Monsters' Crew (Crude Hill High 1)

“This isn’t funny.” She wriggled beneath me. “Let me go.”

“No.”

“If my father catches you here, you’re going to be dead.”

“And start a war with my dad?” I tut. “No one’s that stupid. Unless you believe your dad has a death wish. Keep on moving. I love it.” I pressed my hard cock between her thighs. I thought about those women coming into her room, invading her privacy, and it pissed me off.

“This isn’t funny, River. Why are you here?” she asked.

At first, she was tense, refusing to give me an inch. Slowly, she relaxed beneath me. I held her hands down to the bed, keeping her locked in place.

“That’s not so hard, is it?”

“I don’t know what game you’re playing and I don’t like it.”

I sighed. “I’m not playing a game. Why do you have a knife?”

“For protection.”

“Emily, I saw the damage you did. If you had a knife to protect yourself, why don’t you ever use it?”

“I don’t know who you think you are. Sneaking into my bedroom puts you on the weirdo scale. You know that, right? I’m sick and tired of all of you. Leave me alone.”

I pressed my hips between her thighs and she gasped. “I don’t think you want us to leave you alone. In fact, I think you want us to be very, very naughty to you.”

“You have no idea how wrong you are.”

I laughed. I just couldn’t help it.

She jerked her hands from beneath me and placed them over my mouth. “Please, I don’t … he will hurt you.”

“No one can hurt me.”

“Damn it, River, you’re not immortal.”

“That you know of.”

She rolled her eyes.

Flicking my tongue out, I stroked over her hand and she gasped, pulling her hand away.

“Why are you here?” she asked.

“I thought you could use some company. I was bored as well.”

“Great, so you come here for your amusement.” She tried to wriggle away.

“I came here to see you.”

“Because you couldn’t wait until school?”

I couldn’t. I was bored and she was on my mind. “You know, I’ve been thinking about your face.”

She frowned. “Why? You want to carve it up?”

“No, I was wondering how you looked when you came on Gael’s fingers.”

Her cheeks went bright red.

“I’ve never envied Gael anything. But I can’t help but wonder how you look, or those tits as they shook when you came.”

“River?”

I leaned in close and brushed my lips across her neck. I flicked my tongue over her pulse.

“I need to go and shower.”

The instant I let my guard down, she took full advantage, running toward her bathroom.

I chuckled.

She could run all she wanted to.

I’d already checked and there was no lock on that door.

Sitting up, I felt the hard ridge of my cock pressing against my zipper. I waited for about two minutes, picked up my blade, and entered the bathroom. I always needed my knife on me or close for me to be able to threaten. I didn’t like being alone. Without it, I was weak. I was one of the best when it came to fighting with a knife. I’d killed with it. I liked the artistry it required.

The door was closed. The steam filled up the bathroom. I saw the outline of her, and I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity. I wasn’t washed either. I needed to get clean.

Stripping out of my clothes, I didn’t make too much noise.

I opened the shower door and she spun toward me, gasping, trying to cover her body to no avail. There was a lot of her to keep hidden. Big tits, a nice cunt. Gael had told me how sweet she was. He hadn’t gotten a taste of her, but tonight, that was what I was going to do. He may have gotten the first orgasm, but I’d get the first taste.

“What the hell, River?”

I closed the shower door.

“Put that down,” she said.

“You keep a blade near you because it gives you back the power, doesn’t it?” I said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Oh, you do. You know everything I’m talking about. I’m right. You’ve probably had that knife with you for a long time. Maybe when the first punch came. Or was it a slap?”

She stared at me. Her hands were still covering her body and doing a bad job of it. She licked her lips. “It was a slap.”

“Where?”

“Around the face. I wasn’t expecting it and I landed on the floor hard. I hit my head. It was the first time it had ever happened.”

“And you have the knife because you know the hits will keep on coming, and this is your way to keep your control. He can’t keep taking from you. One day, you intend to take from him.”

“I don’t—”

I silenced her by slamming my lips down on hers. At first, she didn’t respond, almost like she was a little unsure of what she was supposed to do. Seconds ticked by. Maybe even minutes, and finally, she responded.