Adrenaline fuels me as I charge up behind her and grab her upper arm, spinning her to face me. She tries to jerk her arm free, but my grip tightens, no doubt leaving bruises.
“Youaremy business, Riley. Everything you do, everything you say, and everywhere you go,” I say through clenched teeth, the quiet words dripping with venom. Every dirty little secret I can pull from her pretty lips is mine to use.
The moonlight highlights her angelic face. I study her, looking for any signs of the devil I’ve been told about, but I don’t see it. The only thing Wesley and I know about Riley is what Julien has told us and the short amount of research I’ve completed after finding out she was coming to Pointebreak. Her life is an open book, but she keeps her nose clean. I saw no mentions of a boyfriend, so that’s one less concern. Is it possible Julien’s wrong about her? Riley’s either a damn good actress, or she’s as innocent as they come.
Innocent.
That’s what she is. Untouched by the very things that have already broken me. And all I can think about is dragging her into the dark with me. Letting the part of me I keep buried sink its teeth into her. Mark her.
I’ve never had a longing this strong before. Fucking witch is putting me under a spell. I mentally shake the dark thoughts that are poisoning my mind. Now isnotthe time. I inhale deeply, the crisp air doing little to clear the insistent voices in my head that scream to take her. Use her. She smells like vanilla, fear, and sex. Did she have sex with Julien? Did she let him touch that pretty pussy of hers? I’ve never cared who Julien or Wesley fuck, but from the moment I heard those words fall from Julien’s lips on the stairs, I’ve needed to know exactly what happened.
Her breath hitches and it’s only then I realized I’ve backed her against a tree, pressing my body against hers. She pants, and with each shallow breath, her breasts push against my chest. I drop my face inches from hers.
“Did you let him use that pretty cunt of yours, Riley? Did you whore yourself out already?” I nestle my nose against her throat and take a deep breath. My heart hammers in my chest, a frantic drum against my ribs. I’ve spent my whole life keeping people at bay. Never getting too close. Yet this girl shows up and digs her way under my skin within a day. “You smell like sex.”
She reaches up, attempting to slap me, but I grab her wrist and clinch it. She whimpers and I squeeze harder. I raise my eyebrow at her, a silent warning, waiting for her next move.
“Get. Off. Me,” she bites out.
I hold her arm above her head and grab the other, trapping them together. She squirms and gasps when her belly brushes against my crotch.
“Try that again and I’ll toss you over my knee, Luna.” Do it again. Give me a reason to redden that ass of yours, beautiful.She bites her lip, staring daggers at me, but stops fighting my hold on her. “Did you let Julien fuck you?”
“No.” She grits. “Let me go.”
I collar her throat, rubbing my fingers over her strong pulse and drop my forehead to hers. “Why did you come here? Pointebreak isn’t for you,” I whisper. I need to know. I need reassurance that she won't destroy everything we’re working towards.
“My dad made me. This is the last place in the entire world I want to be.”
Her pulse races the moment she mentions her father. “Why?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers and gently shakes her head as much as I’ll allow with my hold on her. “He cancelled my enrollment to Dartmouth and told me that’s final. I didn’t have a choice, and ever since I’ve gotten here, you and your gang have been up my ass. Let me go, Zander, or so help me God.”
I quirk my brow. Oh, this is going to be good. “Or so help you God, what, Luna?”
“That’s not my name. Stop calling me that!” She growls through clenched teeth. I tighten my hold on her throat. Her eyes widen in fear and as she struggles against me, while the monstrous part of me claws for release.
Punish her.
Break her.
I notice the shift in her the moment she decides screaming is her best option. My lips crash down on hers as I hold her tight beneath me, swallowing down her cry for help. Shivers run down my spine, the sound of her fear light lightening to my dick. I want her to wrap her legs around me as I fuck up into her with my cock. I’d take her hard and fast, and then I’d drag her back to my room and tie her down to use her for days. She’d quickly become my drug of choice. I drag my hand from her throat to between her breasts and over her belly toward the apex of herthighs. Then she does the most unexpected thing. She kisses me back with a hunger that matches my own.
Riley hooks her leg around my hip and rocks herself over me, seeking more friction as her mouth opens wider. Our tongues dance as we explore one another, and I know if I don’t stop kissing her, I won’t. I’ll claim every part of her until she’s completely mine. Her inner light and goodness summon my dark and devilish side. I don’t know if I’d be able to contain him if let loose. I grab her panties and pull them hard. She gasps in surprise as the stitching rips under my fingers and the fabric hangs loosely around her thighs.
We pull back from one another, both of us breathing hard, trying to catch our breaths. “Take ‘em off.” I command.
I release her and slide down her body, squatting in front of her, bunching her dress around her hips. I drag her ruined panties down and off her legs, then rub my scruff along the inside of her thigh. Her legs quiver and she digs her nails into my hair, positioning my face where she needs me the most, her soaked pussy. I take a deep breath and as I lean forward and swipe my tongue through her wet folds. She tastes like heaven as she tugs my hair and whimpers. I go to do it again when the sound of distant voices breaks through my lust-filled haze.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
What did I almost do?
A scream of frustration builds in my chest, but I clench my jaw and hold it back. I stand, rearrange my painfully hard cock, and shove her panties in my back pocket. She scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest, but says nothing about my souvenir. Vulnerability is a weakness. Maybe that’s one useful thing her dad taught her. We’re doing things we shouldn’t be. I’ll get my chance to play with Riley. There’s no mistake about that. Just not today.
“Come on. Let’s get you home.”
And she does the craziest thing of all.
