Tiny Dark Deeds: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Court Legacy Book 3)

Dorian

I found her on the rooftop, hunkered down in the spot where the boys and I smoked weed. She’d found our stash because the floorboards inside her room had been lifted when I’d entered. The guys and me always kept it in that room because no one used it. It was the smallest.

The window open to that room, that was how I found her after speaking to LJ. Sloane had her legs up, a cloud of smoke around her. Her cheeks hallowed when she took a drag, all bundled up in her coat. She noticed me climbing out the window to her and passed me the joint when I sat beside her.

I tasted her cherry lip balm, heaven, before passing it back to her. Some of the best moments between us were when we were doing shit like this. Just relaxing and being with each other. She knew I wasn’t great at talking, and she let me be that way.

She was patient with me.

“I was scared.”

Her lashes flashed in my direction, her lips in a full pout. I’d never seen her so beautiful than with a winter flush on her cheeks. Her eyebrows narrowed. “Scared?”

I nodded, getting closer to her. She didn’t move away so that was a good sign. “I thought I’d fucked things up so bad that you didn’t trust me. That you didn’t believe I could take care of you, which was why you went to the parents first and not me.”

I thought the words would cut more coming out of me, but speaking to LJ had helped, my fears before me.

A sadness touched Sloane’s eyes I didn’t expect. She flicked the joint butt off the roof, then raised her legs. She hugged them. “I didn’t want your grandfather to use me against anyone and especially you. I wanted to leave so he couldn’t, but I didn’t even do that right.” Rubbing her arms, she looked at me. “You weren’t supposed to find me, but when I saw you…”

Her head lowered, and I stayed silent. I was going to listen to her, truly listen. I hadn’t been great at that in the past, but I was going to try today. I’d try for her.

“Dorian, no one makes me feel so safe.” She gripped her arms, and my breath touched the air. She cringed. “And I couldn’t leave you. I should have, and I know it was selfish, but when I’m with you, I can’t help it. It feels so good. It always feels so good.”

Her gaze took the sky, her head shaking, and I got closer to her.

“I was stupid,” she admitted, her swallow hard. “I just hurt you and made you feel like I didn’t trust you, but I do. I trust you with everything.”

I trusted her with everything too and made her look at me. I scanned her eyes. “You feel safe with me?”

That almost felt more valuable than her trust, her words like a fucking security blanket. I wasn’t a monster or even her dark prince.

I was her safety.

I touched my forehead to hers, waiting for the words like my next breath.

She slid her arms around me, tears blinking down from her eyes when she pressed her face into my neck. She gasped. “You’re home, Dorian Prinze. You’re my home, and I love you. You make me feel safe. So safe, and I’ve never felt that way before. I’ve never felt this…”

She gripped my coat in her hands, and I brought her into my lap. She was shaking so fucking bad, and I guided her to look up at me. I’d never felt like this before either, like I couldn’t fucking breathe anytime she was in the room, or the sheer agony it felt to ever be under her disappointed gaze. She made me want to be better, stronger for her. I used to feel like emotions were weak.

But with her, it only turned a dark world into light.

I sealed our lips, the kiss salty with her tears. I didn’t know if she was crying because she was happy, or just emotional, but whatever the case I wouldn’t make her feel like she was weak because of them. Emotions weren’t weak, and those who showed them displayed their power. They allowed for vulnerability and allowed me to see her strength.

I carried her inside, too cold for the both of us out here. I stripped her coat off, then mine, our shoes too, before I hovered above her on the bed.

“Make love to me,” she gasped, taking my hand and sliding it over her heat. I gripped her through her leggings, and her head touched the bedding. “Please.”

She didn’t know what she was asking, my nose touching hers. We’d been together many times, but most had been about taking control for me, expressing power, dominance. I scanned her eyes. “I don’t know if I’m good at that.”

I wasn’t good at being gentle, tender. Even when she’d asked me to make love to her before, it hadn’t been like that.

She touched my face. “That is what you’re good at,” she stated, kissing my mouth open, and I growled. I brought her arms up, and her hips rose to meet mine. “Loving me? You’re so good at it. Great at.”

I kissed her, hard, and my eyes itched, her moans in my mouth, her gasps beneath me. If loving her was what she needed, I would.

I couldn’t do anything else.

“I fucking love you,” I gritted, pinching her lower lips. She sighed, and I caught her bottom lip between my teeth. “And I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

I was going to take care of her because she was my home, my light in the storm.

My calm in the chaos.

Our tongues dueled, her shirt up, her tit under my palm. I squeezed, and when she growled, I sucked her hard through the lace.

“Dorian, oh my fucking God.” She reached for the bed posts, her hips rocking, her sex hungry. I could smell her, and I didn’t even have her pants off. She looped her legs around me, but I forced them off, then up. I had her hips above me when I worked her leggings down.

I took her panties with them, tossing them off before guiding her pussy up to my mouth.

Fucking heaven, my dick kicking against my boxers, Sloane’s thighs squeezing my face. She was trying to suffocate me, but I’d die a happy fucking man.

“Please. Please,” she begged, touching herself, her breast in her hand. The other hand gripped the shit out of my hair, and there was no sexier sight than watching her wriggle, her shirt above her breasts, her body flush and her mouth open. No one could make her feel this way but me.

I blew heat over her sex, not letting her forget that. I unstrapped her bra while I tasted her, my tongue flicking, greedy. “Touch yourself, baby.”

I replaced my tongue with her fingers, licking around both of them and her clit. Her sticky heat weaved around her fingers and across my tongue.

“Dorian, I’m going to come.” She said this, but she didn’t pull her pussy away, her body midair and grinding against my face. I pinched her nipple, and the sound that escaped her lips bordered on painful. She shoved at my shoulders. “No.”

“Yes.” I let her rock, nose deep in her scent, her heat. I let go of her nipple to hold her to my mouth. I had no problem with her coming on my face, and she did, beautifully.

Her body quivered, her juices flooding into my mouth. I sucked them up and was greedy as shit about it. 

“Dorian,” she gasped out my name, still midair. Her hair was down, and she wriggled like a mermaid in the sheets, a sea of ebony locks around her, perfect, gorgeous.

After she came, I brought her up to me by her hair and didn’t stop kissing her until she tasted how good she was, until she experienced what it was to be with her. She said I made her feel safe, but she had no idea what she did to me. She wasn’t just safety for me, and she wasn’t just home. She made me feel human.

She made me feel alive.

I kissed her hard into the sheets, pinning her until her hips once again started moving against mine. I tugged my shirt off, skin on skin, flesh on flesh.

“Get naked with me.” She forced my pants down, the hottest fucking thing when she said that to me. It didn’t just feel like that in the physical sense. At least to me. I felt so exposed with her and let her tug my jeans and boxers down. I sprang to the first section of my abs, and I let her use her hips to take me to my back. She grinned. “That’s better.”

Squeezing her thighs, I brought her hips down to meet mine, making us both call out, and all I did was rub her against me. “Fuck.”

A veil of her hair surrounded us, our kisses heated, our bodies wet with sweat. I hugged her so close I borderline suffocated us both.

“Dorian…” Soft kisses on my lips, tender, sweet. She was more delicate than I could ever be.

Perhaps that was why we worked.

I wrapped her hair in my fist, making her look at me when I eased myself inside her. Her mouth parted, but when she worked her thick hips, I was the one who couldn’t keep my eyes open.

“Little fighter.” My hand covered her back, her shoulder between my teeth. My hips hit just as hard as hers. If anything, hers drove harder, faster. If she was trying to prove something, she was winning, but I didn’t care about the loss. I’d stop winning in this game between us long ago.

And thank God I had.

I came with her above me, a goddess in the night. I milked her heat, in and out until she came too. She was always so good at that, fucking gorgeous. I barely waited for her to finish before I had her under me, kissing her again. I held her to me and didn’t allow an inch of separation.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” The words fell out of my mouth, and I felt childish as shit for saying them. I mean, what the fuck was a girlfriend and boyfriend anyway? Whatever we had was much more than that. We’d been through much more than that.

But even still, I saw what the sentiment did to Sloane, her face lit up, her hands in my hair. She drew her fingers through it, and I felt that shit through every fucking follicle.

“I thought I already was,” she said, laughing a little, and I grinned. I pinched her lips between mine, and she didn’t fight me.

Nor when I did what I did next.

I’d heard of guys on the Court giving their girls their rings and thought that shit was basic. I just didn’t know what the fuck that meant, but as soon as I took mine off and put it on Sloane’s thumb it made sense. It was like she had a part of me, a part I gave to her and wanted her to have. I was hers just as much as she was mine.

Our fingers threaded together, the ring perfect on her. I kissed her thumb while she kissed me, all of this so fucking surreal. I was starting to forget what life was before her. At least, the bad parts. She’d replaced them somehow.

She’d healed them.