Perfectly Broken

(5) Stranger Danger

[For Mature Audiences]

He dragged me away from the window, Alec and Brooke's smiling faces compressing into ant-sized faces. He turned me away, pushing my back against the side of the house, his arms railed on each side of me, and his body pressed onto mine. His hazel glare bore into me, giving me a jolt of fear.

"Why shouldn't I kill you?" he hissed again, his hood shadowing his face. I bit my bottom lips, holding my tongue in fear he was the kind of guy to do it. I was on his property. He could do whatever and still be within his rights. I didn't need a lawyer to know that.

"I'm sorry, Alec left something at my house and I came to return it," I lied, hoping he's spare my life knowing I knew his step-sisters' boyfriend.

A brow arched at the mention of his name and he stepped back, no longer pressing me to the wall but he still barricades any possible escape. "Are you Emma by any chance?" he asked, his voice no longer threatening.

I nodded, still a bit scared, trembling beneath his hazel stare.

A shadowy smile grew on his face which made me apprehensive that he would still do something to me. "Brooke hates you, you know that?" he whispered in my ear, his warm breath giving me chills. Of course, I knew that; she glared at me every opportunity she had, but would he seek revenge on me on her behalf?

His hand skimmed the length of my body, his breath right next to my ear, his hand pausing in my unmistakably moist spot. What was he trying to do to me? I whimpered when he pressed harder, the memories of Alec and Brooke's intimate moment still fresh in my mind. I wanted to push him off but my body was overwhelmed with ecstasy, wanting to feel like I was on cloud nine.

"So you hate me because your sister does?" I asked, gritting through my teeth, willing my mind to overpower my body.

He snickered against my neck, the sound intimidating and serpent-like in my ear. "I love what my step-sister hates." I took that as a no, his fingers pressing harder, and making me moan. Feeling a grin spout, he skimmed the rims of my jeans and slithered his way inside, making me shudder.

"What do you think you're doing?" I sighed in pleasure. His eyes made me want to fall to my knees and the way his fingers explored my treasure chest didn't help prevent that.

"What I want." He reminded me of Ryan with that comment and a sunk into his trap, growling at the feel of him putting one...two...three fingers inside me. "Someone seems to have gotten wet from watching her best friend bang his girlfriend."

I glared at him, which amused him too much, his laughter reminding me of Ryan. Oh, why did I ignore Ryan's call? I could be over there and not being felt up by some kid—a very experienced kid. "Aren't you a little too young to be knowing these things, Brooke's step-brother?" I took a glimpse of where his hand was.

He frowned, pumping his fingers in me roughly, causing me to gasp in pleasure and pain. "It's Jude and I'm seventeen with plenty of experience."

"Please stop, Jude," I moaned, half pushing him away fruitlessly and half clawing at the side of the house. Instead, he did the opposite, taking off my pants and growling seductively, pumping his fingers in me more.

"Say my name again."

I bit my tongue, still trying to push him off but it felt so good, I was about to drop to his mercy—if I wasn't already there. This is wrong, Emma, I chided myself, he's a complete stranger, you're making yourself look like a slut. What could I do? He was stronger than me and I was on his property, physically and mentally. And after watching Alec and Brooke's s****l acts, I freaking needed this.

When I said nothing, only sighing in ecstasy, I felt him slid off my panties and slowly get on his knees. "Say my name," he ordered again. Suddenly, I felt his tongue on my soaking core and I gasped in surprise, his mouth doing things I thought only Ryan could do. I bit my bottom lip as his tongue swirled around, licking me deep to where my gut was fluttering with excitement.

"Please...oh, please stop," I begged but my tone said the opposite. I noticed he could tell, biting my c**t and causing me to bite down on my scream.

"Say my freaking name." His tongue swirled faster against my pulsating blossom and I wanted so much more...man, what was I saying?! His mouth felt so good though, taking me into a heavenly place only Ryan would take me and it felt wrong, like I was cheating, but still so right. He moaned against my core, causing it to vibrate furiously and I whimpered, clawing at the wall. Slowly, I found myself pushing back his hood and running my fingers through his blond curls, my leg overlapping his shoulder.

"Again, say...my...name." He growled the words against my core and it only made me convulse, moans rupturing out of me, and a jolt a pleasure sparked in me. He bit down once again, this time more harshly, rolling it around between his teeth. I clung to a fistful of his hair at the abruptness, holding back my screams. Zest was all I could acknowledge, his growls vibrating my entrance and I looked down into his hazel eyes. He was begging for so much more. "Say...my...n—"

"Jude!" I screamed, his pleasurable bite making me climax. "Ooh, Jude..." I felt a smile grow on my blossom and he licked every drop of my nectar like it was the most intoxicating drink he'd ever had, groaning.

"Oh man, you taste so delicious." Once he was done, I couldn't even hold myself up anymore, sliding down the wall to his level. I could barely breathe at the pounding of my heart, having such s****l needs met in such an unlikely way and by a stranger at that.

I glared at him which only made him smirk competently. "You're so cruel," I breathed heavily.

"I know." He ran a hand through my hair but I smacked it off, my glare still bleeding into him. The moment I caught my train of thought and common sense, I became infuriated that he would do something like that to me without even knowing me. However, I felt guilty that I enjoyed it to the point where I knew he'd be in my mind for a while, his touch lingering on my moist spot.

"Now why you got to be like that?" he mocked, caressing his wet lips with his thumb. "We just shared such an intimate moment."

"You took advantage of me, that's considered rape."

"You are on my property without my permission, that's considered breaking and entering."

I fell silent, forgetting that for a moment. Why didn't I just answer Ryan's calls? I stomped my feet childishly before grabbing my jeans and underwear off the ground. He grinned, watching me slipping them on with desire enflaming his eyes.

"Do you usually give intruders head?"

"Only the sexy ones." He pushed back his blond strands, sighing when he took a seat next to me against the wall. "And you were too sexy to resist."

I scoffed, pushing up my glasses which made him laugh. "Yeah, right." I rolled my eyes.

He shrugged, looking at me tenderly, causing me to suck in air at how hot he was. Blond strands fell into his shining hazel eyes, a vindictive smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "You are, very much so. Plus, I go to an all-boys school so I got to take what I can get"—I shot him another glare—"and sexy girls like you don't come around that often, so I had to snatch you up." He licked his lips seductively. "And what a catch you are."

I leaned away from him when he tried to kiss my lips. "No thanks. Why don't you go to public school like Brooke?"

He gave a disgusted look. "And deal with that b***h twenty-four-seven, no thanks. At least I get eight hours a day of peace plus she'd have a fit if I did and complain until she got her way. Tell me, does anyone at your school know she has a step-brother?"

I shook my head quickly than I anticipated. "I only knew because Alec told me. I thought you were her...lover."

He looked like he wanted to barf. "Ugh, hell no! Why would you think that?" He winced at my confusion.

"Because Alec thinks she's cheating on him and earlier today, I saw you with her, dropping her off during lunch. It looked very suspicious."

He gave me a dark, conniving expression. "Wow, Alec is smarter than he looks."

I gasped. "So Brooke is cheating? With who? Is it someone from my school or yours?"

He shook his head. "Neither, it's an older man. I dropped her off there today. I can take you tomorrow if you want. She usually meets him after school or during her lunch period."

Hmm, so maybe her little fashion club was just a rouse for her to sneak off to whoevers house yet look like she's in class with no interruptions. That vile woman! How could she do something so despicable to Alec? He was a great guy who obviously cared for her and would shower her with anything she desired.

Warm hands caressed my cheek and peering at Jude's darkened expression, I attempted to smack him off again before he caught my hand. "Just two minutes, please, then I'll give you your evidence tomorrow. I promise it'll only make you feel good." For some incomprehensible reason, I felt like I could trust him, a minuscule of a slither, his eyes asking for one moment of ecstasy.

That was it.

I nodded and in that moment, his lips trailed kisses from my cheek to my neck to my shoulder. The feel of him seemed to fill me with delight, my arms encircling his broad shoulders and pulling him closer. He chuckled against my skin but continued. Damn, I was beginning to feel like a slut. I'd never been touch like this by another man but Ryan.

His hand found the hem of my shirt and gradually made its way to my breast. His fingers flicked my n*****s, making them erect and bruise, tugging them softly then harshly. He lifted my shirt, his mouth trailing kisses to my n*****s before suckling and I moaned at the fervor. One hand rotated my other breast, him squeezing roughly to hear me moan, my fingers intertwined within his hair. I was becoming wet all over again.

He was between my legs but he made no gesture of going below the belt again which I was thankful for. He nibbled for the longest and soon licked my neck and took a bite of my ear. My feverish moans made him chuckle again. I liked his laughter. It was playful yet devilish in a way, making me smile along with him. His hands continued to pluck at my swollen buds, circling them delicately then suddenly halted once I was beginning to feel a rupture between my thighs.

"Well, that was fun," he smiled. He kissed me on the cheek, sitting up, and leaving me in confusion. "Thanks, Emma, I'll see you tomorrow." What the hell was that?

~*~*~*~

The deadly glare Ryan's been giving me all morning, burning my skin and leaving goose bumps on my arms, only filled me with remorse. And I knew he was pissed because he's already punched in a locker, yelled at Mr. Mason getting him a ticket to the office, and has just thrown his fifth paper ball at the back of my head. He was trying to get a reaction from me but I wasn't going to budge.

I felt bad that I ignored his calls last night, trying to keep to Mr. Mason's words of holding off, and then doing indecent things with Jude, a guy I hardly knew. Ryan's hands used to be the only ones who'd explored my body but now he was just the first, no longer my only. How could I look him straight in the eyes and pretend I didn't do what I did? But still, Ryan and I weren't a thing, we weren't dating, we were only s*x friends behind closed doors and enemies in the classroom.

Another paper ball hit me in the back of the head and I had to suppress the urge to glower at his childishness. The teacher was just about to wrap up class and I quickly packed up my thing while she was talking, hoping to scram before Ryan could get to me.

I wonder how he'd feel if he knew someone else had the power to be a s*x friend. Would he consider it cheating? Would he get offensive? Or would he just shrug and use me to conceal his desire for Chelsea? Either way, I wasn't ready to tell him, knowing firsthand what his temper was like. You do not want to be on the receiving end of that!

The bell rang and we were dismissed. I hastily slung my messenger bag over my shoulder and mingled with the crowd exiting, praying Ryan wouldn't catch me. Out in the hall, I tried to do the same and the one second I let my guard down, pausing to look over my shoulder, there he was.

"Emma!" he barked, startling me and the poor individuals around us. Wincing at the brutality of his grasp on my arm, I gulped my fears, and looked frighteningly into his menacing dark hazel eyes. "Why the hell didn't you answer?"

"Answer what?" I asked, playing dumb.

He could see right through me, a sneer capturing his lips. "You want to play games, Throne? Then we'll play games." If I was scared before, I was in total panic mode now. Ever since we started having s*x, he's never called me by my surname and him saying it now meant I was in deep trouble.

He pulled me through the hall towards the janitors' closet and threw me in, my shoulder crashing into the shelf of paper towels and boxes of industrialized soap. The room was small but big enough to fit at least five people comfortably which gave Ryan plenty of room to dominate. He clicked on the light and stared into my eyes, looking like a bull dog about to attack. "Why the hell did you ignore my calls?"

"I...I put it on silent...probably forgot to turn it back on...before I fell asleep," I stuttered.

"You f*****g suck at lying, Throne." He filled in the gap between us and I gasped when his hand surprisingly grasped the back of my neck. It was becoming a struggle to breathe but not because of his hand around my neck but my racing heart at the anticipation of what he would do to me. He smiled demonically as if he could read my thoughts.

"I hope you're ready for your punishment."