Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,69
own fingers deep inside of me and using his thumb to stroke my clit.
“Wait,” I start, because I feel too exposed right now, too vulnerable. That numbness is fading away, and I'm feeling too much, too quick.
“Wait?” Vic asks, flicking his thumb against me and making me cry out. “What are we waiting for, exactly?” His voice is deep, low and edged with a crack that I want to reach out and push on, just to see if he'll break. “It's just an orgasm. Tell me you've had an orgasm before?”
“I—” I start, but then Vic is moving his hand again, manipulating me like a puppet. “Of course I have.”
“Good. Then I don't have to kick Aaron's ass.” Vic presses his hot mouth to mine finally, tackling that pesky space between us, stirring up an entire universe of emotions in me. My body finally loses the fight against itself, and I shudder with a climax, pleasure cascading over me and destroying what little self-control I have left.
Victor pulls back slightly, one arm still around my waist, his mouth just a fraction of an inch from mine. The way he smiles at me stirs up motes of anger in the dusty storm of my feelings. I reach out for his pants, and he jerks back, letting go of me and leaving me cold.
“No,” he says, and there's a sternness in his voice that makes me want to snap back. How is this fair, for him to take away my protective layer of numbness and leave me aching? My anger rushes to the surface to protect me, and I scowl.
“Let me perform my duties,” I grind out, gesturing at his hard cock. “Like you did yesterday.”
Victor grits his teeth, his jaw clenching with anger. There it is, I've done it, I've thoroughly pissed him off. He hates himself for losing control; it proves he isn't some sort of dark god, that he's actually human.
“When we're finished here, you can go back and perform your duties for Hael. He's chomping at the bit to fuck you over the hood of his Camaro. Have at it.” Victor tears the door open and storms out.
I'm still sitting there shaking when I hear the snarled snippets of argument from the hall. I quickly clean myself up and slip out, only to find Vic toe-to-toe with his mother.
“Go on, son,” she challenges as Tom hovers nearby, clearly outmatched by the other two people in this room. “Hit me. It'll make you feel better.”
“And risk my inheritance for the pleasure?” Vic steps back, his hands tucked into his pockets. They'd have to be, I guess, since he didn't wash them. “No thanks. I'll wait until I get my money and then pay someone to do it for me. That's how you like things done, right? Use cash to get somebody else to do your dirty work for you?” Victor glances over his shoulder at me. “Come on, Bernadette. I think we've overstayed our welcome.”
Ophelia grabs my arm on my way out, her fingernails digging into my skin the way my mother's used to. Vic notices and starts to head toward us with a violent sort of purpose in his stride, but I've got this. I don't need his help.
“You're either here for the money, or else you're actually in love with him.” Ophelia barks this last part out on the end of a harsh laugh, like the thought of anyone loving her son is absolutely ridiculous, completely unfathomable. “Regardless, you're going to suffer for it. Victor is the spitting image of his young father, and look how that turned out? Once upon a time, I was as naïve as you are now. Don't let him be your greatest mistake.”
“Enough,” Vic snaps out, but I'm already tearing my arm from her grip, cringing as her nails catch on the stitches in my arm. I swear, I don't breathe again until I get outside.
“I want another name scratched off my list,” I gasp, spinning on Victor, his face unreadable, his mouth in a flat line. “Like really scratched off. I don't mean just a dead Range Rover, but … the whole thing. I want to see progress.”
He stares at me for a long, quiet moment, and then nods his head once.
“A deal's a deal,” Vic agrees, straddling his bike. “Get on, and let's go.”
Vic takes me back to Aaron's house and then has some sort of caucus in the front yard with Callum and Oscar.