“Oh yeah? You want to know about me? About my past? You want to know what I’m doing at this school full of all of you rich assholes when it’s clear I don’t belong here?” She steps towards me as she continues with her tirade, giving meno choice but to move backwards. “You want to know who my family is? Why I was in the alley the other day?” She keeps stalking towards me, and I keep taking steps back.
“Tell me,” I murmur as my back hits the wall and she’s only a breath’s width in front of me, staring up at me with fire in her eyes. How the fuck do we always seem to end up in this position?
“How about you mind your own business before you get yourself killed?”
That makes me raise a brow, my cock hardening in my slacks as I smirk down at her. “Oh yeah? You’d kill me, little menace?” I ask with a chuckle and she smiles sweetly, her hand finding my chest before running it up past my thundering heart and wrapping her hand around my throat, squeezing.
“In a heartbeat,” she purrs, and my control snaps.
I don’t have a single conscious thought as I slam my lips to hers, as though my body just responded to her before my brain had the time to catch up, and the next thing I know, I’m devouring her mouth with mine.
Her lips part with a gasp as my mouth attacks hers, and I use the opportunity to swipe my tongue across her bottom lip. When she makes no move to stop me, I push my tongue between her plump lips and move my hand to her hip, squeezing it in a punishing grip.
Fuck, she tastes so good.
Sweet, like honey. And there’s a hint of danger in there too.
She would either be the best damn fuck of my life, or she’d ruin me completely. And not in a good way.
I’m not sure how it happens, but the distance between us diminishes until our bodies are pressed to one other, not aninch between us as my free hand goes to the back of her head, holding her in place as I tilt my own and take the kiss deeper. Unwilling to think about what the fuck I’m doing, I don’t think about the consequences of my actions or what will happen from here. All I can do is fuckingfeel.
And goddamn, does she feel amazing.
I’m so enraptured in everything that is my little menace that I don’t register her hand moving from my chest to my hair. It’s only when she pulls on it with a punishing grip before smashing my head backwards against the tile behind me that she pulls her mouth from mine, nothing but vitriol in her gaze.
My head swims from the pain, and I have to blink a couple of times before I can focus on her properly. But when I do? Jesus Christ. Her eyes are blown wide, dark with need, those pretty lips even pinker than usual.
“You really are kinky, aren’t you?” I can’t help but mutter as she glares at me. A therapist would have a field day if I described to them how much her glares, grunts, and anger turn me on.
And it’s not like I have some deep seated childhood trauma to blame it on. I just had the usual upbringing… if usual upbringings include mansions, yachts and billions of dollars in our bank accounts.
She shakes her head wordlessly before her hand finds the back of my head once more, and I feel a sharp sting as her fingers brush over the tender spot on the back of my skull. She pulls her hand back, grinning as she sees my blood on her fingertips before bringing them to her mouth. She sucks on her fingers, slowly and oh-so fucking sensually before releasing them with a pop.
She hums. “You taste good, pretty boy.”
I balk at her, not knowing what the hell to say to this entire encounter, but she just grins at me. Before I can muster up a single thing to say, she blows me a kiss and leaves the bathroom without a backwards glance.
I swear, this girl is testing my patience. And don’t even get me started on the hard-on I’m now sporting from seeing her suck my blood from her fingers.
Jesus Christ, I think I need an intervention.
After the shitshow that was this afternoon, there was only one thing I could think to do to get my mind off of Lana, and that was to come to the church.
I wait for my turn, and Jerry—the guy who organizes and announces the fights—turns to me to let me know it’s my turn. I pull off my jacket and step into the ring, stretching my neck as I wait for my opponent. Jerry usually has a handful of fighters on standby for if anyone like me decides to just randomly show up rather than scheduling the fight in advance.
I glance around the room, taking in the faceless crowd of people who have gathered around to watch. The lights in the ring are blinding compared to the darkness surrounding the rest of the room, and a shudder rolls up my spine when I think about the last time I was here.
Fuck, I really need to cut it out with thinking about her.
She’s in my damn head, and I can’t get her out. If I carry on like this, I’m going to go insane.
My attention snaps to Jerry when he begins to announce my opponent, my breath halting when I see the girl I can’t stand, the girl I can’t stop fucking picturing, join me in thering with a taunting smirk painted over those pretty lips of hers.
My own lips curl into a sneer, and the roaring of the crowd around us is drowned out as I stare at her. Just like last time, she’s wearing leggings, a hoodie, and those stupid boots of hers.
She looks hot as hell, and if the glimmer in her eyes when my gaze finally meets hers is anything to go by, then she knows it, too.
“Fancy seeing you here, pretty boy,” she says, and it lights a fire inside of me.
