Page 30 of Dangerous Allure

“Buck up.” I mock as I step between his open legs. His hands find my thighs and gently squeezes them.

“You look hot tonight. You always look hot, but in this skirt, damn, Lil’ Mama.” He laughs as his hand slides higher up the backs of my thighs.

“Well, thank you.” I say as I continue to clean him up.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” he asks as I place a butterfly stitch over his brow.

“I have my mom’s funeral in the morning and then my birthday party, but I don’t want to go. All these people are fake and I’m sick of faking it with them. I just want to do something fun, something that wasn’t planned for me, like everything else.” I admit, getting lost in my own head and confessing things I don’t normally do.

“Well, do you like watching fights and car races?” He asks as his lip lifts into a smile. My eyes widen at his question because I do love to watch both of those things. I’m just not allowed to ever go.

“I do. I really fucking do.” I say in excitement as I wipe the blood from his lip. Bending down, I place a small kiss on the little gash as his breathing hitches. I pull back because that was a stupid move. Just because we hooked up once doesn’t mean he likes me or wants more. He grips my thighs, pulling me down onto his lap, causing me to straddle him. He leans over and slams the door shut, making me startle. Running his hands up my thighs to my ass, he pulls me close, letting me feel how hard he is.

“Brax, we can’t.” I breathe as he moves my hips along his length.

“Shut up and keep cleaning my face. Let me enjoy this,” he groans, thrusting his hips up against me as I continue to rock against him.

“You’re not playing fair tonight.” I whisper, wiping cream along the little cuts on his cheeks.

“I don’t care, Lil’Mama. I just want to know what you sound like when you cum,” he whispers as my eyes widen. “Don’t look so shocked, Pres. You know how I feel about you, and you also know I won’t treat you as a hook-up, but I can’t keep my hands off you when you're standing in front of me looking like that.” He groans as his hands tighten on my hips, digging his fingertips into my skirt. I throw my head back and grind harder along his length, feeling my orgasm creeping up on me.

“Fuck, don’t stop.” He rasps as my whole body shivers in his arms. Bending down, he rubs his lips gently over my hard nipple poking out of my tank, causing me to moan. “I love that sound,” he groans, biting my peaks through the fabric. My hips roll erratically as I chase my orgasm. My body tingles from head to toe as I rub my clit over his cock through his sweats.

“Shit, Brax. I’m-I’m…” I pant as he places a hand over my mouth, thrusting up against me.

“Cum for me Lil Mama. Fuck what I would give to feel you squeeze that pussy around my cock. Fuck.” He growls as I rock faster. “Just like that, baby. Give it to me.” He moans as white light bursts in my vision and my body shakes uncontrollably as I cum all over his pants, soaking them. He growls long and deep as I feel warmth soakthrough my already drenched thong.

Coming down from my high, I realize what I just did and get up from his lap. His eyes narrow as I bring my fingers up to my face.Two boys made me cum tonight, and not just any two. Fucking brothers. I need to go. I need to get out of here before someone gets hurt and more than just being jumped.I spin, grabbing the knob and pulling the door open, running down the hall and out the front door.

Cold air hits my already overheated skin as I take off down the stairs, up the driveway, and onto the street.I can't, I just can’t.How can my heart belong to all five? How could I expect any of them to be with me or keep kissing me if I have to choose? I don’twant to choose. I want them all, but I know, I fucking know it will never happen.

Happiness isn’t in the cards for me. I’m so deep in my head that I don’t see the headlights pull up along the side of the road.

“Presley! Get in the fucking car now!” He yells, causing me to jump, but I’m rooted to the spot as he gets out, rounding his truck and getting in my face.

“Get. In. The. Truck. Now!” He screams, grabbing me by my hair and hauling me into the passenger door, but he doesn’t stop there. He pulls my face back and slams it against the window, causing it to shatter.

“Now look at what you made me do.” He spits, wrenching the door open and tossing me in. Tears stream down my face as I feel the gash on my head. Blood seeps on my fingers as my vision whirs a bit. Leaning my head back, I shake as I close my eyes, praying that this night will be the end for me as the monster gets in the car and drives me to hell.

“I love you, Presley. You will be the perfect trophy wife soon enough. Even if I have to beat it into you. Next time I see you with a Cyprus, it will be the last time you see out of those pretty eyes of yours.” He warns, pulling from the curb.

This is my life and there’s nothing I can fucking do about it. No matter where I go, the monster always finds me.No one can save me. No one. Not even them.

Chapter 20

Axel

Waking up to my brothers arguing over Presley really pissed me off. I’ve been texting her for hours but she’s not answering me which is just further makingme want to just find her myself. I’m not sure what the hell happened tonight, but I just want–no need–to know that she is okay and safe.

I don’t get any sleep as she continues to ignore me. I even decided to go to her house and sneak into her bedroom window, but her bed was cold and empty. The only other place she could be is with that piece of shit boyfriend of hers.

Unfortunately, he lives in a gated community with security guards and cameras everywhere, so there was no chance of me getting in there without being caught. So I went back home and tried to go back to sleep. Her mother’s funeral is in the morning and we are all attending, even Caspian. Harley didn’t leave himmuch of a choice. We are to be there to show her support and pay our respects. I’m really fucking worried about her. I don’t like the unknown and my brothers are idiots for allowing her to leave. I would’ve chased her to the ends of the earth, but these jokers get inside their heads. They don’t think of her and how she feels or what she wants. Selfish pricks. Rolling over in my bed, I yawn as my eyes finally get heavy.

Closing them, I drift off to sleep, praying my girl is okay, and hopefully I’ll get answers from her later this morning.

Later that morning, we pulled up in separate cars to the cemetery where Presley's mom is going to be buried. All the founding families get buried in this place. The plots were bought many years ago and it creeps me out knowing me and my brothers already have a spot here.Like Jesus.

Getting out of the car, I haven’t said two words to Casp, just listened to him bitch about being here. We walk together through the grass and over the hill where a canopy is covering a bunch of lined up wooden chairs. Long black hair catches myeyes as she sits in between two men I recognize. Her piece of shit stepfather Stan and Jacob Lee.

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