Page 111 of Twisted Legacy

“Fuck sweetness.” He groans. “We shouldn’t be doing this. Here, of all places, but damned if I’m gonna stop before I get to see you fall apart for me again.”

I nod. I’m all for us to keep going until that happens.

“I think about it too.” He says. “About how fucking good you felt bouncing up and down on my cock and how incredible you taste.” He grunts against my ear as my thumb circles the crown of his shaft. “I should have kicked you out of my class and never agreed to train you. I fight every goddamn day not to do this to you.”

“Because of your job.”

“Because I know every time I do, I’m one step closer to…”

He cuts off what he’s saying and I don’t press for an answer, too caught up in the feeling of his hands on me. His mouth on my neck. I’m close. I wrap my arms around his neck and hitch a leg up on his waist, trusting him to keep me upright as I ride his fingers.

“Wolfe!” I pant.

“I know, I know.” He presses his forehead to mine. “Cum for me, sweetness. Let me feel you lock down on my fingers.”

I do, my head falling back, mouth open as I find my release. As I catch my breath, I reach for him, but he shifts away, sucking his fingers into his mouth with a contented hum. He places a chaste kiss against my temple, then whispers in my ear. “You’re gonna do that on my cock real soon.”

He lowers me to the ground and slides my pants back up before taking a step back. With a smirk on his face, he taunts, “Now stop stalling and go get on the treadmill.”

Chapter65

Holden

Icast a furtive look over at the table where Thea usually sits. I know she said she’d be sitting with us from now on, but there are plenty of reasons for her to change her mind. I think back to our second chase through the woods. She was perfect that first night. The way she ran, and hid and eluded me for as long as she could. But those are my woods. I’m comfortable in the dark. Alive. There’s no place among those trees that anyone can hide from me.

Next, my mind drifts to her failed hook up attempt at the party. She was carrying the knives Finn gifted her, and could have pulled them out at any time to protect herself from me. But she didn’t. She fought, called me names, and begged, and then she gave me those sweet tears and thatscream. I was still hearing, like the sweetest lullaby, as I drifted off to sleep.

She’s not here for breakfast, but I know I’ll see her, eventually. I’m happy about the temporary reprieve. I’ve never been in this position before. Uncertain of how someone will react. She didn’t confront me right away, but I’ve learned Thea likes to act strategically. So her retaliation could come at any moment. If she’s trying to lull me into a false sense of security, enough time has passed where that has happened. Except I never let my guard down.

Will she have security with her or will she dish out her revenge herself? Approach me in public and out me to the students on campus about what I did? Either way, I’m prepared for the looks. The hate. The disgust. I controlled myself as much as I could. I didn’t take it too far, although everything in my body was telling me to fuck her into the dirt.

I can be cruel in bed. I have a savagery in me that wants to toy with women and break them over and over again. But they’re so soft and fragile around here, I can never allow myself to go too far. Holding back leaves me unsatisfied and hollow. I’ve learned to deny myself. To ignore my needs. I’m okay with being celibate until Pax and Finn drag me into a hookup, thinking it’s what I need. I do it for them, because I know they think they’re doing it for me.

I eat my food and sip my tea while reading my book. Thea enters the dining hall and goes to get her food. The Rock is empty so I stay in my seat instead of blocking off the line, but my senses are on high alert. Her head is down, and she’s wearing a ball cap pulled over her eyes. Did I succeed with her already? Did I break her? I feel a twinge of trepidation. I thought she’d be stronger than this. That thought is followed by a sense of guilt. My father would be so disappointed.

This is not how a Sullivan man acts. League members have their vices, but Sullivan’s are supposed to be above it all. It’s why my dad works for the government. Our bloodline has always been without blemish. Without reproach. It’s bad enough I hack into things I shouldn’t. But my dark desire… this would be the thing that someone could use against him.

I’ve played with girls before, but they always know ahead of time what’s about to happen. It’s one thing to do it with someone who’s trying to get closer to a Wren or The League. They know how things work around here and we pay to keep their silence. I didn’t take any such precautions with Thea. Both times, I just went on instinct.

She sits at her usual table. I’m glad I didn’t have them remove the partition yet. I suspected it would take a while before she fully committed to sitting with us. Should I apologize? Get her to promise not to tell? Or is it too late? She drops a napkin and winces when she bends over to pick it up.

Why is she in pain? Any soreness from that night should have passed by now. Did someone else touch her? She straightens and catches me staring. I don’t bother trying to pretend I’m not. I can’t get a read on how she’s feeling. I can’t tell if the anger on her face is directed at me or someone else.

Somehow I make it through my meal, without going to her. When she’s done, she comes to stand next to my seat. She leans close enough that I smell her unique apple scent. It’s not as good as how it smells when her essence mixes with the apples on my hand, but I like it all the same.

She waits until the last person leaves the table, then pulls my hair, baring my throat and pressing a knife against my Adam’s apple. I see the darkness swirling in her gaze and hear the promise of retribution in her voice. “I hope you had fun, pretty boy. Because the next time we meet in the dark, you’ll be the one running and limping out of those woods.” She pulls the knife away from my throat and taps me on the cheek with it.

I lean into her hold and kiss of the blade. “I’ll text you my schedule for the rest of Winter break, to make me easier to track. But if I get the drop on you, the two nights we’ve had will seem like pillow fights compared to what happens next.”

Her pupils blow wide, her tongue darts out to wet her bottom lip, a little gasp escaping through her parted lips. She releases her hold and hurries out the door. I follow soon after, meeting up with Finn on the sidewalk.

He stares at Thea’s back as she walks aways, and asks, “What the hell was that all about? I could feel the tension all the way out here.”

A smile slowly makes its way across my lips. Thea sought me out, and despite what she may think, she didn’t tell me to stay away. I can’t wait to exploit that loophole every chance I get.

Chapter66

Thea

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