Chapter Nine

Snow

B lue is growing a pair of balls. I didn't expect her to get back at me by destroying a five-hundred-thousand-dollar car. I'm pushing her buttons because my sweet Blue never had the thirst for revenge.

I'm not going to lie, it makes my dick hard.

If she had shown up to the party and not been at that restaurant, none of us would be in this predicament. I stayed in my room with a huge-ass hard-on because of her. I didn't have any plans of fucking anyone else except her. My plans were to tie her up to my bedpost and fuck her until she begs me to stop, but I'm feeling fucking adventurous right now.

Once I catch her, I'm taking it out on her sweet ass. The thought of catching up to her makes my dick throb in my jeans. I can't wait to see her in tears when I'm done with her. I can't wait to see her beneath me taking my cock into her pussy.

I knew she was pissed that I posted her drawing, but I didn't think she would go to the extent of destroying my stuff. Not only that, but she also put my friends in danger. I don't need to tell them who did it, otherwise they will want to come after her, and I'm not going to allow that shit to happen, especially from Irvin. He's still pissed off that I almost drowned him that day. If they even think about hurting her, I'll kill them off one by one. My loyalty has been to myself and my family—it used to extend to Lyrical too.

I grab my phone from my pocket, watching the dot move on the screen. She's heading east, so I run in that direction. She's never been a fast runner.

Once I reach a tree, I glance over and she tosses dirt in my face. Luckily, it doesn't get into my eyes. I yank her by her hoodie, then remove her green wig and the shades. She tries to kick me in the balls, but she misses, and I grab her by the arm, shoving her down to the ground, pinning her arms above her head.

When I lick the side of her face, she whimpers, trying to school her features.

I use my knee to pull her legs apart, wedging my hard dick between her thighs, resting it on her covered pussy.

"I fucking hate you, Revi," she says through gritted teeth.

I grip her chin, whispering in her ear, "You burned down my car, therefore I'm going to make you pay."

"That's what you get for posting that drawing, asshole. You think I'm going to let you get away with what you did?" She tries to wiggle her way out of my grip, but I hold her wrists so tight I can snap them.

"You destroyed my life, Blue." My tone is harsh.

Tears fall down her cheeks. "Don't you think I don't know that?! Sometimes I hate to look at myself in the mirror because I know what I did to our lives. Bailey shouldn't have died. I should have."

I see the pain in her eyes, and it makes me feel like shit. Even though she made a careless mistake, she shouldn't die either. No one should have died that day.

I glance at the broken girl beneath me.

What if I'm lying to myself? What if she was drugged? I want to believe her, but I can't. I'm going to fuck her. I need to fuck her and punish her for what she did to me. I need to consume every ounce of her until there isn't anything left.

Rage burns beneath my skin like fireworks. Releasing her wrists, I undo her pants, yanking them down, exposing her bare pussy, and the imprint of my hard dick rubs against her clit. She groans.

"S-Snow. We can't. We shouldn't." She places her hand on my chest, keeping her eyes glued to me.

The tension between us is so thick, I can cut it with a knife.

"You like to be own and controlled. You like that I dominate you. You like that I have you at my mercy. Tell me you don't want me to take your pussy."

"Are you going to stop?" she questions.

"No."

She turns her head to the side as tears rush down the sides of her face.

Without a word, I shove my fingers inside of her and she begins to fuck herself on the digits, riding my fingers like a needy woman. The look on her face is one of ecstasy and it makes my balls heavy. The crown of my dick aches, wanting to be sucked. Placing a finger on her clit, I stroke in circles, and she moans my name. Her tears dry up. She digs her nails into my forearms and reaches up, biting the fuck out of my bottom lip as she comes hard. I feel her pussy squeezing my fingers, so I remove them, licking each digit like her taste is my favorite meal.

Leaning down, I whisper in her ear, "My turn."

Her eyes light up with excitement. Sitting up, my knees sink into the soil as I slowly unzip my pants, yanking out my dick.

Her eyes widen. "This is a bad idea."

I don't comment as I shove forward at her entrance, and she takes deep breaths. She's tight as a vise, squeezing the crown of my dick. I expected her to be tight, but I hadn't expected her to be this tight. I would tell her some shit like I'll be gentle, that I'll take my time, but both of us know that is not what she wants and I have never been the gentle type. Even if she did want gentle, I wouldn't be. She needs to understand that sex between us will always be rough.

She pushes against my chest, trying to get up, but I hold her still. She wants this—there is a drawing in her book of me raping her, but she was tied to the headboard. She has a rape fantasy? She got it.

She lets out a scream when I slide farther inside of her. I always envisioned how it would feel with me taking her virginity, but not like this—intense. Where I can't control myself. Not when I'm forcing her to do it.

"It stings," she whines.

I wasn't going to stop even if she told me to. I study her pupils like a map. Her eyes tell me she's enjoying this, even though she doesn't want to admit it.

Pulling out, I slam back inside of her. She's warm, wet, and snug. The perfect fit for my dick. The way I like it. Yanking her hair, she moans, and I thrust into her harder. She squeezes around me, milking my dick as she arches her back.

"That's it. Take this dick like a good girl."

I slam into her harder as she calls my name, fucking her as she wraps her legs around my body.

She looks beautiful.

Now that I have taken her virginity, I own her, and no man is getting close to what's mine.

"Say you belong to me."

She snaps her mouth shut, biting her bottom lip to try to keep from screaming.

"Say you belong to me," I repeat again, thrusting hard.

She glares at me. "I'll never belong to you."

I yank up her hoodie, then her shirt, placing my mouth on her nipples, sucking hard.

"S-Snow." My name sounds smooth as whiskey on her lips.

The crown of my dick tingles, and I feel my balls tighten as my orgasm travels up my spine. I come inside of her.

I pull out, light streaks of blood coating my dick. I tuck myself back into my pants as she gets up, yanking up her pants over her hips.

"I'm not on birth control; you shouldn't have come inside of me," she murmurs.

"It's my pussy, I'll come in it if I want to," I snap.

"I'll never be yours, and you'll never get to touch me again."

I grab her by the hair. "You will always be mine, and one day, you're going to say it."

"Fuck you," she spits.

"You did. And you loved it."

She walks in the direction of her apartment with me following behind her. Her face is burning red, but she tries her damnedest to ignore my presence. Crickets hum in the background as the moon peeks between the leafy trees. I feel the tension radiating between us.

"You don't have to walk me home. I can walk myself."

"No, you can't. I'm sick of you roaming the woods out here by yourself."

She stops to look up at the tall trees, shaking her head. "You're the one who has been following me around campus."

I have to keep an eye out on her to keep her safe. No other men are allowed to speak to her, especially now after my dick has had a taste of her. Old feelings I had of her are resurfacing and I don't like it. It pisses me the fuck off that she has this hold on me.

Once we arrive at her apartment, she slams the door in my face, but I open it, walking behind her to her room.

She removes her hoodie, and shirt, the one I gave her to keep, then she removes her pants.

I glance at the faint scars on her arms. How did she get those? Has she been cutting herself again? I thought she broke the habit. If I ask, she'll lie and try to hide it, but once I get a chance, I'll go through her cabinet to look for razors.

She disappears into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, so I go to her painting area and steal all of her brushes and paint oil, tucking them in my pocket. Little does she know, she's moving in with me after the engagement ball, and if she fights me on it, I'll just kidnap her. Lyrical needs to understand that she doesn't have a say in her life anymore.

I hear the shower running and debate if I should join her, but she needs her space, so I lie in her bed, scrolling through Instagram. Savannah tags me in her post of two love birds sitting on a branch, so I untag myself. I wish she would get the hint that I don't want her. After the night Lyrical sucked my dick, I told Savannah I didn't want to be with her but she keeps trying to push herself onto me.

Once Lyrical is done showering, she walks out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body.

"I hate you," she whispers. "I hate everything about you. You're destroying my life. First, you humiliate me, then you fuck me like you want me."

I stand there, not knowing what to say. Her words hit me in the chest, and I shouldn't care about her. I don't like the pain I caused on her face.

"I hate that I enjoyed it. The way you control me. I hate that you gave me my fantasy, but you do things to keep hurting me!"

She screams at the top of her lungs, fresh tears falling down her face. Without thinking, I remove the cotton towel and stare at her naked body. I shove her to the bed, spreading her wide, getting a good look at her pussy. I place my mouth on her clit, tasting her again. She's addictive, like a drug that I can't quit. Her legs shake after several moments and I lick up her wetness after she comes. I ignore the way my dick throbs in my pants and the urge to release my cum all over her.

What can I say? I'm not giving her what she wants for her benefit. I'm doing it for me. To make myself happy.

Someone knocks on the door as I toss the blanket over Blue's body, and I sit next to her. Her friend with the lavender hair pops her head in. She sees Blue sit up, resting her head on my chest, and her eyebrows climb up her forehead. The one Irvin got his eyes set on. The one I threatened to hurt if he tries to get revenge on me for almost drowning him. My eyes go down to her hand to see she's holding a pocketknife.

Does she believe she can protect Lyrical from me? No one can protect her from me, except me. She takes in Lyrical's tear-stricken face and the way I cling to her.

"Are you okay, Lyrical?"

I whisper in her ear, "Tell her you're okay. Get rid of her."

She nods, wiping her face with the back of her hand. Her apple bodywash lingers in the air, causing my dick to stir in my pants. "Yes, I'm having an emotional breakdown."

Her eyes widen, and she flashes me her pocketknife. "You're not going to hurt Lyrical."

I don't like the urge I have to take care of the woman I used to love.

"Not more than I already have," I say.

The girl, Lilac, looks timid, like she wouldn't hurt a fly, so why would someone like her be interested in Irvin? Irvin did mention that she shares a similar kink to Lyrical. I don't know the depths of their relationship, but I know they are fucking.

Getting up from the bed, I stroll up to Lilac, grab her by the arm, and usher her to the hallway, slamming the door in her face.

I make my way back to the bed and Lyrical rolls to her side, facing me. I glance at her and I miss everything about my best friend before the accident. I feel like I not only lost my sister, but I lost my best friend. She opens her eyes, pushing me away, and I see the fear lingering in her pupils. She curls up into a ball and cries. I've never seen her drowning in her sorrows like this.

I stand there, shoving my hands in my pockets, staring at her. Those tears are meant for me, and not in the way I like. For the first time, I don't feel right putting them there, so I leave without a word.