My Sweet Bully

He doesn’t look like the same boy I saw that night. Everything about him is different. His demeanor, his stance, his eyes, his voice. Max that night was an uncertain, confused kid. Max today is a confident, determined man.

He looks like an adult as he passes a small cluster of freshmen still hanging on the front steps. Max towers over the group, his muscles far superior to the pubescent boys around him. The small group splits like the Red Sea as Max moves through them like they aren’t even there.

The bell rings, knocking me from my trance.

And as I head into school, I already know. . .

Max Ramon is going to ruin me in more ways than one.

2

Max

Her skin is like velvet. So soft. So delicate. So pure.

And so very fucking breakable.

My mind instantly turns to images of me taking control of her, teasing her tight little pussy until she can’t take it anymore. When it becomes torture, when she’s begging me to either fuck her or let her go, that’s when I’ll know I’ve broken her.

There are only two things I want from her. To hear her scream my name, and revenge.

Both will be sweet. Both will make me smile. And both will give me the satisfaction I crave. Destruction never looked so good before I set my eyes on her.

The thought makes my dick twitch, knowing how easily I could break her, damage her, make her wish she never met me.

But the feel of her skin sends goosebumps down my arms, making me focus on the good stuff, the fun stuff, the things I shouldn’t really want because I fucking hate her.

She’s no one. She’s a rat.

My fingers itch to run through her hair, wrap it around my fist and tear her head back so she’s staring up at me. I want her to know me. I want to know her. Every inch of her body can tell me a story, and I want to hear it.

I’ll lick her from head to toe. Every curve, every dip, every nook. My tongue will taste every inch of her body. Claiming her in ways no man ever has, marking her so deep she’ll still feel me between her legs when I’m long gone.

Her body could be mine if I want it. All I have to do is turn on the charm, whisper the right words, and she’ll be begging me to end her misery. Her bright blue eyes will glisten with need, her plump lips will pout with desire, and her teeth will nibble with hunger.

I can’t stop thinking about how she felt in my hands; silky, smooth, and so fucking tempting. Too tempting. Addicting if I’m not careful.

I’ve never touched anything so delicate before. Everything in my life is hard and jagged, like a sharp rock, ready to slice me open if I make one wrong move. All it takes is one slip and I’m a bloody mess.

I’ve been cut one too many times over the years, and this girl’s cut me so fucking deep already, I’ll never forgive her for it.

I hate her.

Hate is a strong word. It’s a word that fits perfectly when it comes to her. She deserves every ounce of hate I have for her; I won’t forget that.

Prairie destroyed everything. She took the one person away from me who’d always been there for me, the only person that ever gave a shit about me. She came in from nowhere like a storm at sea.

How could I ever see her as anything other than a rogue wave?

My brother is in jail because of her. It’s her fault I’m left to fend for myself, that I have to spend my weekends picking up trash on the beach for the next five months, and that my basketball scholarship is hanging on by a super thin thread.

Basketball is the only thing I have that can get me out of this fucking place, and now I have to stand back and wonder if it will be torn from my hands just like my childhood. Because of her. All because of Prairie Westmin.

It isn’t fair. None of this shit is fair.

She needs to pay for what she’s done. Simple as that.

The idea sends a rush of excitement through my veins. It’s invigorating, refreshing, and it puts a smile on my face. I’m going to make her life fucking miserable, every chance that I get, I’m going to make her regret everything she’s done to me.

The bell rings for homeroom, making me lift my head and look over my shoulder.

Slamming my locker shut, I tuck my binder under my arm and step into the classroom. I’m done thinking about her and what she’s done to my family. She has no place in my life other than the hate and misery she’s caused me.