Cruel Boys: The Dark Bully Romance Box Set

by Bella King

  “Alright girls, here’s the deal. Faith passed her initiation… Barely. She also got a bit of a beatdown from the rugby team. So, we are going to plan a little revenge.”

  I spoke up, “I don’t know if that’s really necessary. I mean, I’m alive, right?”

  “Don’t apologize for the enemy,” Morgan shrieked. “You think they care about us?! No mercy,” she said, her voice dead serious. “I have a plan.”

  Morgan seemed to spend a lot of time thinking up ways to retaliate against the rugby team. I suspected that if she just laid back a little there wouldn’t be so much drama between them. At Greywood Academy, there was a war raging, and laying back obviously wasn’t going to happen.

  “So,” Morgan began once she had gotten everyone’s attention, “We are going to do something to put the rugby team in line. They’re always so proud of winning every game, and they have a big one coming up soon. This is our chance to trip them up a bit, let them know that they’re not as great as they think they are.”

  “Are we going to sabotage the game?” Jennifer asked excitedly.

  Morgan smirked. ‘Something like that. I’ve gotten ahold of something that is going to send those dumb jocks running back to the locker rooms right after the game starts.”

  “Are we poisoning them?” I asked, feeling concerned that she might be taking this too far.

  Morgan laughed. “Nothing detectable, if that’s what you’re worried about. It’s pure powdered lactose. Throw a scoop or two of that into their pre-workout drink and they’ll shit themselves within ten minutes. Plus, there’s nothing illegal about it. It’s in milk.”

  I knew that some people were lactose intolerant, but basically every adult was to some degree. Consuming a huge amount of it at once would put any guy out of commission. It would wreck their stomach. Sure, I wanted to get back at the jocks, but I also felt like Troy hadn’t really done anything wrong, so it sucked that he would have to get pulled into this too.

  Why did I feel so much sympathy for him? Was it because he saved me last night, or was it just because he was attractive? Maybe it was because he showed me his dick. Was I that perverted that his dick would change how I felt about him as a person?

  I didn’t especially like the idea of giving the rugby team stomach cramps and diarrhea, but revenge must be had. If they really had gotten Bethany into an accident on the ski slopes, they deserved what was coming to them. Troy would just have to deal with the consequences of picking the wrong friends. I mean, what did that say about him that he would remain friends with guys like that?

  “Does anyone have any questions?” Morgan asked, looking around at the cheerleaders.

  One girl raised her hand. “What’s lactose?”

  Morgan rolled her eyes and a few of the others laughed. “It’s what makes your stomach upset when you drink a lot of milk. The amount I’m using is like drinking a gallon of milk right before running around on the field. Does that sound like something you’d want to do?”

  The girl shook her head furiously.

  “Exactly, which is why we’re going to put it in that big jug of juice they like to drink before their games. It doesn’t really have a flavor, so they probably won’t notice it. I’ll need a volunteer to dump it in,” Morgan said looking around.

  Jennifer jumped up and down with her hand in the air. “I’ll do it!”

  Morgan laughed. “Alright, calm down. You can put it in their drink. I’ll need you to come to practice early while everyone is getting stuff set up for the game. We can slip it in then.”

  Jennifer nodded seriously. “Yes ma’am.”

  “Good, now get your asses to the locker room and get cleaned up. We’ll regroup tomorrow for the game.”

  The cheerleaders dispersed, and I followed suit, looking back at Troy and his team as they filed off the field at around the same time. I found myself wanting to do something to help Troy, but not the others on the team. They could suffer and I wouldn’t feel bad at all.

  As I got cleaned up in the locker room and made sure not to take too long so that I wouldn’t be the last one out. I had learned a thing or two about protecting myself from the jocks now. Though I suspected if Troy were to meet me in private in the locker rooms, things might go a little differently than last time. I wasn’t going to risk it either way.

  I packed my bag and went home, thinking about whether or not I should warn Troy about what was going to happen tomorrow. If Morgan found out I had snitched, I would be in huge trouble. Both the jocks and the cheerleaders were vicious. It would be a terrible fate for me to piss them both off.

  I didn’t want to betray my team, but I also didn’t want Troy to suffer for something he didn’t do. He had helped me when the jocks ganged up on me, so I owed him one. I decided that the only thing I could do was to distract him before the game, so he wouldn’t have time to drink any of the pre-workout beverage they all partook in before the game.

  It wouldn’t be easy, but it would be worth it so that Troy wouldn’t suffer the same way his teammates would. I was going to defend a bully that had thrown my books to the ground the day that I met him, showed me his penis in the car, and continued to associate with men that beat me up in the woods. I must have been losing my god damn mind.

  Chapter 15

  I knew I was doing something stupid, but this was a huge game, so I knew that Troy wouldn’t be distracted so easily. I found him right before he went to the locker rooms to get ready for the match.

  “Hey Troy,” I said sweetly, coming up to him with my hands behind my back.

  He looked surprised to see me. “Oh, hey Faith. Do you need something?”

  I shrugged. “I was thinking an awful lot about what you showed me the other day in your car.”

  Troy squinted at me suspiciously. “My cock?”

  Fuck, I didn’t know why but I liked the way that word rolled off his tongue. It was powerful and harsh, but there was a brutal sexiness to it that sent a chill down my spine and caused the hairs on my arms to stand straight up.

  I nodded at Troy. “Maybe you want to show it to me again?”

  Troy smirked at me. “You’re up to something. Fuck off,” he said, beginning to walk away.

  I dove after him, gripping his arm as he continued to walk away. “Troy, I’m not playing. Come on, why don’t you want to show me again?”

  Troy shook me off. “I don’t date women that throw rocks through my windows.”

  I felt a pang of guilt upon hearing those words, but I wouldn’t let that stop me. Delaying him from the game was my goal, and I wouldn’t let him succumb to the cheerleaders’ lactose poisoning. “Troy, talk to me at least.”

  Troy stopped and turned back around to me. “You’re nothing to me, Faith. You’re a worthless slut like every other girl I’ve ever known. Go fuck yourself and stop harassing me,” he growled.

  Jesus, I could really feel the anger in his voice now. Maybe asking to see his dick wasn’t the best way to distract him. Any other jock would have jumped at the chance, but not Troy. He was a hard man to figure out.

  Still, this wasn’t going to stop me. He didn’t know it, but I was doing him a favor by harassing him. “Troy, your jokes suck and I bet you suck dick in the locker room,” I yelled after him.

  A few of the students in the hallway turned their heads, and one guy from theater class winked at Troy.

  Troy groaned and grabbed my wrist. “You better shut your god damn mouth, Faith.”

  “Make me,” I replied, crossing my arms and smirking.

  Troy sighed heavily, his bright blue eyes piercing into my head. I felt uncomfortable under his gaze and couldn’t maintain eye contact with him. He was intimidating, to say the least.

  Troy nodded his head at me slowly as I stood before him defiantly. “You want to know about my dick? Here, I’m going to show you something,” he said angrily, grabbing my arm.

  He began to drag me down the hallway in full view of the other students. The theatre guy pouted, probably w
ishing it was him who Troy was dragging down the hall. I couldn’t help but feel amused by all of this.

  Troy didn’t slow down as he half-carried me down the hallway. I was thrilled by his aggression. I floated like a leaf down the hall, caught in the whirlwind of Troy’s power. I knew that something crazy was about to happen, but I was determined to make sure that Troy didn’t drink that lactose riddled beverage like the other jocks would be doing soon. I was protecting Troy and he didn’t even know it. I hoped it would be worth the trouble.

  Troy led me to the men’s bathroom and pushed me inside, closing the door and jamming the metal wedge that the janitor used to prop the door open to do just the opposite. He jammed it shut so that nobody could get in.

  My heart was slamming against my ribcage as Troy stood menacingly in front of me. I gulped. “What are you doing?”

  “Showing you my cock, you whore,” Troy growled, tearing his belt from the loops of his jeans and glaring at me.

  “Yeah, just a little peek would be okay,” I said timidly, second-guessing myself now. I was way in over my head now, but there was no turning back. I was locked in the bathroom with a guy who I had just asked to see his dick. This was entirely my doing.

  Troy didn’t break eye contact with me as he pulled his pants down in front of me. His manhood sprung out in front of me, hanging long and hard between his legs. He had a raging erection that I wasn’t entirely ready to see.

  “Holy shit,” I gasped covering my mouth.

  Troy smirked. “I showed you mine, now you show me yours,” he demanded.

  Blood rushed to my cheeks with more ferocity than the blood rushing to Troy’s manhood. I was sweaty, nervous, and almost felt sick to my stomach from the intensity of this situation. What was I to do but go along with Troy?

  Troy raised an eyebrow at me. “What? You’re too scared to show me your tits? I thought you were in love with me or something.”

  “I’m not,” I blurted out defensively.

  Troy laughed. “I bet you are. Take your shirt off.”

  I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, revealing the same black sports bra I had worn the night Troy bandaged me up. I lifted the bra and my breasts fell out in front of me. “There,” I said triumphantly. I wasn’t going to let Troy get the better of me now. This was my game, not his. I was on a mission, and knowing that gave me power.

  My nipples grew firm as Troy eyed them. He was at full-mast, standing strong in front of me while I considered what to do next. The air was still in the bathroom, but I still felt a little gust against my hot nipples as Troy stepped closer to me.

  I kept my shirt lifted up for him. I needed to buy more time, but things were starting to get intense. My hands were shaking, and I felt weird between my legs as I exposed myself to Troy. I had never been this close to a man in such a sexual way, and I had to admit that it was making me wet.

  Troy came even closer, and reached out a hand, cupping my breast. My breasts were fairly large, but his hand covered one of them almost completely. I was at awe at how massive of a man he was.

  “What are you doing?” I whispered as he massaged my breast gently in his hand.

  Troy moved his free hand onto my other breast and squeezed both of them gently. “Whatever I want to do,” he replied in a deep and intoxicatingly seductive voice.

  Oh no, this wasn’t what I was trying to do. He wanted to have sex with me or something, and I had only been trying to distract him. “Don’t you have a game soon?” I asked, looking up into his piercing blue eyes.

  Troy’s face didn’t change. It was stayed intensely focused as he spoke to me again. “I thought you wanted to spend some time with me. Is now not a good time?”

  “Maybe not,” I said, but I didn’t move out of his hands.

  Troy’s thumbs found my nipples and rubbed them in small circles. A moan slipped out of my mouth and he chuckled. “You’re pretty horny, huh?”

  I shook my head. “No, I’m not.”

  “Don’t lie to me, Faith. If you’re not ready for a man like me, you shouldn’t be playing with fire. Look how hard I am. What are you going to do about it?” He said, leaning in on me and speaking so close to my mouth that I was surprised our lips didn’t touch.

  I couldn’t say anything. I was completely enveloped in his commanding energy. I forgot all about preventing him from drinking that drink that would surely ruin his stomach before the game. Now things had changed, and I was going to have to decide whether I was feeling brave enough to continue what we were doing.

  Troy leaned in just a hair closer to me, and my lips brushed against his. I shuddered, feeling like I could drown from the sexual tension that was dripping from the walls of the bathroom. I felt a little prod against my lower belly. It was Troy’s manhood.

  Troy pressed his body against mine, and simultaneously met my lips with his in a more meaningful way. He kissed me fully, drinking the nectar from my lips as his hardness rubbed against me. It felt hot down there, making me feel flutters in my stomach to go along with the chills I was getting from his kiss.

  Troy’s hand left my breasts and wrapped around me, pulling me into his lips and pushing a hot tongue into my mouth. He was all over me, pushing his solid body against me so closely that I felt I would merge right into him and become one person.

  Two big hands pulled up my skirt and cupped my ass cheeks from behind. Troy squeezed them and pressed my crotch into one of his thick thighs. My pussy rubbed against his leg through the wet fabric of my panties as I moaned and allowed myself to get lost in the moment.

  When our lips parted, I looked up into his deep blue eyes. They sparkled with a passion that I had never seen before. They seemed softer than they usually were, and I wondered if all Troy needed was a woman to soften him up. He wasn’t such a bad guy after all, right?

  “I have to go,” Troy said.

  “Okay,” I breathed.

  “Don’t tell anyone about this,” Troy said seriously.

  I shook my head. “No way I would do that. You’re the enemy.”

  Troy smirked. “I guess neither of us should be doing this.”

  “No, I guess not,” I said as Troy backed away and I pulled my bra back down over my breasts.

  Troy put his clothes back on and packed away his impressive length. I felt kind of bad that he had to walk around with it so hard like that, all constrained in his pants. My pussy was uncomfortably wet, and I knew I would need to change my panties before I went out to cheer for the rugby team.

  Troy turned to leave.

  “Don’t drink anything during the game,” I blurted out.

  Troy turned his head back, looking confused. “What?”

  I shouldn’t have said that. “Nothing, just please don’t, okay?”

  “I’ll die of dehydration out there,” he said with a laugh. “Or is that what you want?”

  I shook my head, feeling oddly emotional. “Please don’t, okay? Just trust me on this. I let you touch my tits.”

  Troy shrugged. “Alright, Faith. See you later,” he said, kicking the doorstopper out from beneath the door and walking out of the bathroom, leaving me alone in there.

  I hoped he would listen to me, but I had done all I could do now. This wasn’t what I had been expecting when I ha first decided to distract him from the start of the game. This was way further than things were supposed to go and I didn’t know how to feel about it. Nobody could know about this but Troy and me.

  Cindy would probably kill me if she knew I had just made out with her crush, Morgan would kill me for fraternizing with the enemy, and the jocks would see Troy as weak for not only defending me, but also engaging in love-like behavior with me. We had to keep this hidden.

  It may have only been a one-time thing, and maybe it was better that way. I didn’t want Troy to think that we could work out long term or anything. Besides, he was still in love with some girl that broke his heart years ago. That’s why he never dated anyone now.

  Then again, Troy never said
he wanted to date me. It was entirely possible that he was just using me for his own sexual desires, but who was I to stop what was happening? I was actually enjoying it, despite my efforts to keep myself safe from men like Troy.

  Jesus, I really was pathetic, a cheerleader falling for a jock. How typical.

  Chapter 16

  Needless to say, the jocks were all sick about ten minutes into the game, except for Troy. They began to succumb to the cramp inducing powers of excessive amounts of lactose, dropping from the pitch periodically. Soon, there were no more substitutes, who were all too sick to play anyway, and the jocks were certain that they had been poisoned.

  Every single rugby player aside from Troy was either throwing up or running to the bathroom in fear of shitting themselves on the field. The game was canceled and had to be rescheduled. We hoped that they would just forfeit, but apparently all the players dropping from the game due to upset stomachs were grounds to reschedule. It was a win in our books.

  The cheerleaders gloated in their victory, but kept their happiness hidden from the jocks until all of them were off the field. I tried to seem happy about what we had done, but the look I got from Troy told me that I was in trouble. He looked pissed at me specifically. Shouldn’t he have been happy that I had saved him from this?

  Morgan patted Jennifer on the back for the good work she had done. “I think we should go out and celebrate tonight. What do you think?” Morgan asked the team.

  Everyone nodded except for me. I actually felt bad about this. I didn’t want to celebrate with the girls. I wanted to go home and think about Troy and how his lips had felt against mine. I felt like I was dreaming and everything was going too fast. There were no breaks for me to process things. It was just one crazy event after another.

  “Faith, are you coming?” Morgan asked, looking concerned about how spaced out I was.

  “Ah, yes, sorry,” I said, snapping out of my daze. I hadn’t even noticed that I had slipped into deep thought while everyone was cheering and smiling, celebrating another victory over the rugby team.