Havoc at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys #1) - C.M. Stunich Page 0,106

Hael turns away in a storm cloud of his own rage, unlocks the door, and then yanks it open. He pauses once before leaving to look over his shoulder. “I love you, man, but you almost pushed it too far this time.” Hael leaves and slams the door so hard that one of the framed pictures on the wall crashes to the floor and shatters.

For a whole minute there, the room is completely silent.

“Get on the bed,” Vic tells me, glancing back in my direction. He stalks over to the lamp and turns it off, plunging us into darkness.

My body is shaking with a mix of frustration and anger. I was this close to having another orgasm, and he ruined it. Fucking Victor stupid-ass Channing.

He turns around to look at me, moonlight filtering between the mini blinds on the sliding doors to his left and limning his large form in silver.

He's jealous, I think as my mind runs through all the ways I could handle this moment. I could tell him to fuck off, openly defy him, and see what he might do. Or … I could let the hot, wild heat taking over my body run wild. Despite his bossy possessiveness, despite the way he treated Hael, I still want him.

Stepping back, I drop the sheet to the floor, and then I lie back on the bed, my knees crossed together, my elbows keeping me propped up.

Victor slips his shirt over his head and tosses it aside before kicking off his shoes, peeling off his socks, and then shoving his jeans down his muscular hips. As my eyes adjust to the light, I notice that he has a condom in his hand. He slips it on before moving over to me and climbing on the bed, his weight denting the mattress and making me bounce slightly.

I can smell him now, that bergamot and musk scent of his, all male, all Vic.

My breath catches as he reaches up with a big hand and cups the side of my face. His entire presence is edged in violence, but his touch is gentle enough.

“I'm apologizing in advance for how hard I'm going to fuck you,” he says, and a wash of heat spreads from my core to the hardened points of my nipples, the bruised curve of my lips. “But after, I'll take it nice and slow.”

He grabs my hips and flips me over, pulling me back and into him. I can feel the heat of his body as Vic presses up against me, a sigh shuddering through him as he runs his palm down my spine. I can feel the tension in his hands as he caresses me, and then, it’s like a switch has been flipped. Vic grabs my hair and yanks my head back, making me cry out. It doesn’t hurt per se, but it rides that fine line.

“I’m having a seriously hard time fucking controlling myself right now,” he growls, and his hands tighten on both my hip and my hair. “There are so many things I want to do to you.” Vic leans down and kisses my shoulder, swirling his tongue in a circle against my skin before he bites me—hard.

“You won't like it when Victor takes you to bed. He's a rough, angry sort of lover.”

Aaron’s words echo in my head as I shift my body and Vic growls, holding me in place. He’s bruising my hip, making my scalp burn, and yet it’s not unpleasant. His mouth traces up the line of my shoulder toward my neck, and he bites me again, drawing another long, embarrassing groan from my throat.

Vic releases my hair and curls his inked fingers around the front of my neck. With his other hand, he guides the tip of his cock to my throbbing heat, slicking the length of his body against my wetness.

“We didn’t want a girl to come between us and yet, here you are, doing just that. Are you fucking proud of yourself?”

“Screw you,” I snarl, gritting my teeth as Victor teases me with his cock. He lifts my head up even further, forcing me to curve my back and push my ass against him.

“You’ve hated me for so long, haven’t you?” he asks, and I realize then that I’m shaking. He’s stripping me bare again, and I hate it. I hate it, but I also … I can’t explain it, but I want more. His voice is like smoke, curling around and enveloping me. It’s sumptuous, lavish,