair. I turn to see Lily holding me back, but Emmett quickly rushes in to take me into his own arms.
“This isn’t over,” Emmett glares at them as he carries me away.
“Oh, I know it’s not, baby,” Vivian teases.
I start flailing in his arms, dying to have another go at her. I don’t even recognize myself in the foyer mirror as Emmett hauls me towards the front door. Before coming to WJ Prep, I don’t think I had hit another human being since grade school. And now I feel like these people are turning me into a monster.
My nostrils are still flaring when he pushes me into the passenger seat of his car. I slide down into the dark seat, saying nothing as he drives off into the night. I’m ashamed for not listening to him when he warned me this was exactly what Vivian wanted. But now I feel less protected than ever. Sure, Emmett reversed all of their damage at school, but it won’t stop them from trying something again. Maybe something worse that he won’t be able to fix.
More than that, I hate myself for losing my temper the exact same way Emmett does. It’s the side of him that I can’t stand, but apparently it’s the side Vivian gets off on. Their terrible words ring through my head, and I have to bury my face in my hands to make it stop.
I remember Emmett once trying to tell me we were both fucked up. That neither of us were perfect or had it all figured out, and I was furious. It felt like he was trying to rationalize his own sins away. Everything he had done was far worse, and I didn’t want to let him forget that. But now I’m wondering if he was right. Maybe I am just as fucked up, and that’s what drew me to him in the first place.
“Take me to your hotel room!” I shout out suddenly, desperately needing to be back there with him.
I can’t face my mom like this, and I need to feel close to him again. To erase everything that just happened at Lily’s. They’ll never let him come up to my room this late. Not after my mom’s already been wary of him and my behavior all day.
I feel like I am letting her down. I promised Emmett wouldn’t hurt me and that everything would be okay, but nothing feels okay right now. In one day, I had to track down my father, was forced to take heroin, and then watched Emmett threaten to strangle Vivian before jumping on top of her myself. I’m exhausted, but somehow still writhing with energy for one thing and one thing only.
I need Emmett. Now.
Chapter Ten
BOOK 2
We’re fueled on nothing but anger, frustration, and lust as I follow closely behind Emmett into his motel room. The second the door locks, I’m pushing him up against the wall with our tongues crashing together. Our hands grip around each other’s throats in desperation. I try not to think about seeing Emmett strangle Vivian or the memories of him doing the same to me. My need to push it away just rushes my hands faster over his body.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” he sighs against my lips as our hips grind together, throbbing with impatient need.
He grips into the back of my hair and pulls my head back, lifting my face up towards his, just out of reach of his lips. Suspended like that, he pushes me backwards towards the bare countertop space next to the cheap and broken TV. With his legs and his growing hard on pressing between them, he nudges me back until I am pinned against the edge before clawing too hard into my ass and hoisting me up.
We tear at each other’s clothes ferociously, and then all at once he whips me around, tears off my skirt, and presses my hands to the counter. Then I feel his hardened bulge teasing against my ass. I bob against it, wishing he could just be inside of me now. His hands finally pull at the elastic around my waist and lower them down just past my cheeks, leaving them there so that my legs are pulled together.
“Take them off, Emmett,” I beg. “Fuck me.”
“No,” he growls, gripping his hand around my neck from behind. In one swift motion, he moves his hands down before tightening them around my wrists and pinning them behind my back. With one hand holding my hands in place, the other travels across my stomach and down in between my legs, teasing my clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he groans into my ear. “Did you get off on that, you bad little girl? Did you get off on beating up Vivian?”
“No,” I protest weakly, not knowing what else to say. I don’t want to think I did, but here I am with greater need than I’ve ever felt before.
“You sure?” he taunts. “Maybe we should try it again and see how you feel.” As he growls into my ear, he suddenly shoves his fingers into my wet pussy, making me cry out and try to reach around for a grip of his hair. With one hard tug, he spins me back around and looks at me with a teasing hunger.
I spread my legs wider and grind my hips against him, needing to feel him inside of me so badly. He finally pushes the soaked fabric to the side and effortlessly slides his fingers into my wetness, causing me to yell out. He covers my mouth and leans in, hissing into my ear. “You have to be quiet.”
He keeps his hand there, muffling the whispers that continue to escape no matter how hard I try to suppress them. He lifts my shirt and kisses me urgently, rolling my hard nipples between his tongue and teeth. I moan out, “Fuck me, please…please.” I grind against his fingers more and more with every thrust as his thumb trails up and around my pulsating clit in soft circles. He keeps his fingers expertly bent, pushing against every place inside of me that sends out a rippling surge and ache for more. I cry out as the orgasm builds, causing him to panic and shove his hand back to my mouth.
“Please,” I beg. “I want you inside of me when I cum. I’m so close.” I begin frantically unzipping his pants, jerking them down around his thighs and pulling his boxers down immediately after. I am overcome with the urge to be filled with his hardened shaft, skin on skin. I pull his hips towards me, guiding him in as he digs into my upper thigh, hissing in my ear. He lowers his neck and lets out a roaring moan, gliding in and out of me with slow but firm thrusts. I lean back, wresting my weight on my elbows, lifting my shirt so he can see my bare breasts bouncing each time he pounds into me. He yanks up my legs, angling me perfectly so he slides in even deeper, almost more than I can stand as my legs begin to shake in his hands.
“You’re so tight,” he groans as he looks me up and down, spread out across the table.
“You like that?” I tease, circling one finger around my nipples as his eyes light up. He begins moving more urgently, growing even harder inside of me. My muscles tighten around his cock as I am pushed to the edge.
He backs up slowly with a devilish grin and sits on the edge of the bed facing me. “What are you doing?” I ask in confusion, feeling vulnerable with my panties around my thighs, standing there alone and naked.
“Hit me,” he commands.
“No!” I answer instantly, without even thinking about it. “I don’t want to.”
“You don’t?” One brow raises. “Are you sure? Think about the things I’ve done to you, Ophelia. You’ve never wanted to slap me in the face?”
“I have slapped you,” I remind him, not knowing how to feel about this sudden request. I only know I don’t want to think about that side of Emmett right now.
“Do you think you did it enough?” he dares me, turning his head in invitation.
I want to resist whatever he is trying to bait me into, but I am still writhing with burning need and not thinking clearly. Whenever I am with Emmett, I try to push my bad memories of him as far away as possible. Intentionally thinking about them feels foreign and strange. But the memories never far from the surface, and I quickly find them flooding in, whether I like it or not.
“That’s it,” he encourages, noting the building fire in my eyes. “I know you’ve hated me before. Punish me for it.”
His voice drifts into an unfamiliar sound. One that belongs to the other side of him that I’ve compartmentalized. That other Emmett is the only one sitting in front of me right now.
“Be a good girl, Ophelia,” he adds with a vicious grin that sends me over the edge.
Those words. Things the new Emmett I have come to know would never say, but sadly this is the side of him that somehow pulled me in first, long before I even knew another side existed. I take several firm, decisive steps forward, my chest heaving with old anger. My hand rear backs and cracks across his cheek with a loud snap that almost startles me. The skin turns white, then bright red as his fingers lightly touch the source of pain, before he turns his face back to me with an excited smile.
His eyes burn into me and the throbbing between my legs grows. His hands bolt forward, grasping behind my thighs and yanking me forward so fast that I lose my balance and fall on top of him. He crashes back onto the bed, hoisting me up onto his hips. He lifts his ass from the bed, pushing far in between my legs with his hard and bare cock resting outside of my lips. His fingers wrap around my wrists and pin my arms behind my back once again, and he uses the grip to lift me up off of him, teasing my folds with his erection.
“Please, Emmett,” I beg him, suspended over him and at his mercy. “I want you inside of me.”
His other hand moves over his shaft. He looks at me as he hisses and strokes. “This?” he asks coyly. “Is this what you want?”
I try to struggle free and force myself down on him, but he keeps me in place. “I’m not wearing a condom,” he reminds me.
“Where are they?” I ask impatiently. “I’ll get one.”
“I don’t have any.” He grins.
I let out an exasperated groan, thinking the relief I need is surely off the table now. I want to start bitching him out for not stopping to get more on the way, but I am distracted by him pulling me down. He grips my face and urges me to take him into my mouth. I need to feel some kind of satisfaction of my own, but I will settle for driving him crazy for now.
He tries to thrust against my lips but I grip him firmly and move down to trail my tongue up and down the length of him. He murmurs against the sensation, his hips bucking and begging to feel the warmth of my mouth. I tease the tip with my tongue and bottom lip, reveling in how he’s squirming for more, breathlessly imploring me.
