Page 54 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Callie, look at me.”

“No.”

He plasters his chest to my back, sliding one arm around my waist and using the other to grip my hair and pull my head back. “What’d I tell you about that word?”

I force a laugh, looking away. “I hate to break it to you, rich boy, but normal people who live in the real fuckin’ world don't always get what they want.”

Something snaps inside him then and he growls, spinning me in one quick move to shove my ass back against the wall. He pins me with his huge body and his dangerous eyes so I drop mine to his chest, locking my jaw when he squeezes my throat and forces my stare up to his.

Fuck, he's mad.

With me..?

“Are you out of your fucking mind?”

I frown. “What?”

“You were just about to tell her you know she killed him.” He snaps, banging the wall beside my head. “You got a fuckin’ death wish or are you just that fuckin’ stupid?”

“I was only doing what you told me to do.” I snap back, struggling in his grip. “And I would have had the bitch just now if you hadn't shown up and ruined it the way you did. You wanted answers, remember?”

“Not like that.” He bites out, getting in my face. “Not when it puts your life in danger.”

I growl, smacking his chest when he doesn't let me go. “Why do you even care?”

“Why don't you?”

I scoff at his bullshit non answer and shove his ass back, releasing a relieved breath when he lets me. He glares and runs his hands through his hair so I take the opportunity to put some much needed space between me and him. I slip out of the bathroom and grab my pre rolled joint from the nightstand, snatching my phone from the bed and all but running for the door.

“Callie!”

“Fuck. What?!” I shout back, spinning on him because I've had enough of his shit, but then he shocks the fuck out of me when he closes the distance between us and smashes his mouth on mine.

I freeze with my heart in my throat.

Then I slap the prick.

His head whips to the side and he licks his lips, slowly sliding his now black eyes to mine.

Oh, hell, yes.

He hits me with a sinful ass smirk that has my toes curling on the marble and I smirk back, waiting for him. That familiar burn in my core intensifies from painful to unbearable and I almost jump him, but then he puts me out of my misery and rushes me to throw me back against the wall. His mouth claims mine with a possessiveness I ignore and I climb his body like a tree, wrapping my legs around his waist and my hands around his neck.

“This won't be gentle.” He warns, yanking my head back to look me in the eye. “You want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no.” I rasp, moaning when he snatches my lip ring between his teeth and sucks it into his mouth.

Don't ever stop.

He bites hard and I squeal, jolting between him and the wall.

“Careful what you wish for, punk.”

I frown when I realize I said that out loud and he grins like a maniac, pulling me off the wall to toss me down on the bed. He rips my flimsy shorts from my legs in one quick move and grabs my knees to yank my ass to the edge, then he leans over to take my mouth again. He pays special attention to my lip ring like he's fascinated with it and I pant like a bitch in heat, running my hands through his hair and shamelessly grinding my aching pussy on his cock. He laughs lightly and I growl, ripping his t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. He does the same with mine and dips his head to take my nipple into his mouth, driving me crazy with his tongue and his teeth before doing the same with the other.

“Damon..” I plead, lifting my ass off the bed when he moves his mouth down to my stomach.

“Yes, Callie?”

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