Hating You (Blackthorn Elite 1)

The bullied shouldn’t want the bully.

Forcing myself to look anywhere but at her face, I notice her hands are trembling when she slowly grabs the hem of her shirt and starts to pull it upward, revealing her flat stomach, smooth skin, and bra covered tits.

My mouth waters at the sight, and I stop myself from clearing my throat. In one swift movement, she pulls it over her head and throws it un-ceremonially onto the floor beside her. While stepping out of her sneakers, she starts to undo the button of her skinny jeans. She unzips them and peels them down her slender legs until they’re bunched up around her ankles.

When she straightens up, she steps on one side while pulling her leg out of the other, then she kicks her pants off, flinging them across the room like a bratty child. I can’t help it, her careless nature calls to me. She doesn’t give a fuck, and while that pisses me off, it excites me, all the same.

“Very sexy move,” I smile.

She rolls eyes, “Sorry, if you want sexy moves, you need to go to the strip club.”

“Oh, but this is so much better. Now the rest…” I motion with my hands to her still covered tits and pussy.

She visibly swallows, her throat bobbing as she reaches back to unclasp her white lace bra before letting it slide off her arms and down her body. Two glorious pink nipples sitting on two perfectly perky breasts greet me, and I have to fight the urge to close the distance between us and take one into my mouth. The only thing keeping me from doing that is knowing she is about to take off more, and I’m not quite ready to scare her.

Her cheeks flame and she chews on her bottom lip, giving off that innocent vibe once more. It hits me then, right in the chest. Fuck, she can’t be a virgin, can she? No, no way. I know I joked about it with Warren, but it can’t really be true. Perhaps her nervousness comes from inexperience, but there’s no way some lucky bastard hasn’t got his dick wet inside her yet.

Dipping her thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties, she starts pulling them down her legs, giving me a glimpse of her bare pussy as she goes. My mouth waters looking at her glistening folds. Fucking hell. I can’t wait to taste her, to be inside of her.

“Happy?” She tries to sound strong and defiant, but I don’t miss the tremble in her voice or the panic in her eyes. She’s scared, and like the fucked-up asshole I am, her fear only makes me want her more.

I shrug, “Get on the bed. I’ll be happier when my cock is inside of you, making you scream my name loud enough for this entire dorm to know that you’re mine.”

Shivering, Willow takes a hesitant step toward the bed. Will she try and run? Try and fight me? She was the one that asked for this, the one that came to me and made the deal. Surely, she knows what’s to come?

Reaching the tiny twin-size mattress, she crawls up onto it, giving me another view of her pussy. Pink, wet, so fucking tempting. My stomach tightens at the thought of slamming into her, and without even thinking, I take a step toward her.

As if she can sense the beast in me, she rolls over on to her back. Her face pales, and I take another step, and then another until I’ve reached the edge of the bed.

“You should know that your fear only makes me want you more.

I want to fuck her, sink deep inside her, let the entire world know that she is mine, and mine, a-fucking-lone, but with the way her body is shaking now, and her hands fisting the sheets, I shove that desire down. Her fear turns me on, but this isn’t just fear, this is something else, something entirely different, and I’m not ready to fully break her yet.

“You’re sick,” she croaks, her voice trembling.

My lips tip up at the sides, and I’m sure I look like the monster she portrays me to be, in every way. “Yes, but you like it. You might be scared of me, confused and afraid of what I’ll do, but something inside of you enjoys it. Something inside of you clings to the darkness inside of me. We’re two drops of paint on a white canvas, and one of us is going to dull out the other’s color.” Lifting my hands, I bring them to her knees and push them apart. “Will it be me, or you?”

A whimper escapes her mouth as I stare down at her pink folds. Her pussy calls to me, and I want to worship it, suck it, lick it, fuck it. I want to own it like she owns a piece of me. Wrapping my hand around her ankle, I pull her until her ass is at the edge of the bed.