A Hurt So Sweet Volume Three: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Elite of Eden Falls Prep Book 3) Read online

  I don't answer, picking myself up instead and clearing my throat. "I'll take that drink now, if you're still offering."

  "Pick something out of the wine cooler," he suggests, motioning to a refrigerator in the corner. "Not like anyone else is going to drink it, anyway."

  I examine the bottles in the fridge with fancy names that mean nothing to me. Finally, I pull out a bottle of red and sit cross-legged on the floor next to Dex. He uncorks it for us and hands me the bottle back, raising his brows with amusement when I swig the juice right from the bottle.

  As I lower the bottle, I realize just how nervous I am. Dex's presence has made my heart speed up, and shivers are going down my spine every time his leg brushes against me. My dress is long enough to cover me up, and I'm deliberately facing away from my ex. I don't need him seeing how flustered his presence has made me.

  "You going to share?"

  "Sure." I pass him the bottle and he swigs out of the bottle, too. Together we work through the wine, passing the bottle between us. By the time we're halfway through the wine, I feel my nerves melting away and being replaced by something that scares me even more - lust. Desire for Dex to stop all pretenses and take me right here. Prove to me we belong together.

  I shake my head to get the thought out. His influence over me is there, try as I might to deny it. I hate Dex for the havoc he's wreaking on me, but I also don't want to fight it, and when his hand brushes my hair over my shoulder, I let out an involuntary gasp, making Dex chuckle.

  "Still so easy, aren't you, toy?" he whispers in my ear, his breath tickling my neck. "No matter how many times you say no after, you want this. You live for it."

  I close my eyes, forcing myself to count to three as I take deep, long breaths. I won't let him get to me. I won't let him break me. I won't let him between my legs again.

  But Dex shatters all of my intentions when he begins to kiss my collarbone. His teeth dig into the tender skin there, and he bites and sucks me. My head cocks to the side of its own accord, enabling him easy access to whichever part of me he wants.

  Dex slips on the floor next to me, his hand wandering between my legs and cupping my pussy over the lace panties I'm wearing.

  "Just as I thought," he mutters against my hair. "Wet like always..."

  "Fuck you." I sound helpless despite the curse word, and Dex chuckles gravelly.

  "Oh, you will, Pandora. You will soon enough."

  But then, unexpectedly, he picks himself up from the floor and takes the bottle of wine. "You've had enough of this."

  "What?" I glare at him. "Who are you to decide how much I can drink?"

  He gives me a stern look. "I'm just watching out for you, toy."

  "Since when?"

  He doesn't answer, heading into the kitchen with the bottle while I fume silently. Once again, he's proven how much control he has over me, and I hate him for it.

  When Dex returns a moment later, I'm ready. I'm not letting him use me like the toy he wants me to be, not anymore. Now, I hold the strings, and I'm going to make him dance the way I want to.

  "What the fuck are you doing?"

  "Showing you what you've been missing," I purr, sliding my dress straps down my shoulders. My right breast pops free and Dexter's glare turns troubled as he watches me pull the top of the dress down, exposing my chest. "Remember, Dex? Remember how much fun this was? How you used me?"

  "Don't," he hisses. "I'm not fucking you."

  "Why not?" I pout, twisting my nipple between my fingers and whispering. Dex's hands form fists at his sides and I laugh with excitement. I've got him eating out of the palm of my hand - just how I wanted it. Now is when the real fun can begin. "Come here, Dex... please..."

  He approaches me warily, staring me down.

  "Maybe you should kneel this time," I suggest innocently. "Come on, on your knees."

  "Excuse me?"

  I point to the spot on the floor between my legs. "Come on... taste me..."

  He struggles with his decision, but does what I've asked him to do a moment later, dropping down and looking into my eyes with silent, pitch-black eyes.

  I push my tits together and lean forward, teasing him, but before I can get away, he's captured my nipple between his lips, pulling on it to bring me closer.

  For the first time since I've met him, I don't feel like Dex has all the control. No, this time we're sharing it - passing it from one to the other.

  "You want it to hurt?" he grunts, and I find myself nodding before I can stop myself. Dex bites into my skin and I whimper as he sucks a love bite onto my breasts. I throw my head back and allow him in fully, giving him more and more of myself as he marks my skin.

  Forgetting what happened, I allow my hands to wander his back, making Dex hiss as I slide my nails against his skin.

  "Forgetting something?" he growls.

  "You hurt me, I hurt you," I whisper. "Simple."

  He gets up then, walking away from me as I stare behind him.

  "We can't do this."

  "Because?" I cross my arms over my body, shielding it from his view. Even this small gesture seems to piss him off, and Dex glares at me with contempt-filled eyes.

  "Because you're..."

  "I'm what?" I glare icily. "Damaged goods?"

  "Don't fucking put words in my mouth." He runs a hand through his hair, sighing. "You're not mine to break anymore."

  "That's right," I mutter. "I'm nobody's. See? No ring on my finger, no fiancés left."

  "Yet you somehow fucked us all," he smirks, pointing to his dick. "Here." Then, he points to his head. "And here."

  I shrug carelessly, getting up from my seat and striding to where I left my bag. "Anyway, I brought you some notes. Figured you might want to catch up at them."

  Dex stares me down as I hand him the notes and swing the bag over my shoulder.

  "I'm going now."

  He doesn't try to stop me, making my bottom lip tremble, and I walk to the door and out into the hallway. But before I can make my way outside, Dex is standing before me, blocking my way out.

  "Stay," he says, the single word as devastating as it is simple. "Please, can you stay with me?"

  I don't think Dexter Booth has uttered the word please once in his life, but I ignore the urge to snap at him, and give him a simple nod instead.

  "I'll stay," I agree. "But under one condition."

  "What's that?"

  It's my turn to smirk, and I do so with pleasure. "You don't make any attempts to fuck me again."

  8

  Pandora

  Dexter takes a step closer to me, gently brushing his fingers through my hair until it's all gathered in his fist.

  "You don't want me to fuck you?"

  His words are a gentle caress against my skin. I shiver involuntarily, staring at the floor while I shake my head. I lose my confidence so quickly around Dexter Booth. It's as if he can flip a switch that makes me go from feisty and rebellious to meek and timid in a split second.

  "No," I finally mutter after a long pause, but even I'm not convinced by my answer.

  "Okay." He sounds so sweet, caring. Too bad I know that's far from the truth. "I won't touch you, Pandora. Stay a little while longer, will you?"

  I manage to nod, fighting every instinct in my body not to beg him to touch me again. His fingers have left my skin cold and covered in goosebumps. I hate myself for how weak he makes me. That he's turned me into a puppet despite my best intentions to fight him. Something about the boy makes my knees weak. Something about him makes it impossible for me to say no.

  "I'll stay." He takes my hand then, gently leading me back into the living room. He pulls up a blanket and some pillows and arranges them on the rug in front of the fireplace, motioning for me to sit down. I follow his instructions, watching silently as he adds more wood to the fire. Finally, he joins me on the rug, keeping a safe distance.

  "I need to tell you something," he begins. Alarm bells go off in my head, but it's hard to listen to them.<
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  I feel something happening. A panic attack, again. My body shakes on the inside, but remains frozen on the floor. I hear Dexter speaking, explaining something about his family, but I'm so far away I'm barely aware of the words coming out of his mouth.

  "Dexter," I squeak, and he shuts up, staring at me with his brows knitting together.

  "What's wrong?"

  I try to breathe but I don't remember how. All of a sudden, the walls are closing in on me. I feel drunk out of my mind, but I only drank some wine... I stare into Dexter's eyes, his features dancing and making my head spin.

  Dexter laughs then, loud and booming and somehow calming, and I giggle with him, all my worries forgotten as we collapse on the rug, laughing together.

  "What the fuck is happening?" I hold my belly which is hurting from laughing so much. "I feel totally out of it..."

  Dex grabs my hand, propping himself up on one elbow. "Feel my heart."

  I do, and feel it beating as fast as my own.

  "Dexter," I grind out. "You need to touch me."

  "What?" His brows knit together. "You told me..."

  Before I can tell myself to stop, I've taken a bold step forward. My lips find Dex's and I kiss him this time, hands on his cheeks, desperately trying to pull out the need I know he feels for me from inside the chest he's locked it in.

  "I need you," I whisper against his lips. "Dex, I can't help it, I'm fucking dying for you..."

  I have no idea what's happening, but a sudden burst of desire rips through my body. Dexter's figure is frozen next to mine, as if he's tripping on the same thing I am, except moments behind me. Suddenly I'm sober as day, and I take a step back, gasping as I feel my lips. I bruised my own fucking mouth by tonguefucking Dexter freaking Booth. Great job.

  "Dexter, what the fuck was in that wine?" I whisper. Without waiting for his answer, I race ahead.

  Dex walks in after me, and by that time, I've got the bottle in my hands. The words dance before my eyes and I feel another surge of the drink coming on.

  "Pheromone," I read out loud from the wine's label. "Enhance your... sexual adventures... with this desire-inducing blend of..."

  "Fuck," Dexter grunts. "Did we just drink half a bottle of that shit?"

  "Afraid so." I set the bottle down on the coffee table, and liquid splashes over the top, making me laugh out loud again. "Oh God, Dex, it's happening again..."

  But while I'm feeling zoned out of my mind, Dex seems to have gotten to the horny part of our little trip.

  "Is that your parents' wine?" I giggle as he nears me. "Man, they were kinky."

  Dex doesn't stop, and he grabs me by my ass, making me cry out as he puts my legs around his lap. I'm quick to wrap my arms around his neck and I pull him in. At least now we have an excuse to start making out... I was getting pathetically desperate without that wine, already.

  "Kiss me," I beg him, but he shakes his head.

  "Show me what's mine," he hisses. "Spread your legs and show me what you've been giving to all those boys behind my back..."

  I bite my lower lip, teeth digging into the meat as I pull my dress up tentatively. My hands shake as they gather my panties at the hip, and I pull them down before I can change my mind.

  "For fuck's sake," Dexter mutters. "They sure taught you to obey better than I ever did."

  I spread my legs, not brave enough to tell him I didn't do this for anyone else. That I'm only such a slut for him, reserving him the special privilege of owning my mind on top of my body, even when he's not touching me at all.

  "I only listen to you," I whisper, the words hot as I exhale them. "You're the only one I want, Dex..."

  His eyes widen as my fingers touch between my legs, sliding up my pussy lips, parting them for his pleasure. The outline of his erect cock is plainly visible beneath the fabric of the grey sweatpants he's wearing. His sculpted chest rises dramatically with each breath. I realize I want him, butterflies fluttering in my stomach as I stare him down, eyes glued to his as a moan escapes my parted lips.

  "You want to fuck me, don't you?" The dirty words feel right somehow, and I tap the fingertip of my right pointer finger against the hood of my clit. "You've been thinking about it since last time..."

  He doesn't answer, but his jaw sets as he stares me down.

  "Just admit it already, Dexter..." I cock my head to the side as I begin massaging myself. "You want to have your cock all wrapped up in my pussy again."

  "You have no idea what you're going to make me do if you don't stop, toy." His voice is low and breathless, and his right palm has moved to the bulge in his sweatpants, greedily massaging his dick. It's not just the outline of it now, either. I can clearly see the wet spot where a bead of precum has soaked through the fabric of his pants.

  "Why don't you show me?" I purr, moaning when I feel my fingertip finally tap against my clit. "Fuck, Dex, you're making me drip..."

  He gets up, his hand palming his cock as he comes to a stop inches before me.

  "On your knees," he demands.

  "What about my pussy?" I whine, leaning back on my other hand and showing off to him. "Aren't you going to take care of me?"

  "No," he spits out. "I feel like taking advantage."

  "So mean to me, Dex..."

  "Are you really surprised?" He licks his lips, making me quiver. "Now shut up and do as you're told."

  I slide down to the floor, sitting with my knees spread apart and my eyes glued to his. "What now, Sir?"

  "Take my pants off," he growls.

  I pull on the legs of his sweatpants and they slide over his hips painfully slowly. Dex tips my chin back with his free hand, the other going against the wall as he leans back. Slowly, his fingers migrate from my face to my hair, gathering my dark mane into his fist and pulling me dangerously close to where his navel is being more and more exposed.

  I come face-to-face with his happy trail, like an arrow leading down to what I need most. I struggle pulling down his pants and then they give suddenly, his cock breaking free and slapping my face. I whisper his name, but Dex cups the back of my neck and grabs his cock at the base.

  "Want it?" He points the tip at my lips and I shake as I look up at him. I can lie to Dex, but I sure as fuck can't lie to myself, and I'm quickly realizing he's still the one who holds all the power here. I may have plans of my own, but I can't help his wicked charm. Every single time, he gets the better of me. I nod eagerly, licking my lips.

  "Then beg for it. Ask Sir nicely. Ask for my cock in your mouth." I groan but he tugs on my hair without remorse, making me cry out. "Don't fucking hesitate, toy. Beg. Suck. Beg. Suck."

  "Fuck," I whisper. "Please, can I have it in my mouth?"

  "You know how to ask better than that," he smirks. "At least pretend like you're trying for me, slut."

  "Please, Sir..." I flush using the word I'd resisted to wildly at first. "Can I... can I have it in my mouth? Can I suck it better for you? Can I get all your cum, please, Dexter... please?"

  His eyes glitter with dark pleasure and he presses the tip of his cock against my lips. His precum smears over my mouth and I suck him in greedily, but the moment I do, he pulls back again, not letting me have another taste.

  "Taste it," he tells me. "Tell me how much you love it."

  With my eyes on his, I extended my tongue and lick the slit in his cock again and again. I lick, almost forgetting to breathe as I fill myself with his taste, feeling greedier than ever.

  "You taste so good, Dex," I whisper. "You taste different than all the others..."

  He tugs on my hair, a silent warning. But the sick part of me wants to keep pushing. I want him to feel hurt, to stab that knife right into his back.

  "Easton's was sweeter," I purr. "But-"

  He pulls me up by my hair, his face an expression of pure rage as he slams me against the opposite wall. "Don't forget yourself, toy."

  "Or else what?" I snap back.

  "Or else suffer the consequences." He eyes my dress - two hu
ndred thousand at Net-A-Porter, thank you very much - then reaches for the neckline and rips it down the middle. I shriek, but he pays it no mind, throwing the remnants of my beautiful outfit to the ground. I shiver before him in nothing but a silky bra then, feeling the impact of his anger and hoping, so desperately hoping I can push him even further. "See what you make me do, my pretty toy? You make me break all the rules... And if you don't watch out, I'll break you, too."

  "Again?"

  "Again." He slams his hips into mine. "And again. And fucking again."

  Dexter grabs my neck from the front. I can tell how hard he's working to control himself from how firmly but gently he grips my throat between his fingers, and I swallow as he presses his forehead against mine.

  "You want that, Pandora? You want me to break you again? That's why you came here, isn't it?" I don't answer, turning my head to the side, but he forces it back by grabbing my chin. "Tell me the truth right now."

  "What truth?"

  "What you really feel." His lips are half an inch away from mine. I can feel his words against my mouth, almost tasting him. The tension in the room is palpable now, this moment carrying more weight than I initially imagined. "Do you love me, Pandora Oakes?"

  Dex's words carry a warning. Whether he wants me to say yes or no, I can't be sure - but I can feel his fingers shaking against my neck. He's losing his grip. He's losing control. He's going to break more rules now. If I play my cards right, he'll break me.

  I really fucking want him to break me.

  But once again, Dexter wins over my own mind, and my lips open, the truth slipping out of the box I'd locked it in moments ago.

  "Yes."

  For a moment, everything stands still. I'm convinced I've imagined it all until Dexter finally lowers his lips to mine. His mouth makes it clear this is very much my reality.

  Dex has never kissed me like this before. His lips devour me, deepening the desire I feel for him with each second his mouth is pressed to mine. My shaky hands find his cock and I whisper his name against his lips as I begin to jerk him off with needy , fast motions.