Page 97 of Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 1)
I can smell him now, that bergamot and musk scent of his, all male, all Vic.
My breath catches as he reaches up with a big hand and cups the side of my face. His entire presence is edged in violence, but his touch is gentle enough.
“I'm apologizing in advance for how hard I'm going to fuck you,” he says, and a wash of heat spreads from my core to the hardened points of my nipples, the bruised curve of my lips. “But after, I'll take it nice and slow.”
He grabs my hips and flips me over, pulling me back and into him. I can feel the heat of his body as Vic presses up against me, a sigh shuddering through him as he runs his palm down my spine. I can feel the tension in his hands as he caresses me, and then, it’s like a switch has been flipped. Vic grabs my hair and yanks my head back, making me cry out. It doesn’t hurt per se, but it rides that fine line.
“I’m having a seriously hard time fucking controlling myself right now,” he growls, and his hands tighten on both my hip and my hair. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” Vic leans down and kisses my shoulder, swirling his tongue in a circle against my skin before he bites me—hard.
“You won't like it when Victor takes you to bed. He's a rough, angry sort of lover.”
Aaron’s words echo in my head as I shift my body and Vic growls, holding me in place. He’s bruising my hip, making my scalp burn, and yet it’s not unpleasant. His mouth traces up the line of my shoulder toward my neck, and he bites me again, drawing another long, embarrassing groan from my throat.
Vic releases my hair and curls his inked fingers around the front of my neck. With his other hand, he guides the tip of his cock to my throbbing heat, slicking the length of his body against my wetness.
“We didn’t want a girl to come between us and yet, here you are, doing just that. Are you fucking proud of yourself?”
“Screw you,” I snarl, gritting my teeth as Victor teases me with his cock. He lifts my head up even further, forcing me to curve my back and push my ass against him.
“You’ve hated me for so long, haven’t you?” he asks, and I realize then that I’m shaking. He’s stripping me bare again, and I hate it. I hate it, but I also … I can’t explain it, but I want more. His voice is like smoke, curling around and enveloping me. It’s sumptuous, lavish, regnant perfection. “What’s it like? Having me touch you this way?”
“Eat shit,” I gasp as he adjusts himself, his fingers curving under my jaw. He holds me in a tense grip, his anger hot and evident on his skin. His muscles are taut, slick with sweat. A droplet slides from his inked skin and drops onto my own.
Victor crushes his mouth to mine, holding me just where he wants me, taking my lips the way he’s taking over the rest of me—body and soul. His kiss is savage, almost brutal, bruising my mouth but inciting this near desperate need for more. Our tongues slick together as he tastes me, biting my lower lip just hard enough to make me bleed. Not that it matters, right: blood in, blood out. And we’ve already shared blood, cum. We’re already intertwined.
“I bet I could make you come on command,” he purrs, pulling back slightly, smirking at me in the dark.
I grit my teeth and start to struggle against him, but his grip is complete, his control absolute. If I asked him to stop, would he? I only have to think for a split-second before I have an answer to that question: yes. Victor was serious when he said I was a part of Havoc, a part of the family. He won’t hurt me, not anymore.
A surprise gasp slips past my lips as Vic pulls his hips back slightly and replaces the tip of his cock with his finger, slicking it along the wetness of my core, teasing me. Everything in my body hurts right now. I’m aching with need, like each molecule is fired up and quivering. This isn’t helping.
“Stop teasing me and—”
Victor clamps his hand over my mouth at the same time he pushes a single, inked finger into my pussy. A sigh of relief gets caught in my throat as Vic maintains his iron-clad handhold over my face, hooking his finger inside me and drumming up sensations that I’ve never felt before. I wiggle against him, but I’m seriously trapped here, his hot, heavy body behind me, his hand covering my lips.
“Come for me, Bernadette. That’s an order.” Victor thrusts his finger deep, slicking it against my aching insides. My nipples are so hard now that I’m frantic for a caress of any kind, but Vic’s only touching me as much as he has to. I get nothing extra, even less than I got during our first, fucked-up sexual encounter against the wall. “I want to hear you cry out the way you did when you were sitting on Hael’s cock.”
