Page 12 of Dangerous Allure

“Beast,” I look at him with pleading eyes. He doesn’t understand what one kiss from him will do to my heart.

“Please, just let me taste what I’ll never have,” he begs as he slowly begins leaning down and my breath hitches. He places his lips against mine so softly and I moan into him as I open mymouth,allowing his tongue to dance with mine.I forgot how good he fucking kisses.He groans, pulling me up higher as we get lost in the kiss. Our tongues massaging one another, licking, sucking, biting. Giving each other the air we need to breathe but never stopping to catch our breaths. Before I know it, I’m straddling his lap, deepening the kiss as I rock my hips against his hard cock. His hands grip my hips then run up my torso, taking a handful of my breasts and tweaking my nipples, causing me to grind harder down onto him.Fuck. This boy always knows how to light my body on fire.I pull away, bringing my fingers to my lips in shock.Friend zone. Friend zone. Friend zone.

“What’s wrong?” He asks and I lean my head against his shoulder, trying to figure out what the fuck is happening here. He lifts my chin, looking deep into my eyes.

“I want you Beauty. I’ve always wanted you,” he confesses and I shake my head. He cannot be confessing this shit when my life is literally in shambles.

“Mav–” but he doesn't let me finish. He captures my lips and kisses me again, consuming my mind and soul. A throat clears and I jump up completely from his lap as Caspian smirks at me.

“Aren’t we cozy? When you’re done with her, send her to me.” He says, and that right there is like a bucket of ice cold water.

“Fuck you Caspian. You’re a piece of shit. Fucking dick! And you,” I point to Mav still sitting where I left him.

“Don’t ever fucking kiss me again. You can sleep down here and I’ll take your bed. You wanna be a fuckboy? Fuck boys sleep on the couch. Asshat!” I yell and stomp up the stairs, but not before shoving Caspian out of my way.

The Cyprus brothers are seriously going to be the death of me or I’m going to gut them all! One by fucking one.

Chapter 9

Presley

Waking up, I get ready as silently as I can so as not to wake the others. Harley is the first one to meet me downstairs as I grab a banana before trying to dip out, but the old man catches me.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, and I huff.

“Heading to school. The last thing I need today is my boyfriend seeing me with Mav, plus I’m pissed at him so I’m out. I’ll see you after school.” I say, hoping my reasoning suffices him.

“I’ll drop you at the bus stop. I don’t want you walking around alone.” He says and I nod.

“Fine, but don’t tell your brothers.” I plead, but of course the fucker pops up out of nowhere.

“Too late Beauty. We need to talk.” He says, yawning as he gets up. My eyes automatically find his hard-on and I leap into action, getting my shit and trying to leave the house as fast as Ican. Jesus Christ. I cannot deal with them today. Before stepping out, I turn to him,

“Talk to this bitch.” I smirk giving him the finger and slamming the front door behind me. I climb into Harley’s truck and wait for him to come out. Taking out my phone, I see I have a missed call from Stan.Fuck that motherfucker.Three missed texts from Jacob Lee and one from Mav.Fuck all of them.Putting my phone on Do Not Disturb, I place it in my bag and wait for Harley. Just fuck it. Fuck everything and everyone.

Harley dropped me off at the bus stop as promised and I played the game all morning. Putting on a happy fake smile and lying my ass off along with avoiding all the Cyprus brothers.

Standing in the girls bathroom, I fix my mascara and lip gloss as the door slams open. A pissed off Jacob Lee storms in and cages me against the sink.Fuck.

“Why haven’t you answered my calls and texts? You’ve been avoiding me since yesterday and I don’t fucking like it.” He spits. I take both hands and put them against his chest, pushing him away from me and walking towards the door.I am not in the mood for his bullshit.

“Don’t fucking walk away from me, Presley!” He growls, but I keep moving to the door when he slams into the back of me, my forehead bouncing off the wood. Momentarily seeing stars, I try to focus but he spins me around, slamming me against the door and getting in my face.

“When I fucking call, you answer. When I text, you answer. I don’t know what is going on with you, but you need to cut the shit.” He says and I spit in his face.

“Fuck you. I’m done. I’m sick of playing this twisted game with you. I want fucking out.” I snap and he laughs, wiping the spit from his mouth only to suck his fingers clean, making my stomach turn in disgust.

“You want out? Ha. There is no out! The minute we walk across that stage with our diploma’s in hand, you will become my trophy wife. You will do as I say, when I say it. You will obey my every fucking command, bear all the children I want and most of all,” he says with a sly grin, “You will be the sex slave for whoever I choose. This is your life now. You sold your soul to the devil, babe. Welcome to hell.” He gloats as tears form in my eyes.

“And if I say no?” I whisper as he grips my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him.

“I’ll cut your fucking tongue out.” He threatens as tears fall from my eyes.

“Awee, Pres. Don’t cry. It just makes my dick hard seeing your tears fall, smearing your pretty face. Only my cock stuffed down your throat is allowed to do that baby. Now, go get cleaned up and I’ll see you at lunch.” He smirks, stepping away and pulling the door open causing me to stumble a bit. I fucking hate him. I want to put a knife right through his fucking neck. This is not the life I want. I need to run. I-I need to get away. So fucking far away. I slam my hands against the cold porcelain sink, cursing at how stupid I am as I let the tears fall until there’s nothing left.

Looking up at myself in the mirror, I’m a fucking mess. I clean myself up and plaster a fake smile on my face as the bell rings for the next class. Walking out, the hallway is packed with students as I head for the art room. It’s the only place no one will find me during this hour and I can get peace for a little bit.

As I walk down the busy hall and down the stairs to the basement level, I see a few of the guys from the football team fucking with Axel, throwing his bookbag back and forth at eachother, spilling his contents all over the landing.

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