Fierce (16 page)

“Stop fucking playing around for once! What
you just did was cruel. You can’t just toy with my heart like that!”

He grabs both my arms and pins me to the
car door, making it impossible for me to escape.

“I am
not
toying with you.” I try to
tackle him, but he traps my legs between his. “Unless that’s what you want … I
can play with you all night if you ask me to. And I
will
take that
offer.”

Oh. My. God.

There he goes again, making me all hot and
bothered with his words. He knows it. That’s why he’s doing it. And it’s
fucking humiliating.

“What do you want from me?” I say with a
desperate tone.

“I’m not playing with you. I just like to
see you blush. Lucky me, I get to see it often.”

“Why?”

He cocks his head and chortles. “Isn’t it
obvious? I want you.”

I stare at him in amazement. Is this real?

He makes my stomach twist, and butterflies
zing through my entire abdomen. It feels like my entire being has been waiting
for this moment.

But I can’t get it out of my mind that I
saw Scarlet kissing him.

It’s like she’s sullied him. I know it’s
ridiculous, but that’s how I feel. He was supposed to be … mine.

As if he ever was. He must’ve had plenty of
girls before. I’m just another one to add to his list.

“What about Scarlet then? She kissed you.”

“Who cares? I don’t. She was just clinging
to me. Doesn’t mean it matters. At least, not to me.”

“But―”

“I. Don’t. Want. Her.” He squeezes my arms,
raising his eyebrows. “I want you,” he says with a deep, husky voice.

He lowers his head, resting his forehead
against mine. His piercing gray eyes are enigmatic and seductive. His lips are
parted, but he remains still, as if he’s waiting for me.

Then his tongue dips out and he licks his
luscious lower lip, sucking it in, biting a little.

Holy shit. I think I just died.

“Tell me what you want. What you really
need. Do you want me to let you go? Do you want me to stop hunting for you?” he
murmurs.

Taking in a sharp breath, I hesitate. I’m
not sure what to say. It feels so unreal, and yet the look in his eyes tell me
this is the truth. He looks so desperate, almost vulnerable, and it makes me
believe him.

All this time he really wanted me.

“Kiss me,” I say. “I want you to kiss me.”

It doesn’t take him a second to process my
answer.

I feel his breath against my cheek, as he
slowly inches closer to my lips. My brain is telling me not to do this. That he
isn’t good for me. That he’s only in it for the fun and excitement. That I
should pull back.

But I don’t care anymore.

I’ve been dying to touch him and kiss him,
and I’m not letting this moment slip by any longer.

As his mouth crashes into mine, shocks run
through my entire body. He is quick and eager and ravishes me with his kisses.
I can’t resist. His hot mouth on mine is making me feel delirious. It’s like a
drug, so powerful.

Pinning my hands in a vice grip beside my
head, he sucks on my lips. I moan out loud as he nibbles and then leaves short
little kisses.

Every pore in my body screams out for him
to touch me. Our mouths are a hot, wet mix. Anxious. Sultry. It makes me weak
to the knees.

Desire swells as his kisses unleash a fever
inside me. Lust is building, and I can no longer ignore it.

His hands slide down my arms to my waist as
he dips his tongue in and out of my mouth, coaxing me. He groans, his lips
dragging to my jaw, kissing me everywhere. I pant as he slips down my neck to
the spot that makes me want to surrender completely.

My hands wrap around his muscular neck as
he fervently kisses my jaw, dragging his tongue along the way. It’s so freaking
hot that I moan, and he chuckles in delight. When he nips my earlobe, I’m done
for.

He retreats for a second, panting, visibly
strained. His eyes are dark in a wicked way. “God, that dress,” he murmurs.
“Why’d you have to put that on?”

I giggle when he leaves another peck on my
collarbone, almost too hungry to stop devouring me.

“Couldn’t come to the party in a pair of
sweatpants,” I mutter.

“Hmmm …” The rumbling sound coming from his
chest sounds like a growl and a groan at the same time. It’s so fucking sexy.

“You look so damn hot … You don’t wanna
know what goes on in my mind when you’re all dressed up like this. It’s too
dirty to handle,” he whispers close to my ear.

I get goose bumps all over my body as his
thirsty eyes sweep over my entire body from top to bottom.

“Although I wouldn’t mind the sweatpants
either,” he says with a low voice. “Easier to take off.”

Wow. It’s still mind-blowing that he thinks
about me like that. So sexual. So fucking arousing.

My mind is going blank. All I want is him.
My blood is pumping into one direction, and I’m feeling more promiscuous by the
second.

God, I want him to touch me.

He moves back to my lips and nips them,
while his strong hands shift to my ass. As he squeezes it, I gasp, but he
interrupts me with a feverish kiss on the mouth.

I wrap my arms around his muscular neck,
dying with sensations. My fingers run through his spiky hair, gripping his head
to keep him close. I want him so badly, a kiss isn’t even enough.

His calloused fingers slide down to my
legs. My nerve endings are on fire, as he slowly drags up my dress. Feeling the
pads of his fingers brushing my bare skin is sending hot streaks through my
body.

My nub is pulsing, and I want to press my
body up against him. He responds by pushing himself against me, our clothes
scraping, wrinkling up. I get all riled up by his sexy, insistent mouth, but
when I feel his erection against my thigh I perish under his touch.

He’s so fucking hot, and he wants me. He
wants me.

That alone is already making me want to
give it all up to him.

My hands slip down his neck to his
pectorals, as I feel my way across his broad chest, wanting to explore every
part of him. It’s like a forbidden fruit has just been placed in front of me,
and I’m finally allowed to take it. I don’t want to stop feeling him, touching
him, kissing him.

Suddenly, I want his tongue all over me. I
want his hands to roam my body and expose all my secret titillating spots. I
want him to take me.

But then he takes his mouth off me.

I’m fazed, feeling out of this world, and
he gazes at me with wet lips that are just too good to leave alone.

As I lean in to press my lips back on his,
he puts a finger between us. “Wait …” he mutters.

His eyes flick to the road beside us, while
my mouth hangs open, hungry for more.

“Why are we stopping?” I say.

“They’re here,” he mutters.

“Who?” I stammer, still oblivious to the world
around me.

He steps aside, and suddenly I’m feeling
cold and wet.

We’re both soaked, but only now do I
realize we’ve been kissing in the rain without a care in the world.

A car drives up to us, and a man steps out.
“You were the ones who called, right?”

Shit. I pull down my dress and straighten
it, feeling like I’ve been caught doing something against the law.

“Yeah, thanks for coming,” Hunter says,
clearing his throat.

And there we have it. Our car will be towed
away and the driver will take us back to the dorm. Hunter will have to explain
to whomever he borrowed the car from that he won’t get it back for a while.

To be honest, it’s the least of my worries
right now.

I’m so hot for Hunter, and now he’s left me
completely dry. A blazing fire left to sizzle out in the rain.

I don’t think I’ve ever been more
disappointed by someone showing up to rescue us.

What
Happens in the Dark, Stays in the Dark

My clit has been thrumming the entire trip
home. It’s like my nerves have gone haywire. Every time I move even an inch, I
feel my most sensitive parts scream out in agony. The desire to rub myself is
so strong that I can barely stop myself, but I want him to be the one doing it.

Unfortunately, Hunter hasn’t looked at me
since. He hasn’t even glanced at me. Not once.

Not after the kiss.
That kiss.
The
one that made me red-hot with need.

My entire body is craving him, and he seems
to be ignoring me completely. It’s like he’s doing it on purpose. Almost as if
he doesn’t want me anymore.

The look on his face shows agony, but at
the same time he seems pissed and turned into himself. Like he’s thinking about
it too much.

I wonder what is going on inside his mind.

Swallowing away the lump in my throat, I
clench my thighs together as my clit starts throbbing again. Each time I catch
a glimpse of his luscious lips, all I can think of is having them all over me.

We walk up the stairs of our dorm, and when
I spot the door to my room all I feel is misery. I don’t want to go in there
and be alone. That’s torture.

He turns, opening the door to his room, and
doesn’t even look at me before stepping inside.

“Wait,” I say.

With his back toward me he stops. He turns
his head, but not enough to look me in the eye.

“Let’s just go to bed. It’s late.”

What the hell?

“Don’t you want to …”

Suddenly, he turns around and stares at me.
The look in his eyes is deadly, but I’m not sure if it’ll kill me or seduce me.

“I can’t.”

“Why not?” I say, frowning.

He sighs. “Let’s just leave it at that
kiss.”

He wants to close the door, but I put a
foot inside, preventing him from shutting me out.

“I want more,” I say softly.

His half-mast eyes flick to the floor and
then back up to my face, sweeping over my body again like he did before. He
bites his lip and clenches the door firmly, as if he has to hold himself back.

“You say that now, but you have no idea
what you really want.”

“Don’t decide that for me. I know what I
want.”

“We should stop this now, while we still
can.” He turns around, leaving the door open, and slumps toward his bed.

“What?” I say, angry. Tears well up in my
eyes again. He can’t be serious. This can’t be happening again. He can’t do
that to me.

“I swear, if you just kissed me as a joke,
I’ll―”

“It wasn’t. I kissed you because I couldn’t
hold back anymore.”

“What?” I stammer as I step inside.

He drops down onto his bed, buries his head
between his hands and sighs. It sounds more like a tormented grunt. Like he
doesn’t know how to deal with this.

“I don’t get it. Why don’t you want to kiss
me again if you liked it?”

“I did, but we can’t. I can’t give you what
you need.”

I close the door behind me and walk
forward, stopping in the middle of his room.

“You deserve a good guy. I’m not one of
those. Nothing’s going to change that.”

“I don’t want a good guy. I want you.”

Lifting his head, he looks up at me with
pure agony. I can see him trying so hard to repel me, and it’s so goddamn hard
to watch.

“Don’t you see? I’m fucking bad for you.
You don’t know what the fuck you’re getting yourself into.”

“I do. Don’t treat me like a helpless,
pathetic kid. I can make my own decisions.”

He immediately stands up, his fingers
folded into a fist, and comes up to me. Shivers run down my spine as I’m
reminded of his closeness, instantly awaking the desires stirring inside me.
Hot memories of his kisses flash through my mind, and all I can think of is
doing it again.

“I don’t want to hurt you. I’m dangerous.
Yet you stand here, wanting more,” he says, towering over me.

“And I completely accept the consequences,”
I say.

“Are you fucking crazy? You have no idea
what you’re saying. There’s a reason I ended it after a kiss. I won’t be able
to stop myself if we go any further.”

“Then don’t stop yourself,” I say.

He chuckles, almost annoyed. “I’m Hunter.
The guy who has sex like an animal. If you’re with me, I’ll fucking tear you to
pieces.”

“I can take it.”

“You said you’ve never had a boyfriend. So
you’re a virgin, right?” He lifts his hand and caresses my cheek lightly. His
rough finger is tingly on my skin, and I shudder.

“Do you even know what I do to virgins?”

I gasp. “No, but I’m curious to find out.” I
walk past him and sit down on his bed, reluctant to leave, even if he asks me
to.

“Really? I think there’s a lot more to it
than that. You’re still scared.” He turns around and gazes at me with this
predatory look in his eyes that intimidates me.

“What do you mean?”

“You think you have to give yourself to me
in order to keep me all to yourself.”

A flush spreads across my cheeks, and I
start to feel lightheaded. At first I’m mad, but then the realization hits me
that he might actually be right. Although I hate the way he says it, like he’s
all that, and I’m just a pining girl.

“I just don’t want to … I want to …” I
don’t even know how to say this.

“I don’t want anyone else. Anyone. Why do
you keep thinking like this? You think I have sex with every girl out there?”
he growls.

“Well I’ve never … and you’re always …”

“What? Flirty? That doesn’t mean I actually
want something.”

“Then why do you want something with me?” I
say, gulping.

“Because you’re different,” he says. “But I
can’t. I can’t do this to you. I can’t turn you into something you’re not. I
already think I’m fucked up, but when I fuck you up too … God, no.”

“You won’t. I’ll be okay. I can handle it.”

“No, you can’t,” he growls, and takes a
step closer. “You have to leave. Now.”

“Why? Why do you keep pushing my buttons
and then rejecting me?”

One of his eyebrows arches up. “Don’t you
see what you do to me? I need you to go so I can calm down. I get fucking hard
just looking at you like that.” He points at my dress, and suddenly I have the
urge to cover myself up, feeling naked.

He shakes his head and sighs. “I mean, look
at you. You’re such a fucking good girl, with your books and your proper
clothes. I’m like a fucking stain on your rep,” he rants. “I could hold myself
back, but now … after those kisses … God, now I can’t stand it. I just want to
rip your clothes off.”

I think I’m not even listening to him
anymore. After he mentioned getting hard because of me, everything feels like a
huge blur. All I see is the huge bulge in his jeans, and now I’m desperate to
find out what he looks like. What he feels like. What sex with him feels like.
My first time.

“You have to leave. Right. Now,” he snaps.

“No,” I say.

“Listen to me for once,” he says.

“No, you listen to me. I want you. I don’t
care about the rest. I want to … know what it feels like.”

“Do you even hear what you’re saying? I
don’t make love. I fuck your brains out.”

“Then do it,” I say. “You said you saw me
looking. You knew I wanted you.”

He chuckles, and the smirk on his face is
so ridiculously sexy, I just want to plant my lips on his.

He comes closer, leans forward, and grabs
me by the shoulders. “Get. Out.”

“No.”

I don’t want to leave. I want more from
him. So much more. Now that I’ve seen and felt a glimpse, I don’t want it to
stop. I want to feel, touch, experience.

This isn’t at all like me, but I don’t want
to be anywhere else. I don’t even want to be me right now. All I want is him.
No rules. No boundaries. Just finding out about sex.

I want to know what it’s like. I’m turning
off my restraints. I’ll follow my heart tonight.

I’ve been waiting for the right person for
so long, when all I was waiting for was someone like him. Someone who cares
about me, someone who protects me. Someone handsome and sweet. So sexy, I could
die.

I want him more than anything else right
now.

“Get out now before it’s too late to change
your mind.” He’s right in front of my face now, so close I just want to pull him
back onto the bed with me.

“No. I won’t change my mind.”

He squints, pursing his lips. “Say no one
more time.”

I scowl, confused. “Why? Do you get off on
it?”

He grins, and it’s a sultry, heavy grin
that speaks volumes. “I told you, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself
into. I like my girls feisty, and I like to claim them as my own. Especially
when they’re playing hard to get.”

I gulp at those last words. My pussy is
thumping like crazy, thinking of all the possibilities that encompass
‘claiming.’ Jesus. He really is an animal.

His head hovers close to my ears, and he
whispers, “Just say it. Say the word, and I’ll take you, right here, right
now.”

I gasp, my inhibitions shattering. “Please
…”

He laughs, but it sounds more like a grunt,
alerting all my senses. “You asked for it.”

Not one moment does he waste. He grasps my
arms, flings me down on the bed, and rips off my shoes like he’s in some kind
of frenzy, throwing them into a corner.

I crawl back on my elbows, peering at the
predator in front of me.

“You want crazy? You’ll get crazy,” he
says.

Hooking his fingers underneath his soaked
black shirt, he pulls it over his head and throws it aside.

I’m baffled.

What appears is a sculpted body. Bulging
biceps, broad shoulders, trained pectorals, washboard abs, and muscles
everywhere. Oh my God.

My eyes are locked on his ripped body. I
never imagined him being this fucking hot.

His abs contract when he stalks forward
like the real Hunter that he is. He crawls onto the bed, looking up at me from
above, his eyes aggressive, seductive. A boyish smile curves his lips, telling
me how much he relishes this moment. Like he knows he’s about to be the first
to take me.

I love the way he looks at me.

Snatching one of my legs, he puts his lips
on my foot, surprising me. He kisses all the way up to my ankle, and then drags
his lips to my calves. From there his tongue comes out to play, sliding up to
my thigh. It’s the most exquisite thing I’ve ever felt.

“You sure about this, Leafy?” he says,
kissing my thigh, setting me ablaze.

“Yes,” I whimper.

He muffles a laugh, but it sounds more like
a groan, making me all hot and bothered. “Here I come,” he says with a husky
voice.

He pushes himself up on his elbows and
crawls right on top of me. I’m still completely dressed, but he feels amazing.
I don’t care about anything anymore.

Hunter has me by the shoulder and his other
hand slides down my side to my ass, cupping it. He squeezes, hard, and crashes
his lips into mine. I’ve been waiting for this since the moment he last took his
lips off mine. God, it feels amazing.

My fingers drift through his hair, grasping
him so he’s closer. His hot mouth is so magnetizing. Our lips are raw, wet, and
going numb from frenzied kisses, and I love it.

He’s still wearing pants, and he rubs his leg
against my thigh. He sucks on my bottom lip and nibbles on it as he undulates
against me, making me feel his hard-on.

I struggle to get my glasses off and place
them on the cabinet beside us. He’s lying partially on top of me, his strong
leg pushing up against my thigh. As it grazes my panties, I moan softly, and he
bites his lip when he hears.

“You sound so fucking sexy when you do
that,” he whispers. “Makes me want to put my hands all over you.” On his face
is a cocky smile, like that of a boy who’s proud he could make me squirm.

I love it.

His rabid kisses across my neck make me
writhe. My hands drift over his rigid back, nails digging into his skin. He
groans as I push my body up to meet his in a desperate attempt to be closer.

“I’m your first,” he says in between his
kisses.

I’m not sure whether it’s a question or a
statement, so I nod.

His fingers drift from my ass to my hips,
and then slowly creep under my dress. I gasp, shocks coursing through my body
as he crawls under my dress, nudging it up. The moment he reaches my panties, I
hold my breath.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
he whispers, nibbling my ear while frantically rubbing himself against me.