Taunt Her: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Rebels at Sterling Prep Book 1)

“Did you find out where he’s going to be?” I whisper to Cole in the kitchen area of the pool house while Conner and Remi are distracted.

“Yeah. Party on the beach.”

“Fantastic,” I mutter, thinking that half the fucking school are going to be there, which means lots of potential witnesses.

The last thing I want to do is drag Cole into my bullshit with his captain, but he saw what I didn’t, and, if it’s possible, he looks even hungrier for Bexley’s blood than I am.

“I’ll text you when we’re good?”

“You got it, bro.”

I nod at him and take the drinks back through that I used as an excuse to get Cole alone in the first place. After handing out the sodas, I drop back down on the couch. Remi immediately puts her feet back in my lap, and I’m powerless but to drop one of my hands to her ankle. What I really want to do is push it higher and up under the skirt I washed and dried for her so she had no excuse to leave after our very enjoyable shower this morning. But that was just the beginning. I need so much more from her today.

The episode they were still both staring at comes to an end, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I might be a patient guy when necessary, but having her long and very bare legs in my lap all this time is pushing my limits.

“You two can fuck off now,” I grunt at my brothers who both look like they’re getting comfortable for the night.

“But…” Conner whines when the next episode starts.

“Now,” I bark, killing the TV with the remote that’s sitting on the coffee table.

“It’s okay, they can stay.” Remi’s soft voice fills the space.

Nice try, Princess, but it’s time I got you alone. And naked.

I turn to her, holding her gaze for a second before dropping it down to my shirt that she’s still wearing in favor of her own skintight Seahawks one. I’m fucking grateful, because that thing had Bexley’s number on the back and he doesn’t deserve to even look at Remi, let alone attempt to claim any kind of ownership of her.

Her nipples pebble behind the fabric, and I’m reminded that there’s nothing beneath my shirt. She squirms, her thighs rubbing together, her foot moving against my growing cock.

“Jesus fucking Christ, we’re going. Just stop doing that when you’ve got company.” Conner’s words barely register as I glare at Remi’s skirt as if its mere presence offends me.

“Don’t break her, Ace. We need someone to deliver the drinks next time we hang.”

“Fuck. Off.”

The second the door shuts behind them, I dive for her. “Fucking hell, Princess. Do you have any idea how badly I need my hands on you right now?”

She shakes her head, a shy, innocent smile playing on her lips.

“Well, let me show you.”

I part her thighs, exposing her lace covered mound, and settle myself between them. Dropping my lips to hers, she makes a point of keeping hers closed for a few seconds in defiance.

I growl. “Hmmm… you know how much I like it when you fight. But you forget something, Princess. I fight dirty.”

My hand dives under my shirt, and I cup her naked breast in my palm. She gasps at the sensation and her lips part for me.

“Wasn’t hard now, was it?” I mutter against her mouth.

Her response is a groan as I pinch her nipple, making her hips roll against me.

Fuck. Revenge shouldn’t feel this fucking good.

I still for a second as the reality of why we’re even here hits me full force. But I lock it down. None of that matters right now. I’ll worry about that later when I step outside of this little bubble we’ve found ourselves in.

Right now, all that matters is hearing her scream my name as I make her lose control.

I kiss along her jaw and down her neck. “You want me to make you come again, Princess?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“How do you want me to do it?”

When she doesn’t respond, I give her some suggestions.

“My fingers?” I pinch her nipple again.

“Yes.”

“My tongue?” I lick up the column of her neck and she trembles.

“Yes.”

“Or my teeth?” I bite down, hard enough to leave a temporary mark. I can’t help it. I need everyone in this fucking town to know who she belongs to.

“God, yes.”

I don’t offer her my cock. Not yet, anyway. Something tells me she’s not ready. The slightly hesitant way she touched me earlier leads me to believe she doesn’t have all that much experience in this area, and unlike fucking Bexley, I don’t take things that aren’t offered to me.

I might ruin them after, but at least I get their permission first.

Pushing the fabric of my shirt up her stomach, she helps me out by lifting from the couch and allowing me to pull it from her head. I stare down at her, and my mouth waters.

“So fucking perfect,” I mutter, running my fingertip over her brand.

Mine.

“Ace,” she begs, thrusting her full breasts towards me.

Reaching behind me, I tug my own shirt off and drop it to the floor. Her eyes immediately drop to my ink. I know she’s curious about the story behind the art, but like fuck am I tainting her with those fucked-up stories.

Dropping my head, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth and then the other. She moans and writhes beneath me, but as much as I might want to take her right here on the couch, I know that anyone could see us right now if they cared to look.

Pulling her into my arms, her legs automatically wrap around my waist and her arms around my neck. She plays with the hair at my nape before leaning forward and dropping light kisses to my neck. Unable to cope with her softness and the things it does inside my chest, I throw her down on the bed. Her eyes fly open as she bounces.

“I already told you, Princess. I don’t do hearts and flowers. I do hard and rough. That okay with you?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good.”

I push my sweats and boxers down my legs in one go, and her eyes drop to my hard length. I’m not sure if she’s aware of it or not, but she licks her lips.

“All in good time, Princess. Let me take care of you first.”

I pull her skirt down her thighs without undoing it, before wrapping my fingers around the edges of her panties and tugging until the fabric rips. “Now when you walk out of here, you’ll be forced to remember what happened between us.”

She bites down on her bottom lip as she watches me stare at her. My cock juts out in front of me, but I ignore it. Although I fully intend on having it seen to the second I’m done with her.

I grab her ankles and she squeals as I pull her to the end of the bed before dropping to my knees before. “Such a pretty pussy.” I run my finger through her folds, smiling when I find her wet and ready for me.

“Ace,” she moans, bucking from the bed.

“You want my mouth, Princess?”

“Yes, yes I need… fuuuuck.”

Leaning forward, I part her and suck on her clit. The second her taste hits me, I realize that I’ve got a problem.

I’m fucking addicted.

Her fingers dive into my hair and she pulls me closer, needing more. I slide two fingers inside her, and with them and my tongue working together, I play her until she screams my name for the entire town to hear.

Fuck, yes.

“Jesus, Ace. I feel like I could sleep for a week,” she mutters as I climb up her limp body. Her eyes follow me but they’re tired and hooded. Exactly as I planned.

“Too tired to repay the favor?”

Her eyes flick to my cock and she once again licks her lips. “I’ve… um… never…”

Her innocence fucking slays me, and I do something I never thought I would when next beside a hot body. “It’s okay.” Wrapping my hand around the back of her neck, I pull her in to kiss me.

She moans as she tastes herself, and my cock weeps, knowing that it’s turning her on.

I wonder how quickly I could get her off again?

I’m just about to put that thought into action when she pushes harshly at my shoulder and forces me to lie back. She throws her leg over my waist before taking charge of the kiss.

Sexy. As. Fuck.

Her heat grinds down on my length. I’m so close to grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her, but I know I can’t. I’ve got to wait.

She shimmies down my body, kissing over my pecs before running her tongue along the indentations of my abs.

“Remi,” I warn. She’s getting dangerously close as she starts to make her way down my V, licking and nipping at me with her teeth. If she doesn’t finish the job, then I can’t be held responsible for my actions.

Her innocent dark eyes look up at me.

Fuck.

All the air rushes out of my lungs at the sight.

So fucking perfect.

“Don’t worry, Ace. I got it covered.”

“O-okay,” I stutter like a fucking idiot when she’s hovering right over me. Her breath tickles my sensitive skin. It’s the ultimate tease.

“Just tell me if it’s—” I cut her off.

“It’ll be perfect,” I grate out, beginning to lose grip on my restraint.

Thankfully, she wraps her hand around my length before staring at it like it’s a fucking popsicle stick.

“Remi. Fuuuuck,” I grunt when she licks the head.

My body tenses as I wait for more. Almost as soon as she pulls back does she get braver and suck the tip of me into her mouth.

Her wet heat is fucking mindblowing, and all I can do is focus on the sensation as she begins bobbing up and down.

I fight to keep my eyes on her, to try to remember what it’s like, because I know the time is coming where this is going to come to an end and all I’ll have is memories.

“Jesus, Princess. So fucking good.”

She smiles around me at the praise and takes a little more of me.

My fingers thread into her hair, but instead of using it to guide her like I usually would, to make her gag on my length like the dirty sluts of my past, I hold gently and allow her whatever she needs.

Fuck, she can have anything she wants if she keeps fucking going.

Long before I’m ready for it to end, tingles erupt in the base of my spine and my balls begin to draw up.

I don’t want to warn her. I want her to drink me down. But I can’t do it to her.

She isn’t them. She’s different and she deserves more.

Hell, she deserves a lot more than me and how I’m going to treat her. But that’s who I am, the motherfucker with no conscience from the Heights.

“Rem, I’m gonna come, baby.”

I tug on her hair a little, giving her an out should she want one, but she doesn’t even flinch.

Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

“Fuuuuuck,” I groan as my orgasm hits me.

And even still, she keeps fucking going.

Once I’ve come down, I pull her up my body and kiss her until I’m once again hard and ready for more.

Fucking hell, will it ever be enough with her?

I lose track of how many times I make her come, but by the time she passes out beside me, I’ve fulfilled my promise of using my fingers, tongue, and teeth. Now all I need is to sink inside her and find out just how tight she is. But I’ll wait until she’s begging me to take her.

After convincing her to stay, Remi texted her Mom earlier and said she was spending another night with Hadley. She wasn’t all that happy about doing it until I reminded her of the benefits of staying with me—none of which she’d be able to have if she were alone in her own bed. She caved pretty fast to my way of thinking after that.

I could have let her go, but I need her here, believing I spent the whole night in bed beside her, because I’ve got some revenge to go and serve.

Thirty minutes after she passes out in my arms, I slip from the bed and silently pull on some dark clothes. After texting Cole, I leave the pool house and meet him at the side door, ready to go.

“What’s the plan then, bro? Beat him black and blue so he misses the first game of the season?”

“We’re not going to lay a hand on that cunt. Not yet, anyway. I’ve got something much more painful to his ego in mind.”

Cole rubs his hands together like the sadistic motherfucker that he is, and a wicked smile curls at my lips.

I fucking love my brother’s twisted mind. It’s the only one that rivals my own.