The Touch of a Villain: An Enemies to Lovers High School Romance (The Boys of Clermont Bay Book 1)

by Holly Renee

  “Relax, Josie.” He chuckled and grabbed a remote. “I’m not going to bite you.” He nipped my ear between his teeth as soon as the lie passed his lips, and I felt the move all the way to my core.

  I didn’t know how he expected me to relax when he was doing things like that. There was no way in hell.

  I let my body fall into his, and I pressed my thighs together to try to curb the ache he had started. We hadn’t even been alone in his room for five minutes, and already that was all I could think about.

  “What do you want to watch?” He was clicking through different apps, but it all felt like a blur. All I could concentrate on was the way his chest rose and fell beneath me and the way his thighs surrounded mine.

  “I don’t care.”

  He clicked on some movie I had never heard of and pressed Play before tossing the remote to the foot of the bed. I felt so hyperaware of his attention on me that I couldn’t focus on a single thing that was happening on the TV.

  His fingers trailed up and down my forearm. They were gentle and innocent and made me feel like I was losing my mind.

  “What was your mom like?” His question was so out of the blue and so unlike him that I thought I was hearing things.

  “What?” I looked over my shoulder at him, but his fingers still moved.

  “Your mom. What was she like?” His eyes were soft and pleading. He looked like he truly wanted to know. Like he needed to know something real about me as desperately as I did him.

  I faced back toward the TV and thought of what to say. My mother was a million different things, and it was hard to describe her in conversation. “She was incredible.” I gripped the edge of my shorts and dug my fingernails into the fabric. “She was fun and always smiling, and she always had a way to make me feel better.”

  “You miss her.” It wasn’t a question, but I nodded my head anyway.

  “Like crazy.” I bit down on my lip and told myself I wouldn’t cry. “But I miss who she was before she got sick. That’s fucked up. Isn’t it?”

  “That’s not fucked up.”

  He was wrong though. I didn’t regret a single moment I had with my mother, but the last few years with her had been hard. I had to watch her die a little bit every day, right before my eyes, and it ate away at me like nothing else ever would.

  If I could go back, I would go back to the mom whose smile wasn’t clouded with pain. I wanted her back. I desperately wanted to see her again. To feel her.

  “I can’t imagine what you had to go through.”

  We were both quiet for a moment. I didn’t trust myself to say more about her. Not without crying and ruining our entire night. I wished my mom could have met Beck. She would have liked him, but she would have warned me that he was trouble.

  That was what she had always said about my dad. He was handsome, but he was trouble. She knew it from the moment she met him, but it hadn’t mattered. According to her, she hadn’t even had time to look up before she fell. It was instant and unstoppable, and I couldn’t imagine how someone like her could have ever loved someone like him.

  “My dad’s sick.”

  I turned to look at him again, but this time he tightened his arms and held me still.

  “It’s why I’m at the club so much. He’s trying to train me to take over while he still can.”

  “I’m sorry, Beck. I didn’t know.”

  His arms tightened, then loosened again as if he couldn’t control it. “No one does, really. Only Olly and Carson and a few others.”

  “Is he going to be okay?” I asked him the question I used to hate when others asked me. As if a teenager had any idea whether or not their parent would be okay. As if we could possibly know if anything would ever be okay again.

  “He thinks so. He’s just getting weaker and weaker, and he hates relying on others for anything. He’s a workaholic, and he’s never known anything but that.”

  I nodded my head because I understood. My mother hated when I had to start taking things over for her. When the simplest daily task became too hard. “But he has you.”

  He was quiet for a long moment, then his head hit my shoulder. “I don’t know that I’m enough.”

  I turned in his arms, forcing his arms to loosen around me. Beck Clermont was more than anyone else I had ever met.

  “You are.” I pressed my hand to his jaw and forced him to look up at me. He looked so lost and so broken, and I wanted to fix him. I wanted to fix every fucked-up part of him and save him from whatever destruction I knew he would cause to himself.

  Because that was the only way a man like Beck could fall. Only if he cut himself off at the knees.

  My lips met his, and he let me lead the kiss for the first time. I was still between his legs, our bodies pressed together, but I felt like I was miles away from him. I desperately wanted to get closer. I wanted to crush that look in his eyes and replace it with something better.

  I wanted him to feel what I felt. I wanted him to see what I saw when I looked at him.

  Not everyone else. Not these damn people who worshipped him but didn’t see an ounce of who he really was.

  I licked his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth on a groan. I deepened our kiss as I wrapped my fingers in his hair. Everything smelled like him. The room, his bed, being so close to him. He was all I could smell. He was all I could see.

  I turned to get better access, and I pushed onto my knees as I kissed him harder. He was still holding back. His kiss, his hands, everything about him was being held back, and I hated it.

  “Beck,” I growled against his lips and felt his smile.

  “This isn’t why I asked you to come here.” He gently pushed against my arms, but I didn’t care. I turned to face him fully, and I moved my knees onto either side of his. I was fully straddling him, and our lips were only a breath apart.

  “I don’t care.” I kissed him again, and this time he didn’t hold back. One of his hands fisted in my hair as he devoured my mouth, and every part of my body came alive as he took over.

  He pulled my head back by my hair, opening my neck up to him, and he kissed his way down my jaw and to the sensitive skin waiting there. My hips moved against his, and I moaned as I felt his erection beneath me.

  “We should stop.” He moved the strap of my tank top off my shoulder and followed the trail with his mouth.

  “We shouldn’t.” I shook my head and focused on chasing the feeling of his body beneath mine.

  “You’re going to hate me tomorrow.” He sounded so sure of himself. So sure of my feelings for him, but he was wrong. There was nothing he could do to make me hate him. Even if he decided that tonight was all he wanted, I still wouldn’t.

  I knew the score when I walked through his bedroom door. I wasn’t Beck’s girlfriend. I wasn’t anything other than the girl who was currently on top of him, but I didn’t care.

  I still wanted him more than I wanted anything else.

  It was irrational and crazy, and it was the only thing in my life that felt right.

  “I won’t.”

  He kissed the top of my breast before he jerked my tank top and bra down to expose me.

  He stared at my breast, his mouth hovering over my sensitive skin, before looking up at me. “You fucking will.”

  He looked so haunted, and I wanted to stop him. But his tongue flicked against my nipple, and I couldn’t think of anything but the way he sucked it into his mouth.

  My back arched, pushing my breasts closer to him, and I held on to his head. My fingers pushed through his dark brown locks, and I couldn’t stop watching him as he devoured me. He moved from one breast to the next, taking his time with each, and I knew that I was already dripping wet for him.

  I could feel my pulse in my sex, and I felt like I was going to die if he didn’t touch me. The friction of me moving against his lap wasn’t enough.

  I reached between us, and I tried to touch him with clumsy fingers. I wanted him out of his shorts. I wanted to see him like he ha
d seen me last night. Nothing between us.

  He pushed my hand away and laid me back on the bed. I pulled my shirt and bra over my head before he could say a word, and I continued to ride his hips in an attempt for more.

  He dipped his tongue into my belly button before he flipped me over onto my stomach. I didn’t know what he was doing until he ripped my shorts and panties down my legs. I looked over my shoulder and saw his shirt come off next. He was staring at my ass as he pushed his shorts down his hips. I bit my lip as he ran his hand up and down his length.

  He forced me up onto my knees, and panic rushed through me. He didn’t give me any time though. His tongue ran along the length of my pussy from behind, and I cried out into his comforter.

  My shoulders were pressed into the bed, and I was thankful for their stability. I wasn’t sure that I would have been able to hold myself up in that moment. Not with what he was doing with his mouth.

  His hands were on my ass, and he spread me open as he ravaged me. There was no other word for it. That was exactly what Beck was doing. He was ravaging me like a man who was starved, and I couldn’t comprehend the way he was touching me or the way my entire body tightened within moments of him starting.

  I was going to come before he had even really gotten a taste of me. But I was too far gone to be embarrassed. I screamed into his bed as my orgasm racked through my body. My knees fell, but he held me upright, and he didn’t stop eating me until every ounce of pleasure was pulled from my body.

  I felt like I could pass out right then and there. My body completely spent, but I still wanted more of him. I pushed up on an elbow and looked back at the fucking god who sat behind me. That was what he looked like. His hair was disheveled, his chin was covered in my wetness, and the look in his eyes told me that he could do far more with my body if I would let him.

  I suddenly understood why everyone worshipped him.

  He was more than what I should have been allowed to have. He was more than I deserved.

  I turned over in front of him, and his cock was still in his hand. I wanted him inside me.

  There was no fear or hesitation.

  I wanted him. I was absolutely certain.

  “Beck, please.” I opened my legs and looked up at him, but he wasn’t as sure about me as I was him.

  He moved his hand up and down his cock, and he stared at me like I was breakable. “That’s not a good idea, Josie.”

  “Please.” I was begging him as I ran my hand down my body and pressed my fingers against my still thrumming clit.

  “God.” He groaned and moved to his knees as he kicked his shorts from his legs. He was completely bare in front of me, and I had never seen anything more beautiful.

  He rubbed his cock up and down my wetness, and he watched every inch of the movement. I squirmed against him, overwhelmed by the feel of him, and at the same time, dying for more.

  “This is enough.” His voice was so strained, and I knew he was holding himself back.

  The thought that he didn’t want to sleep with me crept its way into my head, and I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He had slept with Cami. He had probably slept with those countless other girls, but he didn’t want me.

  I shifted beneath him, and I reached for his blanket to cover myself.

  “What are you doing?” His gaze jerked up to my face, and he stopped my hands from covering myself any further. “Josie, I…”

  “It’s okay.” My voice sounded so strained, and I hated that I was letting him see me affected.

  “God, I want you.” His nose pressed against my breastbone, and I tried like hell to steady my breathing and racing heart. But it was no use. He was bound to hear both, and it wouldn’t matter either way. He already knew how I felt. He knew what I wanted. “I’ve never wanted anything more in my life.”

  His words were sweet, but I didn’t believe them. How could I when he stood above me naked, yet refused to go any further?

  “It’s fine, Beck.” I reached for the blanket again, but he grabbed both of my wrists and held them to the mattress above my head.

  He looked like he was at war in his own head. “Promise me you won’t hate me.”

  I didn’t understand why he would keep saying that, but I made him the promise anyway. “I could never hate you, Beck.”

  His eyes slammed shut against my words, and he brought his mouth to mine. He kissed me hard and rushed, and I was a squirming mess beneath him. He let go of my hands long enough to grab a condom from his nightstand, and I watched him slide it on with ease.

  “Are you sure?”

  I nodded my head and kissed him again just as he gently pressed inside me. It hurt like hell, and I tried to breathe through the pain as he swallowed my air. He kept kissing me as my legs tensed, and I tried my hardest to focus on that and only that.

  “How long has it been?” He eased out before gently moving back inside.

  “How long has it been since what?” This time the pain was less but it was still there.

  “Since you’ve had sex, Josie. You’re so fucking tight.”

  Oh. He meant… “Never.” I breathed out the word, and he came to a halt inside me.

  “You’re a virgin?” He sounded shocked, but I hadn’t told him otherwise. I hadn’t given him a reason to believe I had ever been with anyone else.

  I nodded my head, and he cursed before kissing me again. He moved inside me, this time so much slower and gentler, and I found myself raising my hips to meet his as the pain eased and the pleasure began.

  They were overlapping and muddled, but soon I couldn’t feel anything but the way he stretched me and his hips as they ground down against my clit.

  Beck started to move faster and harder when he realized I was finally chasing the pleasure he was giving me, and I was mesmerized by the way his body moved above mine. He was so handsome, so perfect, and I tugged him closer to me by the chain that hung from his neck.

  His mouth met mine, and I couldn’t remember where he ended and I began. Every part of me felt like it was connected to him somehow. His hands bruised me, his kiss drowned me, and his hips were making me feel like I would never come up for air.

  “Tell me you’re mine.” He slammed his hips into mine, and I cried out against his mouth.

  “I’m yours, Beck.” I didn’t even know what I was promising him with those simple words, but I couldn’t stop them. They were the truest thing I had said all night. I would be his for however long he wanted me.

  His fingers found my knees and he forced them forward as he continued to pound into me. I felt impossibly open to him, as if another simple move would break me, but he didn’t care. He slammed into me over and over until something snapped inside of me and I screamed into his shoulder.

  I felt like I had no control over myself. My body reeling from what he had just done, and I trembled beneath him as he slammed into me two more times before groaning my name against my neck.

  We lay there like that for a long time with him holding his weight on his elbows. Neither of us said a word until he slid out of me and pressed a kiss to my belly.

  “Are you okay?”

  I blinked sleepy eyes at him and nodded my head. I was more than okay. I felt perfectly happy in that moment, and I wasn’t sure that anything could bring me down.

  I watched Beck dispose of the condom as I struggled to stay awake, and I moaned softly as he climbed back into bed and curled his body around mine. He pulled the blanket over us and clicked off the light.

  I could feel him breathing behind me, his body still not having calmed down, but I couldn’t fight the pull of sleep. I was exhausted, and I felt so safe in his arms.

  He kissed the back of my head as he laid his head on the pillow. “Don’t forget, Josie. Don’t forget what you said.”

  I nodded my head. “I won’t.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Beck

  As soon as I opened my eyes, I knew something wasn’t right.

  Josie was no longer in my ar
ms. Instead, she was storming around my room, grabbing her clothes off the floor, and tugging them on in a rush.

  “What are you doing?” I asked and her bloodshot eyes snapped to mine.

  Something was seriously wrong.

  “How dare you!” She tugged her shirt over her head, not worrying about a bra, before she tugged on her shorts.

  “What’s wrong?” I jumped out of the bed and pulled my own shorts on before she bolted. There was no way that she knew about what I had sent to Lucas. She didn’t have her phone, and every part of me believed the coward would keep his mouth fucking shut even though I slammed it in his face.

  Even though I sent him proof of me touching his sister in all the ways I knew would piss him off. I didn’t get to say another word about what he did to Frankie, but I had been willing to throw what I had done to Josie in his face.

  What he had done to my sister had been sent out for all his fucking friends to see, but mine had been just for him.

  It was a decision that I regretted. One that I couldn’t take back.

  But there was no way in hell that she knew.

  She stormed past me and picked up my phone off my nightstand. She threw it at my chest without saying a word, and I scrambled to catch it.

  Notification after notification lit up my phone, and there in the middle of the screen was the video I had sent her brother.

  “Josie, let me explain.”

  “Let you explain!” she screamed, and I knew that everyone in the house could hear her. My dad, my mom, and worst of all, Frankie. “What the fuck do you think there is to explain?”

  I clicked on the screen and saw the video had been posted to Instagram. Right there for everyone to see was me eating Josie while she was spread out before me on the side of the pool.

  “I didn’t post this.” I was grasping at straws, but I had to make her understand.

  “I don’t believe you, Clermont.”

  I hated that she called me by my last name. She only did that when she hated me.

  “I don’t believe a damn word you say.”

  “I sent it to Lucas.” I had no intention of telling her the truth, but it was the only thing I had. I didn’t expect Lucas to send it out to anyone, let alone where the whole damn school could see. I was a fool for thinking that piece of trash had any sort of morals, but I was no better than him.