The Love of My Bully

Drake sank his fingers into her hair, and he held the back of her head, kissing her harder. He bit down on her lips and she moaned, holding him tightly to her. He moved them both back until she hit the wall, and in some way, they clawed at each other’s clothing. Their jackets were on the floor, their shoes were kicked off, and before Pru knew what was happening, they were in her bedroom. She couldn’t even remember walking up the stairs.

All she wanted was Drake’s lips.

His touch, his everything.

They collapsed to the bed, and even then, Pru didn’t put a stop to it. Even as her body shook, she wanted him and didn’t wish for him to stop. The pleasure rushed through her body, and she couldn’t imagine being anywhere but with him.

She climbed over him, straddling his waist and pulling him up. She kissed him back as he ran his hands over her panty-covered ass.

She was in her bedroom, in her underwear, with her bully. What the fuck was she doing?

Chapter Twelve

Can’t get her out of my head

Drake had tried avoiding her. He’d done everything he could think of to put some perspective on his life away from Pru. She wasn’t good for him, not when it came to his parents. There was no future here, and at the same time, he didn’t understand why the fuck he was even thinking about a future.

What was the point? They were never going to be together.

It didn’t matter how much he wanted her kiss, or how good it felt having her wrapped around him right now. The truth was this wasn’t going to work out.

This, whatever this was, couldn’t work. His parents would ruin her, and he’d bullied her. For as long as he’d known her, he’d bullied her. He’d enjoyed it as well. There were no excuses for his behavior. He liked to hurt her, plain and simple. There was no logic into why he did it.

Pru fed a part of him that no one else seemed to be able to touch, and now, he couldn’t make it stop, didn’t want it to. There were a million girls out there just like Pru, so why was he fixated on her, just her? None of it made any sense. He’d tried to stay away, to clear his mind of whatever this was, but nothing worked.

He wanted her.

Staying away was hard work. He was tired of yearning for her and not getting what he wanted. This time, he was going to take her.

Running his hands down her back, he cupped her ass. Her underwear didn’t do a good enough job of hiding her from his gaze. Her tits were nice and large. He’d noticed them long before now. When they were in class and she’d been leaning forward, looking over her book, he’d seen right down her shirt. Chemistry class where he’d been at the perfect angle to see everything so clearly.

Drake remembered being so angry at her for making him realize she was a girl, he’d spilled some of the iodine over her pristine-white shirt, soaking it a nice dark amber. Then he’d ruined her books by setting them on fire in the sink.

He’d been an asshole, but everyone had laughed and he’d felt a lot better. The memory of how much he’d wanted to touch her faded as she’d merely looked at him with no reaction whatsoever.

This past year, she’d learned not to give him the time of day. He’d waited for her to explode, to retaliate, and nothing. Hurting her had become a bore, and now, as he grabbed her full ass, he didn’t want to think about all the other shit he’d done to her.

She moaned. Her head tilted back and he couldn’t resist sucking on her neck. Flicking his tongue across her pulse, he bit down, relishing the feel of her squirming in his arms.

“Drake?” she asked, moaning.

“What?”

“I don’t … not yet.”

“You don’t want to fuck?”

“No.”

“Why not? We’re going to end up doing it anyway.” There was no point in denying the inevitable.

They were almost naked, in her room, on her bed. Sex was going to happen.

“You don’t know sex is going to happen straightaway and I’m not ready.” She tucked some hair behind her ear and seemed nervous. He found it cute. Stroking the tips of his fingers down her arm, he had to remind himself she was still a virgin. She didn’t party like him or the other girls he’d been with. None of them had cared about where they had sex or even when. They threw themselves at him in the hope of snagging the wealthiest guy in town. Always looking toward their future, never once considering what he wanted. It was why he always made them jump through his hoops, giving them tasks so ridiculous, they shouldn’t ever agree to do them, and yet, they did.