Chapter 28 #2
“I’m stronger, and you love that, don’t you?
” he asks, taunting me with that hot, filthy mouth near my ear.
“Much as you want to pretend, you get off on the power imbalance between us. Admit it and I’ll fuck you how you want.
Force myself on you. Prove that if I wanted to, I could have you any which way. ”
That annoys me, so I twist my body, trying to loosen his grip by surprising him. My boot goes straight back, aiming for his knee at the same time. My goal is to kick Widow, destabilize him, and throw him off balance.
It’s like trying to shake off Bohnes’ killdozer. Widow is built and strong and wild. He shows me exactly how impressive that grip strength is, forcing one of his legs between my own and avoiding the kick like he knew it was coming.
“Is this it?” he asks, enjoying my unfeigned irritation. “You were asking for this, weren’t you?”
“I wanted a little more fun and a little less lip.” I’m scowling now as Widow locks me down, bringing every last twitch of mine under control.
My fingers burn in want of my knife, but I can’t dislodge him.
I’ve allowed Adrian to put me into a position that’s nearly impossible to escape from.
Because I trust him. Because I let him get close.
Just like with Ash on the track, it takes an act of God to beat me.
This is as close to holy as I come right here, in the dark and dirty place that made us. In the dim shadows of Prescott High with a gloomy past and a future so bright it burns away the rot. I wanted to bring Lemon here with me. Instead, I got Widow. I got Bohnes. I got Alexei. I got Ash.
“You’re my wife, just like I said you would be.
” Widow takes both of my wrists in one of his hands.
I try to escape then, too, but he catches me and slams my hands against the metal, jarring the bones in my arms. Reminds me of our very first scuffle, fighting with knives in the girls’ bathroom.
“You’re going to have my baby, just like I said you would.
You love me, just like I knew you would. ”
“Yeah? And you fucked me just like I wanted you to. You’re here tonight, doing exactly what I want you to do.
Living with three other guys because I said so.
” I’m shocked when he doesn’t respond, when all he does is shove my unfasted overalls over my ass, baring my cheeks to the wet front of his jeans.
Dirty denim is ground against my even filthier pussy.
“You’re my woman, Scarlett.” Widow’s words are both hot and cold at the same time. He means what he’s saying. I know he does. He wants me as badly as I want him. It’s so perfect, that tense, reciprocal want that drags the pair of us together like magnets. It’s also annoying.
I can feel his hand between us, pushing his own pants aside. Fisting his massive cock before placing the tip against my opening.
“You’re my man—” My words are cut off by Widow clapping a hand over my mouth and thrusting at the same time, shoving all the way balls-deep until I’m on my toes and my eyes are rolling back in my head. The music from downstairs thumps through the floor and into our joined bodies.
“No. Be quiet. You wanted to play a game of chase and catch? Well, I caught you. Not only that but you begged me for this.” Adrian kisses the side of my neck, the smell of dark forest and ripe plums and fresh sweat settling over me.
I love the way he smells. It’s an aphrodisiac, that scent of his.
“You were looking for someone to reach for you with the same intensity, dedication, and vulnerability that you carry around. Most people aren’t worthy of your loyalty, Scarlett.
I’ll spend every second of my life making damn sure that I am. ”
Widow rolls his hips against me, not thrusting, just grinding. Rubbing us together. He kisses my throat with reverence, his body as tense as mine in an effort to keep me still. I’m struggling against him and loving the lack of give, the sure solidity of his presence at my back.
He grunts when I manage to swing my heel backward wildly and hit something.
Widow crowds in closer, using his legs and his pelvis and his arms to keep me trapped here.
It’s hard for him to draw his cock out with me fighting him the way I am, but he makes sure to give us both some friction by contracting his ab muscles, gyrating his hips.
It’s maddening. Absolutely fucking maddening.
I try to bite him and manage to latch onto the soft skin of his palm, making him curse.
He never stops screwing me into the lockers, not even as I bite harder and taste the iron of his blood as it floods into my mouth. This is the blood that saved Kellin.
I moan against Widow’s palm, impressed by his strength even as I’m frustrated by it.
Impressed by his ability to turn this situation around in such a way that my boundaries are being pushed.
Impressed by the self-control it took for him to swallow his pride to settle into a lifestyle he never asked for.
“Whenever I want you, I’m just going to take you.
Against the wall. Over the breakfast table.
In the backseat of a car.” Widow slaps my ass and squeezes the cheek in his hand, firm and possessive.
“I’ll consider it a favor to you, giving you a chance to relax and all.
Bohnes dominates you and gets away with it under that excuse, doesn’t he? How perfect.”
Widow releases my hands, dragging my hips back and clenching me hard to him.
He slides out and shoves back into me before I can get away, throwing his pelvis so hard into mine that my knees go weak.
I grab onto the handle of the locker and accidentally open it.
The door swings wide and nearly hits me in the face.
I’m surprised it’s unlocked (and that nothing inside was stolen).
The sex never stops. I’m fucked into the shelves, grabbing at the metal and knocking textbooks loose. Ah. So that’s why nothing was stolen. Nobody at Prescott High would steal something as worthless and banal as a book.
“Adrian—” I can just barely get his name out before he grunts and spasms against me, the force of his orgasm knocking me halfway into the locker. I’m panting and tasting blood as Widow drags himself away from me, leaving me on shaky legs and without a climax of my own.
I use the metal shelves inside the locker to pull myself up, turning around and yanking at my pants as I do.
Widow is already gone. He’s gone. He’s running.
“Where the fuck are you going, Lawless?!” I yell, jerking my overalls up and drawing my knife at the same time.
Lord help this man if I catch him.
Then—a flash at the corner of my eye. Ash. I spot him, slinking around a corner.
I wet my lips, looking down the hallway in the direction Widow just went and then over to the staircase where Ash just descended. Adrian won’t be able to stay away from me for long. He’ll come back.
But me? I have prey to hunt.
Using the shadowy parts of the hall, the inky blotches away from Kellin’s Christmas lights, I slink down the steps and onto the first floor near the water fountain and the girls’ locker room.
There’s a bathroom over here too, one with a glory hole in the wall.
A trash can covers it most of the time, but any enterprising Prescott student knows it’s there.
Girl in the third furthest stall. Guy outside.
The hole connects the hallway to the bathroom, and it’s absolutely covered in graffiti, stickers, and filth.
Alexei appears at the opposite end of the hallway, holding up a finger to shh me.
Seems like he’s the only person besides Ash who understood the assignment.
He’s found the right spot for our quarry.
I must be a terrible huntress because inspiration has struck me like a plague. I’m burning with the fever.
I walk right up to Alexei and then turn, grabbing the trash can and giving him a heart attack.
“What on earth are you doing?” he breathes, aghast as he takes a step away from me, watching in horror as I use the flashlight on my phone to show him the glory hole.
“Do you know what this is?” I ask, a wickedness sweeping over me that I can’t contain. “Do you know what something like this is used for?”
Alexei is pale in the light from my phone. He’s bathed on one side by the red glow of the vending machine, the only one that works. Not much in there because it gets stolen pretty frequently.
“Scarlett, I’ve shared you with another man. I’ve fucked another man’s blood into you. But this?” He points at the hole, panting and outraged and glorious. “Absolutely not.”
“Oh? Then I guess you don’t want your dick sucked right now.” I dart away from him and into the bathroom, throwing the door shut and locking it. Grinning, I find my way into the right stall, the one that’s perpetually out-of-order because it no longer has a toilet in it.
“Alexei,” I whisper-shout through the hole, listening in to see what he’ll do.
Abandon me and continue hunting Ash? Give in like the nasty perv he is and stick his cock through the hole in the wall?
I’m on my knees on the old dusty pink tile, using my phone flashlight to illuminate a small circle of hallway outside.
There’s nobody there.
I jump at the sound of a crash at the door. There’s a rush of air and a sound, like the door’s just opened and slammed into the wall. What the fuck?
Alexei shoves open stall door after stall door until he gets to mine. There’s no lock on this one, so…it swings right in and there he is. I turn my flashlight on him, highlighting the elegant lines of rage in the dirty bathroom.
“My reaction to you locking a door and keeping us apart is much the same as yours would’ve been.
” Alexei eyes the shadows behind me, like he can see the glory hole through the blinding light of my phone.
I turn the flashlight off, choking on a breath as he very quickly finds me at the end of the stall, stepping forward until my back is pressed to the wall.