body rocking forward with each violent thrust. Pleasure courses through me in an unstoppable storm, this torrent of fiery heat that makes me grit my teeth against a scream. I don't want Vic to know how much I'm loving this, how good it feels to have his body inside of mine. It's like he's claiming me with each pump of his hips and yet, I don't hate it.
I … I love it.
Vic pulls on my hair again, forcing me to push up to my hands. My breasts sway with the motion as he pounds into me, the only sound in the room that of our bodies joining together over and over and over again.
He isn't nice. No, he's rough, wild, forceful. But there's something to it that I find appealing, like I've finally managed to catch Victor Channing with his pants down—both metaphorically and literally. His numbness and his shadows have been stripped away and there's nothing left but emotion. Anger, maybe. Jealousy. Even hate.
But it’s all better than being fucking numb.
He groans, this deep, dark sound that's frenzied with need, and I swear, I can hear him coming undone. Victor pounds faster, fucks me deeper, and then comes violently, grabbing my hip in tight fingers and yanking my hair so hard that I cry out. With a few last, wild thrusts he finishes and pulls out, cursing as he tears the condom off and chucks it in the trash.
Vic rakes his fingers through his hair as I turn over to look at him, and then his gaze falls down to mine, stealing my breath away. I can still barely see him, but with the moonlight showcasing the hard, strong lines of his face, I can tell we're nowhere near done in here.
“I'm a Havoc Girl,” I gasp out, because that's what he asked of me. That was the price. But it feels like now, in his shadowed gaze, he's asking me for so much more.
“You're my fucking girl,” he says, climbing on the bed as I scoot back until my back is pressed into the mountain of pillows next to the headboard. There's the lingering scent of Hael's coconut oil mixed with the skunk-y smell of weed, but … when I really inhale, all I smell all over this bed is Vic's musk and amber scent.
“This is your bed when you're here?” I ask, but he's not letting me get away that easily, climbing over me, his knees on either side of my thighs, his hands on either side of my chest, palms pressed into the mattress. Our faces are now only a hair's-breadth apart.
“Bernadette,” Vic says, his warm breath tracing over my lips. My scalp is sore, and I can already tell I'm going to be bruised in the morning. “You go out of your way to piss me off, don't you?”
“I didn't fuck Hael to piss you off,” I say, holding his stare, my heart thundering like crazy in my chest. But then I hesitate. “When you have nothing else, you realize the one currency you can carry is truth.” “Not this time,” I correct. “And not in the principal’s office. Only … the first time.”
Vic's sharp mouth curves into a grin, flashing white teeth in the dark.
“I'm going to devour you, Bernadette Blackbird,” he says, and then he pushes back, grabbing my knees and opening my legs to him. I'm powerless at that point to resist; my entire body is in flames, and I need something to douse that heat.
My head falls back into the pillows as Vic puts his lips between my thighs, tasting my desire with a long, hot flick of his tongue. He pleasures me with reckless abandon, no pretense of niceties, just a firm hand on either side of my hips. He isn't worried about getting messy as he takes over my body and I dig my fingers into his dark hair.
I'm too conscious of the sounds escaping my throat, and it's holding me back. Vic seems to sense that, chuckling and raising his face up to stare at me through the dark.
“None of the kids can hear us in here, babe,” he repeats, and I wonder if he's mocking me for calling Hael babe earlier. “I promise you that. They're all upstairs, I'm sure, tucked away, snug as bugs in rugs.”
“That doesn't mean Hael or—”
Vic drops his face back down, capturing my clit gently between his teeth and then sucking on it. At the same time, he drives two fingers into