Cruel Boys: The Dark Bully Romance Box Set

by Bella King

  “You’re a confusing woman,” Troy noted.

  “I’m confusing?” I cried out. “I’m the confusing one? No, Troy. You are. First you want to fuck me and then you want to kill me. You’re asking me questions about my body like you care about me or something. Now I don’t even know what you want.”

  “To help you,” Troy said quietly.

  “Then ditch your loser jock friends and stop being such a pussy,” I screamed. “You’re too afraid to lose your position as captain of the rugby team, so you continue to play with the worst people at the school. Jesus, your little friends are ruining people’s lives and you don’t care. I could have died last night.”

  “You’re forgetting your little attempt to poison everyone on the team. Your hands are just as dirty as mine, if not more so,” Troy reminded me as I walked past him.

  “Where are my clothes?” I barked.

  “In the wash,” Troy replied. “They’re still drying.”

  “I don’t care,” I said. “I’ll wear them wet if it means I can leave this place faster.”

  “You really think you’re the victim here, don’t you?” Troy asked accusingly.

  I charged down the hall in my bra and panties, heading to the bathroom to search for painkillers to dull my headache. I didn’t want to hear any more of Troy’s accusations or word twisting. He was the enemy like Morgan had said. I was a fool to trust him.

  I yanked open the mirror cabinet in the bathroom and scanned the shelves for some aspirin. I spotted a bottle, grabbing it and dumping several tablets into my shaking hand. I threw them back into my mouth and used the water from the sink to swallow them.

  Troy came up behind me, placing a hand on my ass. “Faith,” he said softly.

  I spun around. “Get your hands off me, jerk,” I said.

  Troy shook his head. “You’re really making it hard to feel bad for you,” he said. “Things were easier when I didn’t like you.”

  “You still don’t like me. I think you’re just trying to fuck me,” I replied.

  Troy laughed. “I had ample chance to fuck you before the game.”

  “But your team is more important than me, right?” I said, crossing my arms and pushing my breasts up in front of him.

  Troy’s eyes flickered down to them before returning to my face. “Yes. I’m not throwing away a potential sports scholarship over another woman. I’m done doing stupid things for women.”

  I rolled my eyes. “I’m not just a woman. I let you touch me, even though you were a jerk to me. I let you kiss me.”

  Troy reached a hand out again, placing his fingers softly on my waist. “Nobody has to know about us,” he said.

  I felt a jolt from his touch, like someone had hooked me up to jumper cables and turned their car on. Troy was turning me on again, and we were alone in his parent’s house. Come to think of it, it seemed like they were never home.

  “Where are your parents?” I asked.

  Troy ran his hand down my waist to my hips, pulling me toward him. “They’re on vacation for the next month. I have the house to myself.”

  I squinted at him. “What are you doing to me?”

  Troy smiled in the most charming way possible. Dammit, I hated him and loved him at the same time. How could I stay mad at a man this handsome. I wasn’t going to forgive him, but whatever he was doing was making me forget about this whole drama for just a little bit.

  “Hating each other is so stressful, isn’t it?” Troy said, looking down at my panties like they were a snack.

  “I guess so. I wasn’t the one who decided to go to war with you.”

  “Morgan,” Troy said with a laugh. “She better watch herself.”

  “Stop saying that,” I snapped. “You’re not going to do anything bad to Morgan.”

  Troy shrugged. “I think her totaling her car was bad enough for now.”

  I shook my head at him. “You really are a jerk.”

  Troy dropped to his knees suddenly, on eye level with my crotch. “Do you really think so?” He asked, putting his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and pulling them down.

  I looked down at him, blood rushing to my cheeks. “Yes,” I answered quietly.

  Troy smirked and pressed his lips against my soft mound, sending another jolt through me. This time, it was much stronger. I tilted my head back, bracing myself against the edge of the sink as Troy’s tongue poked out from his mouth and tasted the softness between my legs.

  “Delicious,” Troy grumbled, pushing his head down between my legs further. His hands wrapped around my legs and pulled my hips toward him.

  Once I was in this position, it was all over. How could I be angry at a man whose devilishly skilled tongue was flicking over my clit and sending me into a state of pure sexual bliss? I couldn’t and he knew that. The bastard had me this time.

  My chest heaved as Troy expertly pleasured me. My legs were shaking within thirty seconds and I couldn’t control my moaning. The pleasure kept coming stronger and stronger as Troy ate me out. I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I came, pushing his mouth against my pussy hard, riding his face as pleasure surged through my body.

  “Fuck,” I gasped as Troy’s head came away, his mouth drenched with my fluids.

  Troy licked his lips. “It’s my turn now, princess.”

  I didn’t have time to react. Troy picked me up, hoisting me over his shoulder and carrying me back to his bed. He was so tall, and I felt like I was a thousand feet in the air, soaring through the sky as he carried me.

  My body hit the bed gently, and Troy climbed on top of me. I reach out, pulling his head to mine, our lips mashing together. I kissed him with a fire and passion that I didn’t know possible. I was still rolling in pleasure from what he had done to me in the bathroom, and as he pressed the stiff bulge in his pants between my legs, I knew that I had to have him inside of me this time.

  This war between the rugby team and the cheerleaders would have to wait. Now it was my time to fuck the brains out of the enemy. I was the one in power here, and Troy better know his place after all of this.

  “Take your pants off,” I commanded once I had broken away from the kiss. “Show me everything.”

  Troy looked surprised but didn’t question me or protest. He yanked down his pajama pants and his thick cock sprung out in front of me. It looked even bigger than it had at school. I reached out and took it in my hand, tugging Troy toward me.

  “Inside,” I demanded.

  Troy’s face was a mix of surprise and arousal. I was the one calling the shots this time. Most of me just needed Troy at this point, yearning for his body against mine, but there was a little part of me in the back that reveled in the fact that Cindy wouldn’t be having him. She betrayed me, and this was my way of punishing her.

  It wasn’t just Cindy who would suffer from my actions. The rugby team was going to lose their best play between the sweet allure of my thighs. I was going to sink their ship from the inside out, but first, I had to take Troy as my own.

  Was I a double agent, or just a woman who had gone AWOL? It was hard to say, but as Troy sunk his length between my hips, I knew that it couldn’t be any other way. This was what our bodies were made for, and we had to have each other.

  Troy’s masculine scent filled my nose, infiltrating my brain and causing any reason that was left in me to collapse upon itself. I pulled him in deep as he stretched me with his length for the first time. Normally I would want something like this to be gentle and soft, since it was my first time, but now I wanted to be manhandled.

  “Fuck me,” I demanded, staring defiantly into Troy’s blue eyes.

  His forehead wrinkled in concentration and pleasure as he pumped his hips faster. My legs were shaking even more than when he had gone down on me, and the pleasure was rising faster than I could control. I was on the edge of a cliff, and each thrust brought me inching over until I fell.

  “Oh my god,” I cried out as an orgasm flooded through my body. I gripped Troy’s
wide muscular back, digging my nails into his skin hard enough to draw blood.

  Troy pumped faster and faster as I came, breathing heavily as I clenched his cock between my legs.

  “Where do you want it?” Troy asked frantically as he grew dangerously close to ejaculating inside of me unprotected.

  “Anywhere,” I moaned, not caring about the consequences.

  Troy threw his head back and pulled out, shooting semen so hard out of his cock that it hit the headboard of the bed. More of it splashed across my neck, breasts, and stomach. I closed my eyes and bathed in the glory of what we had just done.

  “Fuck, that was amazing,” Troy said, looking proudly at the mess he had made over my naked body.

  I giggled. “Can you get me a towel or something to clean me up.”

  Troy nodded, jumping up off the bed and dashing to the bathroom. I could feel his heavy steps against the floor as he came back into the room and tossed the towel to me.

  “Thanks,” I said, cleaning myself off. “DO you think I could take a shower here?”

  “Of course,” Troy answered. “Anything you want.”

  I grinned. I had this man in the palm of my hand. It had been that simple. All I had to do was fuck him and he was mine now. I would be using this to my advantage in the future, but for now, I just wanted to soak in what we had just done together, away from the prying eyes and aggressive students of Greywood Academy. It had been perfect.

  I never imagined myself getting wrapped up in a six-foot-tall rugby player for my first time, but I gave myself a little pat on the back for it. I couldn’t have picked a more attractive specimen. Even if Troy had some serious character flaws, the sex was off the walls, and I knew by the look in his eye as I walked naked to the bathroom that I would be getting more.

  Things had certainly changed between Troy and me, but what hadn’t changed was the tension between the two groups we belonged to at school. Things had gotten very heated, and I was sure that I would be met with serious anger and dastardly plotting from Morgan when I returned.

  It was early morning, and I still had school. I had made the lame excuse to my parents that I was having a sleepover with the cheer team and that’s why I wouldn’t be coming home that night. They ate it up, thinking that I was finally making friends instead of being bullied to the point of considering suicide, but part of me felt bad for lying to them. This situation was just too intense to talk to them about.

  I glowed with sexual satisfaction as I stepped into Troy’s shower with the water steaming hot. I would use his body wash to smell just like him at school. Fuck what anyone thought of me for it.

  Chapter 19

  Morgan wasn’t at school, and she had assigned Jennifer to take over as the head of the cheer squad. Apparently, her arm was broken, and she had gone to the hospital when she realized how bad her injury was.

  Nobody got in trouble for the crash because there was no proof that we had been run off the road. Morgan could barely even remember fleeing, and she didn’t want to get slapped with a DUI, so she hadn’t even reported the crash until the next day. I’m sure her parents were pissed about her car, but it wasn’t like they were poor. They would inevitably buy her a new one.

  It was Cindy who had nearly gotten us killed, and as much as I wanted to confront that traitor and show her a piece of my mind, I was wiser than that. I would tell the cheerleading team and we would plot our revenge accordingly. There had to be order to the battles we fought in order for us to win the war.

  The one thing that I didn’t want anyone to know in the midst of this was that I had slept with Troy. The sexual tension had built between us to the point where it was inevitable, but that was in the past. I had tamed the beast for now, and I hoped that he would behave well enough so that I wouldn’t have to turn on him. My focus was on his asshole teammates and Cindy.

  Troy may have stood by while all of this happened, but I was certain that I could bring him over to my side with enough romantic intent. He seemed like a sucker for love, despite him complaining about a broken heart. He couldn’t push me away now that we had done the dirty deed together at his place. Whether he liked it or not, he had to play nice with me if he ever wanted the taste of my lips again.

  I searched the hallways for Jennifer, finally spotting her just before I was supposed to be in math class with Mrs. Snow.

  “Jennifer,” I said, hurrying up to her.

  “Faith, glad to see you’re still alive. I guess you were too drunk to run fast enough not to get caught, huh?”

  I shrugged. “Nothing bad happened.”

  “Oh, well that’s good. I thought the jocks got hold of you,” Jennifer said.

  “They let me go. I guess they felt sorry for me because I was so drunk,” I lied.

  Jennifer nodded. “Well, they’re not really all that sweet most of the time. I seem to remember them roughing you up last time you got left behind.”

  “True,” I said, thinking back to the cruel beating I had endured before Troy had put a stop to it. “Hey, there’s something I want to tell you.”

  “Go ahead.”

  “I know how the jocks knew where we were last night. It’s because Cindy told them. I think she was spying on us,” I said.

  Jennifer looked a bit confused. “Cindy? She’s kind of friends with Morgan though. Why would she do that?”

  “She might be cool with Morgan, but she hates me,” I said.

  Jennifer laughed. “What? Did you threaten to steal Troy from her?”

  Shit, she knew about that? “No,” I replied just a little too quickly.

  Jennifer raised a brow at me. “It sounds like that’s exactly what happened. Don’t feel bad about pissing off some dumb cunt. Cindy is a bit of a weirdo. Getting fucked by jocks all the time has screwed with her brain.”

  “I don’t like Troy, but Cindy seems to think I do.”

  “Faith, everyone thinks you do. Morgan was just telling me that you need to cool it with ogling him during practice. He’s one of your enemies. There’s nothing good there for you.”

  I laughed nervously. “I hate him.”

  Jennifer rolled her eyes. “Just don’t go riding his dick and we won’t have an issue. If you take it that far, then you’re dead to us. The last girl that started fucking around with the jocks doesn’t even go here anymore. Can you guess why?”

  I shook my head.

  “I’ll tell you why. It’s because we made her life a living hell until she nearly offed herself. Her parents had to pull her out of Greywood Academy. That’s why you don’t fuck with jocks.”

  I was now beginning to realize the gravity of what I had done that morning with Troy. If the other cheerleaders ever found out about us my life would be over. I wouldn’t be able to survive the rest of the year being tormented by the very people I had sworn alliance to. I was a traitor, but they didn’t know it yet. Hopefully, they never would.

  I smiled at Jennifer. “Wow, you really showed her,” I said, trying to seem like I was siding with the cheerleaders on this one. The deeper I got into this whole thing, the more I saw how fucked up both sides of this war were. Neither the cheerleaders nor the jocks were especially good people.

  Jennifer nodded. “Yeah, so stay away from Troy and his thugs and nobody will have any problems.”

  “Of course. Look, but don’t touch,” I said with a sly smile. She would never know just how much I touched when nobody was looking.

  “Exactly,” Jennifer said with a curt nod. “Now, we got to get back at that bitch, Cindy, but it’ll have to be after the big game. They’re doing a rematch in a week before we upset their little tummies last time,” she said, cackling at the memory.

  “So, are you going to foil this game as well?” I asked.

  “We have something planned for after the game, but it’s a secret. I have to consult with Morgan before I can tell anyone, and as you may already know, she’s a bit broken.”

  “Yeah, I heard. That really sucks.”

  Jennife
r shrugged. “Battel wounds. All worth it in the end. The good news is that Bethany is coming back, so you can meet her. She’s eager to get revenge on the jocks for tripping her up while she was skiing and breaking those deliciously long legs of hers.”

  I laughed, remembering how hard Jennifer had hit on me while I was drunk. She probably did that to every girl on the team, but it still made me feel a bit special even if I wasn’t into women like that. After all the time I had been bullied at my previous school, I had far more power now. I liked it.

  The bell rang, and Jennifer and I parted ways. I sprinted off down the hall to Mrs. Snow’s math class, trying to get there before she came in. I wanted to see if Daniel and she were making eye contact like last time. I hadn’t forgotten about those two and I wanted to get to the bottom at that. It was much more exciting to me than trying to poison the whole team. It was real dirt against one of the players, not just harassment and sabotage.

  Chapter 20

  I rushed into the classroom as Mrs. Snow began the lesson. She paused for a second, frowning at me until I sat down in the back of the class, then continued. I watched her face as it traveled from student to student as she lectured us on some complicated pre-calculus stuff that I would never remember.

  Troy was at the front of the class, as always, taking noted diligently while most people stared off into space or doodled penises into their notebooks. Why did he have to be so perfect all the time? I almost got distracted from my main mission of spying on Daniel because I was staring at the back of Troy’s handsome head.

  There it was again, another wink from Mrs. Snow directed right at Daniel. There was no doubt in my mind now that something was going on between those two, but I hadn’t yet been able to catch them in the act. A wink wasn’t enough. I would need documented evidence of Daniel’s involvement with a married teacher.

  I kept a close eye on them for the remainder of the lesson, but there wasn’t much else to note. I still didn’t have any dirt on Daniel, despite having been watching him for a while. I was going to need to be more sneaky if I was to catch him in the act.