Page 28 of Play Dirty (Villalargos University #1)

Chapter Twenty– Two

Nico

U sing the trunk of the tree as a shield, I watch as Asher closes in. His mask is off, a smug look on his face as he watches her stand in the middle of the woods. The sound of running water overpowers the sound of his steps and thankfully mine.

The asshole is too busy setting up his phone, while Shiloh is oblivious to the fact that she’s in harm's way. I cut through the woods, grabbing him by the collar and throwing him to the ground. “What the fuck?” He groans just as my fist connects with his running mouth.

Shutting him the fuck up with one punch.

He scrambles backward, rising to his feet, and swings. Completely missing. Using his other hand, he wipes the blood coming from his mouth. He swings again and misses once more. I duck and slam my fist directly into his core, drawing the air from his lungs through the force.

Asher stumbles back. “You are dea-”

“You talk too much.” I hiss, watching as he struggles to hold his own, his hand clutching his fucked mouth.

He moves in again, and this time I knock him out cold with a final blow.

A grin spreads slowly across my face as I watch him fall forward onto the cold ground.

Pulling out my phone, I send a picture to Zayden with my location.

Sleeping prince in the west trail.

Zayden replies with a thumbs up.

I place t he phone back into my pocket, then remove my tie as if that could help me breathe any better. My heart hammers in my chest, the familiar rush of blood heads south, and my body grows desperate.

I shouldn’t do this.

I should just turn away...

Focus on what I was asked to do. But my traitorous body reacts to her presence even before she comes into view.

Each step makes my skin itch, my lungs constrict, and my pulse spike.

I can feel the need to touch her in my bones.

It always has been this way, since the day I first laid eyes on her, since the day her hand landed on my chest.

She’s become a fascination.

An addiction.

One I thought I rehabbed from, but tonight I’m willing to relapse. I’m past any reasoning… there’s none of that here. Only need.

I hate it.

I cannot stop myself.

My body moves towards her, like a moth to a flame… beckoning to my descent.

I welcome this hell if it means I’ll have her again.

Moving towards the sound of rushing water, I spot her.

She’s not even running or hiding.

Just there, my little mouse waits for the big bad wolf to come and devour her. A branch snaps as I move closer, causing her to shriek and bolt into the trees. I smile, enjoying the thrill of the hunt. Of chasing the object of my obsession…

I chase after her fast and locked in. By the time she hears me coming, it’s too fucking late.

I slam into her, not hard, of course, but hard enough to remind her who’s the one chasing her.

She gasps, the sound making my useless dick respond without hesitation.

Her hands try to reach for me, but I dodge them.

Grabbing them, I pin them above her head and into the bark of the tree.

There’s no more thinking…

Only actions.

I don’t think I’m fucking breathing because I’m too busy drowning. Losing myself in this moment… In her.

Using my tie to bind her hands together over a branch above her head, she doesn’t fight me; if anything, her body melts into mine.

Welcoming me back.

Where she’s always belonged. Fuck, Blondie.

I tug the tie, making sure it is tight and secured, before I use my thigh to spread her legs apart. Her heat connects with my muscles, and we both hiss.

“You shouldn’t be here,” I breathe against her ear, my body pressed into hers. My heart is a beating drum just for her. She lets out a breathy chuckle, her sultry voice making my dick stand in ovation. “And what are you going to do about it, Nico?”

Shit.

My hand slides up her exposed thigh, despite the alarms inside me telling me to stop, to pull away. My nails graze her skin. The urge to ruin her is making me dizzy. Overriding my brain screaming to retreat. But I don’t.

I can’t.

I want to touch her.

I want to fill her.

Even if it fucking destroys me. I want to find heaven within her.

I want to run straight into damnation if it means I get to have this.

Her dress rides up, and she’s breathing so fast and heavy. My hands find her hips, still shaking… Still scared.

You would think it would be enough to stop me… instead, it does the opposite. The wind rushes between us, her perfume tinged with champagne, invades my lungs. “You’ve been drinking.” She arches her ass into me.

“So hav e you.”

She’s not wrong. I lost count of how many bourbons I had while I waited and watched. The alcohol makes me feel brave and reckless. I press my knee between her legs, wishing I could feel how soaked she already is.

“Look at you, Blondie, so wet. So desperate to be ruined.” I sneer alongside the shell of her ear. “Here I thought I was beneath you.”

Shiloh jerks against her restraints. I wish I could see the feral look in her eyes, but that would kill the moment. Maybe I should break the trance, but I don’t. She chuckles softly before replying. “You are.”

I grin, pressing the wetness of her panties into her pussy. “Sure feels like it.”

Her breath hitches as I press harder, shifting my knee to provide friction. Her hips begin to grind slowly and deliberately. Then I stop, watching as her greedy movements falter. “Fuck you, Reyes,” she snaps. “I hate you.”

There are so many reasons why I should stop. Why this is so fucked up, yet my hand moves away from her hips, trailing down her thigh and dipping between her legs. She lets out a breathy moan, giving me a small victory. The fabric is drenched with her hate.

I wish I could taste it.

Fill myself with her hate.

“Show me how much you hate me, Blondie.” I taunt as my fingers slip behind the fabric, parting her lips and trailing down her wet cunt. Earning me a whimper from her lips… music to my fucking ears.

“Fuck you.” She breathes, rocking against my hands.

“Is that what you want?” I stop, letting my fingertips tease her entrance. For a split second, I wish she'd just tell me to fuck off… that she doesn’t want me to fuck her. Anything but give me permission to undo her.

She doesn’t tell me to fuck off.

She doesn ’t tell me no.

She doesn't say stop.

Instead, she just tries to control her breathing before her hips move forward, chasing her next fix.

“I hate you, Nico.” She snarls through her clenched teeth, not a whisper but a fucking war cry. This shouldn’t be happening, but I can’t seem to find my will to stop.

“Show me.” I breathe into her ear, biting the soft flesh. “Show me how much you fucking hate me, Blondie, and make me believe it,” I growl, yanking her fucking panties to the side. My fingers slide through the mess she’s made of herself. “So fucking desperate for me to ruin you.”

Shiloh whimpers. “Go ahead then, make me filthy. Bring me down to your level and stop talking so much.”

I undo my pants just enough to let my cock spring free. I don’t have a rubber. I stop for a second to really consider what I’m about to do. This isn’t right. For either of us, yet my cock twitches, demanding attention. I grip her hips hard enough to bruise her.

“Ruin me.” She breathes, and my breathing stops. “Nico.”

Unfortunately, her pleas don’t fall on deaf ears. They fall to the monster who’s desperate to find home within her, guiding me between her legs. I drag the head of my dick along her soaked slit.

She’s dripping. Searing hot.

“I hate you.” She breathes again, trying to convince herself or maybe me.

I don’t fucking know at this point, maybe it’s true there’s only a small thin ass line between hate and obsession.

As I push inside her, all of that seems to blur into nothing.

I suck in a breath as her heat wraps around me, her greedy cunt sucking me into her.

We shouldn’t be doing this. June is dead. Yet here we are, both of us cracking open and bleeding. Holding onto the only thing that’s real.

I slam th e rest of the way in. One smooth and vicious thrust, there’s no going back now. She cries out, whether from pain or pleasure. The moon is the only witness to our secret. To our hunger and pain. To our guilt.

Her pussy clenches like it’s punishing me for every lie I’ve ever told. Every glance I stole. Every minute that I wasted.

“Fuck,” she hisses, her body moving mine into one demented rhythm of lust and hate and shame.

“You take me so fucking well, Blondie,” I growl into her ear, thrusting again and again as my fingers continue to bruise her hips. “You might hate me, Blondie, but your pussy lacks conviction.”

Shiloh’s back arches against my chest, her body pulling against the restraints as she grinds, meeting me each time I drive into her. “Harder,” she breathes.

So I do.

I let my body punish her for simply existing.

My body moves on instinct, anger bleeding into each brutal stroke.

Her wrists continue to pull against the fabric, the bark scratching her chest as she continues to hold back her need to sing for me.

Even right now, the Ice Queen tries to fight what her body has already submitted to.

Every time I pull out, she slams her hips back and takes me deeper.

It’s sick.

It’s wrong.

However, the words spill from my lips. Craving more of her precious hate. “Your hate feels fucking delicious, Blondie.” I rasp out. “Could have fooled me.”

“Shut up and fuck me, Reyes.”

I chuckle at that, wrapping my hand around her neck— not tight. Just enough to control her breathing to tilt her head back, so I can bite into her shoulder. My lips curl against her skin as I thrust again and again. H er body is milking me like it knows this is the last time I’ll be inside her.

My release begins to build, my balls draw tight, and my blood runs like liquid fire. Her pussy clamps harder, her moans turning frantic. “I’m gonna—”she gasps, but she comes before she can finish her sentence.

I want to feel it again. So I hold her there, just long enough to chase mine away. “Do it again,” I demand, pulling back out, making the grave mistake of watching as I push back into her. Shit.

“Come on, Blondie, it’s gonna take more than that to convince me you don’t want this.” I push back in and pull out. “Tell me how much you hate me.”

She shakes her head. Her body is trembling from the orgasm building inside her.

Once again, she shatters. Her hips shaking, legs trembling, her body clenching around me like it wants to swallow me whole.

Only then do I let go, pulling out just as ropes of cum spurt from my tip.

Regretting not filling her up the moment my come splashes onto the ground.

Post clarity nut is truly a bitch. I look up at the moon and instantly regret what just happened, not because I didn’t want it, but because I know I won’t stop wanting it. I don’t say a word as I release her, and like the asshole I am.

I give her a reason to hate me.

Before her words can plead with my heart, I disappear once again, leaving her in the dark.