Page 98 of Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 1)
A rogue whimper escapes me as Vic inserts another finger, sliding the two of them in and out, nice and slow. It’s pure goddamn torture, and he knows it. His chuckle is dark and angry, rife with frustration. No part of him actually thinks this is fun. To Vic, this is a necessity. He slips a third finger in, amplifying the pleasure coursing through me, and then releases his hold on my mouth.
“Ready?” he asks, and then he drops his second hand to my clit, using the natural lube from my body to make it nice and slippery. He works the hardened nub with his thumb in slow but firm circles. I want to resist him, put up some sort of fight, but it feels too good. I find myself falling, collapsing, shattering to pieces. “Let me hear that climax, baby.”
Vic flicks his thumb in just such a way that I fall over the edge, shuddering as the orgasm unfurls inside of me like a whip. A sound tears from my throat that I can’t stop, that I’m sure the whole house can hear.
It hits me hard and fast, leaving me a boneless, shaking, sweating mess.
“Good.” Victor slaps me on the ass and then grabs my hair again, yanking me back toward him. “I told you that you’d mewl beneath me.” Before I even get the chance to recover, he’s removing his fingers and replacing them with the tip of his cock. With one hand locked on my hip, he drives into me with a fierce growl, hitting the end of me and drawing sounds from my throat I wasn’t even sure I could make.
Vic thrusts deep, filling me up completely. My body stretches to accommodate his, but luckily, I’m all warmed-up. If I weren’t, his balls-deep thrusts might hurt. He’s just too goddamn big for his own good.
A gasp escapes my lips as my hands curl in the sheets, my body rocking forward with each violent thrust. Pleasure courses through me in an unstoppable storm, this torrent of fiery heat that makes me grit my teeth against a scream. I don't want Vic to know how much I'm loving this, how good it feels to have his body inside of mine. It's like he's claiming me with each pump of his hips and yet, I don't hate it.
I … I love it.
Vic pulls on my hair again, forcing me to push up to my hands. My breasts sway with the motion as he pounds into me, the only sound in the room that of our bodies joining together over and over and over again.
He isn't nice. No, he's rough, wild, forceful. But there's something to it that I find appealing, like I've finally managed to catch Victor Channing with his pants down—both metaphorically and literally. His numbness and his shadows have been stripped away and there's nothing left but emotion. Anger, maybe. Jealousy. Even hate.
But it’s all better than being fucking numb.
He groans, this deep, dark sound that's frenzied with need, and I swear, I can hear him coming undone. Victor pounds faster, fucks me deeper, and then comes violently, grabbing my hip in tight fingers and yanking my hair so hard that I cry out. With a few last, wild thrusts he finishes and pulls out, cursing as he tears the condom off and chucks it in the trash.
Vic rakes his fingers through his hair as I turn over to look at him, and then his gaze falls down to mine, stealing my breath away. I can still barely see him, but with the moonlight showcasing the hard, strong lines of his face, I can tell we're nowhere near done in here.
“I'm a Havoc Girl,” I gasp out, because that's what he asked of me. That was the price. But it feels like now, in his shadowed gaze, he's asking me for so much more.
“You're my fucking girl,” he says, climbing on the bed as I scoot back until my back is pressed into the mountain of pillows next to the headboard. There's the lingering scent of Hael's coconut oil mixed with the skunk-y smell of weed, but … when I really inhale, all I smell all over this bed is Vic's musk and amber scent.
“This is your bed when you're here?” I ask, but he's not letting me get away that easily, climbing over me, his knees on either side of my thighs, his hands on either side of my chest, palms pressed into the mattress. Our faces are now only a hair's-breadth apart.
“Bernadette,” Vic says, his warm breath tracing over my lips. My scalp is sore, and I can already tell I'm going to be bruised in the morning. “You go out of your way to piss me off, don't you?”
“I didn't fuck Hael to piss you off,” I say, holding his stare, my heart thundering like crazy in my chest. But then I hesitate. “When you have nothing else, you realize the one currency you can carry is truth.” “Not this time,” I correct. “And not in the principal’s office. Only … the first time.”
