She glanced over at Nero, saw his smug, gorgeous face, and felt she was playing into his very-skilled hands. He had her right where he wanted her, and she knew it. ‘You will be the one crawling and begging for me.’
With what had taken place in the locker room, she had already gotten on the ground to start that crawling and begging. She had taken it there because she’d realized she didn’t want to lose Nero just yet.
She liked it when he held her hand. She liked it when he paid her attention. She liked looking at him and talking to him. Most of all, she felt she and Chloe were just a bit safer in this hell hole with him.
If getting on the ground is what keeps those good things in my life, then fine. But I will not crawl, I absolutely will not beg.
Stupid wolf!
Chapter Nineteen
Perfect, Let’s All Break Necks
Stupid girl, you have no idea what you just did. Now that Nero had seen a flash of the true Elle, he was going to make sure she would come out and play. He didn’t think a girl could be so innocent and sexy at the same time.
The way Elle had been incredibly eager to please him and greedy to have him had made it almost impossible for him not to take her. The only reason he had fought himself was because he planned to have her for good. He didn’t know if it was because she was about to die by the hand of his father, or if it was because he had found out the extremes of her torture. It could have been the moment he saw the blood on her hand, or the proud look in her eyes after she licked him.
Nero smiled to himself as he walked across the gym. When he had told her to make him stay, he honestly had thought she’d merely kiss him. Instead, Elle had taken it to the next level by unbuttoning his shirt. That was when he had known she really wanted him.
Then he thought he would see the extent of how much she wanted to please him by telling her to pick up her jacket. When she had slid down the lockers, his dick had never been harder in his life. Furthermore, when he had seen her eyes that were aware exactly of what he was picturing—her sucking his dick—his dick somehow had become harder. He’d had her right there on the ground, and still he hadn’t taken her. Yeah, and my dick regrets it.
So, he’d thought the least she could do was button his shirt back. Nero had to get something out of the whole thing if he was walking out with blue balls, and that was how he had decided to show her what her future held. She just had to lick it and give me the proudest fucking look.
The feel of her tits and ass in his hands had been exactly how he had thought they’d be. A little more than a handful of perfection. After that, all Nero had to do was hold them after he ripped her clothes off.
When Nero and Elle walked closer to the bleachers, he let her run to Chloe’s side. He was somehow not shocked that Chloe ended up looking worse than Elle after the whole thing, reminding him of what had happened during lunch. His hate began to outweigh his sexual needs again.
A moment later, Amo, Vincent and Leo walked over.
“Please tell me we can kill every motherfucker in that lunchroom now.” He had known Vincent was ready for a fight.
“I want the piece of shit who threw the carton of milk. Where did it come from?”
Nero didn’t think someone would try to pull a stunt like that with his crew there. Although Nero knew that the person had hit their intended target, it could have hit any one of them. He was blaming himself; he had been paying attention to what Elle was talking about. I should have seen it coming.
They all three shook their heads.
“All right, we need to ask around and make people talk.” Nero smoothed his hair down. “For some fucking reason, Elle won’t tell me what else they’ve done to her. That’s at least the second scar she will have on her head, and there’s no telling what kind of shit won’t leave a mark. I don’t care who has touched her, whether it’s dicks or bitches. We will do exactly what they did to her. I want every fucking detail.”
Amo finally spoke up. “That sounds fair, man.” Nero knew Amo was on the verge of murder just as much as he was. Good, I want Amo to snap some fucking necks.
“Yeah, way too fucking fair,” Vincent agreed.
Perfect, let’s all break necks. “Then we’ve got three fucking rounds of payback.”
Nero looked over at Elle sitting beside Chloe, whispering. He knew she was trying to comfort her. Nero was drawn to Elle by the way she protected Chloe. I just wish it didn’t mean becoming the target.
“She all right?” Amo asked him.
“Unfortunately, she takes hits too well.” He didn’t like how she could make a joke out of what had happened. She was probably happy it ended up hitting her.
Nero wasn’t okay with that.
“She’s some tough shit.” Vincent’s voice sounded proud.
“Yeah, I think the question is, will she be all right.” Nero noticed Chloe didn’t look quite as well.
Amo was definitely looking forward to the destruction about to come. “Let’s fucking find out.”
* * *
When Elle saw Chloe’s face, she ran to her side and sat down next to her on the bleachers.
“You okay, Chloe?”
Chloe’s face was a blank stare toward the floor. You would think there was nothing inside of her, but Elle knew she was fighting back her demons. Her hair was a curtain on the right side of her face; it killed Elle.
Chloe had actually been starting to become slightly comfortable. Elle noticed she had slept, eaten, and showed her face more in the passing days. Now it’s all gone to Hell.