10
Lust and anger war for my attention as I lay on the annoyingly comfortable sectional waiting for Boo to leave. Like everything else, it’s a darker shade of grey, complimenting the white and black throw blankets tossed over the chaise and the back of the couch. The spotless glass coffee table and giant flat screen TV mock me as I try to distract myself, but not even the family photos strewn across the walls seem worthy of my time right now.
It’s all too pretty, too neat.
Not nearly enough chaos.
I can’t do anything about the anger on my own, not unless I suddenly become very good at committing untraceable murder. But the lust? That I can do something about.
I haven’t seen Hayes since he ditched me at dinner. The coward stayed in his room, refusing to face me, not talking to my brother. He just hid.
Good thing I know exactly where to find him.
Once Boo is safely out of the driveway, I strip down to light pink panties and pause for a moment outside of the only room I haven’t been in yet. It was locked the last time I tried to get in, which tells me it has to be Hayes’ bedroom.
I saw the way he looked at me earlier. I felt how badly he wanted this. All I have to do is go take it.
Sucking in a breath, I rub my nipples quickly until they’re fully peaked then let myself in. It looks almost identical to the guest room but the bed is bigger, has no headboard, and there’s a computer over in the corner just barely illuminating the space. There’s also an extra door that I assume is a second bathroom.
The man definitely knows luxury.
Scowling, I draw my eyes away from the soft carpet I’m standing on and find Hayes sitting up straight, fully clothed and looking almost murderous.
That’s okay. I’m not here to fight — at least not in the traditional sense .
“You ran out on me,” I accuse, climbing up onto his bed and straddling his lap. “We weren’t done with my first lesson.”
“Samara,” he growls, reaching around me like he’s about to throw me off again, but his pupils blow in spite of it. “What are you doing? Is Boo gone?”
Embarrassment creeps up my spine. Virgin bitch. Why would I pick you? You’re so flat a priest would fuck you.
Tristan. Nate. Hayes. They’ve all made it crystal clear I’m not desirable, so what the hell am I doing trying to seduce Cape Frost’s most eligible bachelor?
He’s going to deny me.
“He’s gone until sunrise,” I start. “You don’t have to want me. You don’t have to pretend like you enjoy it, either. Just please teach me. I’ve never begged for anything in my life, but I’m begging for this. Please help me get out of here.”
Hayes flips me onto my back and pulls away until he’s kneeling over me and staring down. His eyes rake my frame hungrily as his bottom lip disappears between his teeth, and when he starts to shake his head no, I reach out and palm him. It’s perfectly clear the moment he caves. “You want to see my cock? Pull me out.”
I’m hanging on by a thread here. One wrong move and he’ll shut down for good.
Fingers trembling, I lean up just enough to untie the drawstring on his sweats and shimmy them down, but no amount of pornography could’ve prepared me for what I wrap my hand around. He’s thick enough my fingers barely touch, and long enough to be intimidating.
But what really fucks me up and makes my breath catch is the piercing just under the head of his cock, on the little pinch of skin.
I should’ve known that with an attitude like his, he’d have the cock to back it up.
The side of his mouth tilts up at whatever my expression is doing. “You look nervous.”
Of course I’m nervous. I’ve never seen one in person and I’m supposed to learn on an anaconda? Isn’t there one with training wheels or something?
“Who, me? I’m not nervous. I’m annoyed, there’s a difference.”
“Annoyed?” His dick jumps in my fist. “You’re always annoyed.” His thumb finds my clit through my panties before I can respond, making me twitch.
I can do this.
“And you’re always an ass. We’re even,” I counter, squeezing his cock lightly and stroking experimentally. Maybe if I keep him talking, he won’t realize how bad I am at this. “Is this fun for you? Touching me?”
He nods. “I like watching you squirm. Never hide it.”
Is that advice for the future? Or does he mean with him?
Maybe both.
Twisting my hand just a little, I brush my thumb over the ball of his piercing and let my head fall back. I want to focus on him, I do, but I’m so fucking close.
His breathing grows ragged as he continues to play with my clit, and then he catches me completely by surprise when he stops. Roughly, he moves my hand away from his cock and then ghosts it along my clit through the fabric. “Play with your nipples.”
He spits down onto his cock and then slips it underneath the fabric, his warm skin making my jaw drop as the piercing rubs against me.
Holy shit.
I nearly forget what he told me to do, but one sharp look from him has me cupping my breasts and pinching the peaks between my fingers. I never did a lot of this on my own, but if it gets him to keep going...
“Good girl,” he coos, slowly running the head along my swollen, desperate clit. “How’s that feel?”
Like I’m gonna come whether he wants me to or not.
“Good,” I gasp out, chasing it. “I’m...”
“Listen to it.” His voice deepens, hips rolling faster, and there’s a second where I think he might slip inside me. “So soaked, Hurricane. Come for me.”
For him. For Hayes. For that nickname, for all the times he bullied me, for all the times he made me crazy. This time, for once, he’s giving me something good.
Craving a little more friction, I drop one of my hands to his cock and press down, catching that piercing on my clit just right. The heat in my stomach pools and explodes, making me shake, making me whimper. But I’m terrified he’ll stop.
Stupidly, I lift up and try to slide his cock inside me, but it doesn’t fit. Or I miss, one of the two. It glances off my skin and slips out of my panties.
Grunting, he moves to get back under them, pressing down hard so his crown perfectly massages my pussy with every movement. I just can’t figure out why he’d rather fuck the fabric than me when I’m offering.
I’m just about to try again when his left hand flies up to slap my breast and my brain short-circuits. I cry out in pain, but also something else. The way the sensation went straight to my cunt tells me two things: Hayes Sarro knows exactly what he’s doing, and I do, in fact, like it fucking rough.
The wetter I get, the better it feels, so I sit up just enough to spit on the top of my panties.
“Hell yeah. Should have known you’d be a perfect little cock slut.” He grips my throat. “Fucking take it.” His eyes flutter closed a second before I feel him throb, and then the warmth of his cum oozes all over me. It’s so much that it covers my pussy, leaks out from under the fabric and drips onto my thigh.
Fuck, it’s definitely hot, and somehow smoother than I expected it to be.
I’m too lost to care how I look or what he thinks when I swipe my fingers through it to taste it. It’s unlike anything I’ve had on my tongue; bitter and somehow sweet, mixing with the salt on my hand. I already wonder how much better it would be straight from the source .
“Look at that,” I tease gently. “The immaculately clean and organized Hayes Sarro made a mess.”
“Didn’t know it’d be so much,” he admits, a beautiful flush to his cheeks as he runs his cock through the cum. “Next lesson I’ll let you swallow it.”
Next lesson.
Letting out a relieved sigh, I take a moment to admire him as he is right now. Blushing, beading with sweat, looking almost sheepish. I barely recognize the man who made my life a living hell. The man who told me I’m not welcome here.
Maybe I’m a little more welcome now.
“So when will that be?” I ask, trying not to sound too desperate. The clock constantly ticking in my mind needs to shut up. “I’m guessing not while Boo’s here.”
“Eager, hmm?” He slaps his cock down, playing in his own mess. “Course not when Boo’s here. He can’t know.”
My thigh twitches as I try to stay focused. “So weeknights from sun down to sun up, you’ll teach me? What happens all the other times?”
“Same thing that’s been happening, I guess. I can’t kiss you or touch you or he’ll catch on, so... yeah. What do you want to happen all the other times?”
That’s a loaded question. I don’t want to waste the few short weeks I have to pull this off, so stopping every day and most weekends seems stupid. Not to mention it’s going to be harder than hell to put up with his cold shoulder then magically transform into a good girl when the sun goes down. But he’s right, Boo isn’t stupid. And while it would’ve been worth telling him and forcing him to get on board if this were a real relationship, it’s not.
It’s a means to an end, albeit a hot one.
“Nothing,” I say finally. “I understand.”
“Alright.” Hayes moves off the bed and disappears into his bathroom, then surprises the fuck out of me when he walks over with a wet washcloth to wipe me down.
It’s warm to the touch, soothing in a way I didn’t expect. “Are you always like this?”
Deep brown eyes meet mine as he freezes, caught off guard by the question, but he blinks and continues what he’s doing a second later. “Always? No.”
I can’t help but wonder what the variable is. Was I simply good enough to deserve it, or is he afraid if he mistreats me, I’ll run and tell my brother ?
If that’s the case, the joke’s on him. I have no baseline to judge him off of. “He won’t be home for hours, but I can take a shower and go to bed now if you’re done with me for the night. I... appreciate what you’re doing for me.”
Jesus, that was surprisingly hard to say.
Frowning, he nods his head without meeting my gaze and then gets off the bed. “Yeah, of course. I’m not always a dick, believe it or not.”
“I know. I’ve seen you be nice to plenty of people, just not me. I used to drive myself crazy wondering what was wrong with me and why I only brought out the worst parts of you, but that’s kind of just who I am, isn’t it?” I ask with a soft, humorless laugh. My legs don’t quite want to work as I stand, feeling more exposed than ever. “The cursed girl.”
“Cursed?” His rough hand grips mine before I can turn away. “Is that what you think?”
“It’s what everyone says. They started calling me that when I was just a little girl. Weird shit happened when I was around, like lights flickering and things breaking. Our class pet died on my desk. Then my parents were killed, the company I worked for in high school went bankrupt, the only guy to ever openly have a crush on me broke his spine and now my house burned down.” When I lay it all out like that, it’s hard not to think the universe has something against me. “So... cursed girl.”
“Don’t let any of that decide who you are, Hurricane.”
Funny he says that when he nicknamed me something synonymous with death, destruction and dread.
Shrugging, I slowly slip my fingers out of his hand. “It’s been that way for so long, it’s just easier to roll with it than fight it. It doesn’t bother me anymore.”
“Good. It shouldn’t.” He lets my finger slide out of his before he turns away, giving me my cue to leave him the hell alone for the night.
Despite the sour turn of conversation, I learned things. And I got a commitment from him to teach me more. One way or the other, I’m going to get what I want — and I’m going to get out.
Maybe I’ll be lucky enough to leave that curse behind.