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Immoral Confessions(9)
Author: R Holmes

“You’re delusional. I haven’t said anything to anyone,” she scoffs, never breaking our stare.

“Ah, I told you how much I hate liars, little lamb. And you? Not only are you a liar, you’re a snitch. And there’s nothing I hate more than a snitch.”

“I’m not a liar! I haven’t done anything, in case you forgot, I’m here because of you!” She places her hand on my chest to push me away, but I grab her wrist and squeeze tightly, until she gives me the sweet sound of her pain once again.

“You should be terrified, Valentina, because what I have planned for you will ruin you.”

“I dare you.”

Three simple words. Three words that change everything. If I hated her before, I loathe her now. She has the audacity to act innocent, like the punishment doesn’t fit the crime. She’s a snitch, a fucking liar, and I will do everything in my power to be her downfall.

The sound of the door slamming behind us and footsteps cause me to look up, to see Sebastian and Alec walking toward us. They’re both dressed in their hockey hoodies and sweatpants, obviously coming from whatever stunt they pulled to get us here with her alone.

“Wow, this is perfect. Carmichael has a thing for more than one guy railing her, and here we are… all alone in this library with no one around to save you.” Alec grins sinisterly.

Valentina stills against the shelf.

“Fuck off, Alec,” she spits.

“Watch it, I like when they fight back. Makes my dick hard.” He winks at her and grabs his junk suggestively. She scoffs in disgust. He and Sebastian both lean against the heavy wooden library tables, and watch as I bring my hand back to the thigh-highs she’s wearing.

Not many people know my brothers the way I do, and no one knows how much they both enjoy to watch.

She immediately tries to push me backward off of her and I grasp both of her wrists, putting them together above her head while she thrashes wildly against my hold. Now I have her exactly where I want her, and her feisty side shows. No longer is she quiet and mousy, she’s bold and confident. My leg is planted firmly between hers, holding her legs open.

“You’re not fucking touching me, Rhys, get off!”

“Seems like it’s up to me, isn’t it? Those choices are no longer yours, little lamb. I fucking own you.” I lean closer, skimming my nose along her jaw ever so slightly, and she recoils away from my touch.

“You know, I never knew a girl like you, all high and mighty, an untouchable little goody two-shoes virgin, would be into more than one guy at a time… but, hey, we all like what we like. We’re all a little fucked-up,” I whisper in her ear.

She continues to fight against my hold, but I want more. I want her to be fucking terrified of me. Cowering in fear. I want her to be sorry she ever fucked with me. That she ever opened her goddamn mouth to snitch.

That’s the thing about desperation, when a man has nothing to lose, it makes him the most dangerous person you could ever cross.

And now? All because of Valentina Carmichael, I have nothing to lose. The walls were closing in around us, and there is nothing I can do to stop it, because she stole our secret. She opened her fucking mouth and told what she was never meant to hear. She fucked with my family.

I use one hand to hold both of her wrists, and continue my path upward, under the hem of her uniform skirt. I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t surprise me that she even bothers fighting back. It makes my dick hard to see her thrash and try to fight me.

“Don’t do this, Rhys. I know you’re pissed, and this is how you want to get back at me, but don’t do this,” she says. “I didn’t do whatever you think I did. Please, just let me go.” The unshed tears in her eyes threaten to spill over, and when they do, I lean in closer and lick her cheek, capturing her tears on my tongue.

A small whimper leaves her lips.

“I bet if I dip my fingers in the lace of these,” I pause as my fingers skim across the lace of her panties, feeling her heat. “That you’d be fucking dripping.”

She whimpers, and tries to break free from my grasp. She can say whatever the fuck she wants, but she wants this. I can tell by the flush in her cheeks, the small pants that leave her lips the closer I get to touching her pussy.

“You’re a fucking liar, little lamb. And I hate you for it.”

I move her panties aside and drag my fingers across her pussy, grazing her clit lightly.

“I don’t hear your protests, Valentina. Tell me to stop.” I whisper against the sensitive skin of her neck. “Tell me you don’t like to have your pussy touched by a man who loathes everything about you.”

I rub a quick circle around her clit and she melts against my hold. Whether she means to or not, she can’t help her body's reaction to me.

“Tell me you didn’t like how I fucking took this and I didn’t ask what you wanted.” I continue rubbing her clit in quick, brutal circles, until I stop and drag my finger down to her entrance. I know if I push inside she’ll be impossibly tight, and so fucking warm. My fingers pinch around her clit roughly, and her body jerks in pain. This isn’t about her pleasure.

“Please don't do this. There’s no coming back from this. Let me go and I’ll never say anything, I’ll never tell anyone, I swear,” she pleads.

“Like you kept your mouth shut the last time you swore you would?” I scoff. “Should I take this from you? Like you fucking took from me?”

She lets out a soft whimper but doesn’t answer my question, only turning her head to the side to avoid my gaze. Instead, her eyes lock with Sebastian’s, and he looks ready to pounce. An irrational sense of jealousy courses through my body when their eyes remain locked.

“Look at me.” I raise my voice and she jumps.

Her piercing eyes meet mine, and I see arousal. I see the flush of her cheeks, the way her chest heaves up and down. The tears on her cheeks. Her salty tears only spur me on.

The good girl wants to be tarnished by the fallen angel.

She can waste her time with wicked lies, but the way her pussy is slick and dripping around my fingers is the only confirmation I need to know that if I fucked her right here, right now, she’d welcome me inside her greedy little pussy.

“You don’t get what you want, Valentina. You get what the fuck I give you, and you’ll never have the pleasure of coming by my hand. From this moment forward, I own you. Every single fucking part of you until your debt is paid. You may not know what I’m capable of, but you will. You’ll pay for what you’ve done. I will fucking ruin you.”

I pull my fingers from her underwear and bring them to her mouth, pushing past her lips. Her head thrashes as she tries to free herself from my hold, but I push my fingers farther down her throat until she gags. Further and further as the tears pour from her cheeks each time she gags around my fingers.

Fuck, it’s sweet.

“Taste yourself, Valentina. I bet your pussy tastes forbidden and sweet. Doesn’t it?” I pull my fingers from her mouth and wipe them on my pant leg. “Get out of my sight, I don’t even want to fucking look at you.”

Her mascara-stained cheeks are bright red from embarrassment, yet she shoots me a look that could kill me dead and pushes me off her roughly. A small sob escapes as she rushes from the library.

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