Page 4 of Scorching Lies

In the amount of time we’ve been standing here we’ve gained bystanders hanging around, gossiping, waiting to see what the infamous Ryker Stone plans on doing to the pathetic Kingston today. They are so fake. Always looking for a handout. I’m a princess, an heiress, until the Stone brothers come around. Then I’m nothing but trash they love to watch get tossed around. Like I said, fake. It’s just a reminder that no one here can be trusted.

Suddenly, I want nothing more than to grab ice cream with Ally and forget about the shit show that is my life. I want to escape into a sea of ice-cold bliss for a few minutes, letting go of the stress and pain, saving it for a later day.

Ryker’s brown eyes sparkle with malice as he makes his next move. Before I can blink, his lips are on mine, the sudden movement is overshadowed by the pain that flares against the flesh of my neck. That familiar burning heat that I know so well sears into my skin. Pure adrenaline and fear build in the pit of my stomach. A scream erupts from my mouth, pulling on my hair to deepen the kiss, and silence my screams. He shoves his tongue down my throat instantly making me forget the pain. Metal clicks against my teeth with the force of his kiss. It’s brutal and bruising but my mind hazes over from the numbing fear.

Heat sears into my flesh, the smell of burning skin bringing back everything from that night. My muscles lock with fear. The force of his mouth on mine almost drowns out the horror of my skin on fire all over again. It’s like I'm back in that fiery building, every nerve ending exposed, my skin melting off. Ryker sinks his teeth into my lip dragging me back to my body, that’s in his arms, plastered to his chest.

For a moment, a brief moment, I forgot about where we were and the dick he’d turned into and lose myself in his kiss. With the mixture of cigarettes and mint invading my senses, he, once again, has me caught in his trap. A trap full of lies and deceit, and unrequited love. Like a snake coiling around his prey, squeezing the very breath from my lungs. Deep down, the boy I loved was trapped in the devil’s body. The boy from my past would have never hurt me. Now that’s the only thing that gives him pleasure. He tortured me. Made a mockery of his jokes. He used my pain and guilt to get ahead in life.

A throat clears in the background, snapping me back to the six foot tall boulder that inhabits every inch of my skin. Pressing my hands against his solid chest, I attempt to shove him away from me. I can't breathe. Can't think when he's that fucking close. His lips leave a searing hot pain in their wake, cracking my traitorous heart wide open once again for him. Our eyes connect and for a split second I swear the boy that I remember ages ago glimmers back at me. But just as quickly as it appeared, it's gone, leaving me longing for the Ryker I want, but can't have.

With a grin plastered on his face he steps back. He got exactly what he wanted.Humiliation. Control. Taking what isn’t his. Possession.

The small wound on my neck was scalding, but not to the extent of something I couldn’t handle.No, I had been there before.What Ryker did wasn’t just to humiliate me, but to prove his ownership to any guy that may have shown any interest in me. I was a fucking toy to him. A plaything that he wanted to use and throw away whenever he damn well pleased. He wanted to make me rot for everything that I apparently did, and to do that, he was going to make me suffer.

CHAPTER TWO

RYKER

The taste of cherry chapstick still lingers on my lips, her wide doe eyes filled with shock still branding my thoughts. Kenna fucking Kingston. Shoving the fridge door shut, the beer in my hand chills my skin. Walking into the living room of our apartment a block away from Hawthorne Elite where all the rich pricks go to school. My brothers and I included, but we didn’t feed into their bullshit there. No, we had bigger plans to worry about, ones that included the princess herself.

“Yo, man.” West says, plopping down on the black leather couch.

Handing him and Cole the two beers in my left hand, I pop open mine before sitting on the other side of the couch. Cole ignores West, keeping his eyes trained on the baseball game on our large 62-inch T.V. hanging above the glass gaming system we have set up.

“What plans have you made now?” I ask, knowing he’s gearing up to ask us to go out tonight.

West has never been able to sit around and keep his nose clean. Causing trouble and getting his dick wet has always been the goal for him. Cole keeps his business to himself but we all know where he goes every Sunday morning before he hits the gym. It’s not spoken out loud and it won’t be until he’s ready to talk about it. We have one rule and that’sfamily, always.

Smirking, West looks at me from the other end of the sectional, “Ally said there’s a Hawks party tonight. Why don’t we take a break from all the planning you have going on and get out of this damn apartment?”

Cole doesn’t respond, he’d rather I handle the childish shit our middle brother pulls, but his shoulders tense at the mention of Ally. Or it could be the fact that Ally brings around Kenna, the one female none of us would touch, unless it’s to cause the pain she’s earned. My thoughts drift back to her mouth on mine curling my lip at the memory. Fuck.

A pillow smacks into my arm.

“What the hell?”

Chuckling, West yanks it back toward him when I reach for the soft weapon, “Come on. I won’t get into anything that’s not someone's pussy. Scouts honor.”

“You were never a boy scout.” Cole quips, a smile barely pulling at the corner of his mouth.

“What the hell ever. Are you in or not? It’s not like I won’t go by myself, more warm mouths for me and all that.”

“Stop thinking with your dick. We have a meeting with the foundation tomorrow morning before school.” I say, annoyed with this conversation.

Flexing my fingers, the itch to pound into flesh starts to creep back in. Hunger to spill blood twists my stomach, needing to get my hands on someone and fast. Maybe this party is exactly what I need. Hell, Cole could use a girl under him for one night with the way he’s been lately. West, on the other hand, never has a shortage of women falling at his feet ready to blow him, fuck him, or share him all in the name of climbing the ladder.

Del Mar belongs to the Stone and Kingston family but not for long. As soon as we bring the princess to her knees, her perfect little kingdom will come falling down and there’s fuck all she can do about it. The little killer has no idea what’s coming for her. The image of her tear stained face begging for mercy makes my dick hard. I can taste her fear on the tip of my tongue.

“Rye.”

Sighing, all I give him is a nod before standing up to go take a shower. He yells over the back of the couch making sure I can hear him.

“She’ll be there.”

My knuckles crack under the pressure of my fist clenching.

“I’m betting on it.”

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