Nefarious Boys: A Dark High School Romance (Broken Saints Society 3) Read online

  Nefarious Boys

  Broken Saints Society

  Leia Thorne

  Copyright © 2019 by Leia Thorne

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  Contents

  Quote

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Epiloge

  Also by Leia Thorne

  About the Author

  Quote

  Do not tell secrets to those whose faith and silence you have not already tested.

  ~Elizabeth I

  Chapter 1

  Gage

  True power.

  Unadulterated love.

  The moment Sawyer submits to me, her mouth colliding with mine, I come alive.

  I have studied every groove of her lips; I’ve memorized their supple pout. I’ve played this scene a thousand times in my head, imagining the feel of her, her tongue slippery against mine, her breath mingling and caressing—and every fantasy pales in comparison to this moment.

  I am a greedy man. Bent on possessing her through this one kiss.

  Our lips osculate in time, the beat of our mouths opening and closing in sync. Every heartbeat is a thunderous crash as her lips close against mine, a swelling tide of fervent emotion as she once again opens to me, welcoming.

  Sawyer is mine.

  Her first kiss belonged to me—and I’m determined to erase every instance before now as if all those other kisses never happened. This is the only kiss that counts.

  My fingers splay into her hair and twine, tilting her head back farther. My lips ache, the kiss hard and punishing and demanding more.

  Her teeth capture my bottom lip and sink into the fleshy tissue, drawing blood.

  The sharp pain breaks us apart. I lick my lip, tasting the erotic mix of metallic blood and Sawyer’s sweetness. She’s breathing hard, her green eyes ablaze as she stares up at me.

  Just as I desired to see her in my fantasies, the Sawyer of my most carnal dreams is a darkly divine vision. Those sea-green eyes smeared with mascara from her tears; her pink lips swollen from my brutal kiss.

  Pure ecstasy.

  The temptation to consume her is damn near overpowering. I’m trembling with barely restrained need as I detain my urges, wanting to draw this moment out between us.

  See, the bell tower is a sacred place. It’s our place. Three years ago, I brought Sawyer here to profess my love. I lay myself bare, I stripped away all defenses for a chance to be with her…

  And her rejection destroyed me.

  I have avoided putting myself in this very humiliating position ever since, having vowed to conquer every damn thing and one I’ve wanted—and I have. I truly have obtained everything I’ve desired…except her.

  Sawyer has always been my heart’s unattainable yearning.

  Until now.

  Here, with me, in our sacred space, it’s as if the hands of time have wound backward, giving me a second chance to set it right.

  I cup her soft face. Swipe my thumbs across the tear tracks staining her cheeks. Her breath touches my mouth, the pull to take her lips again bangs like a drum inside my head, and the violence of this moment becomes overpowering, my lust for her unbearable.

  My hands slip from her face. I curl my fingers beneath the shoulders of her silver dress.

  “Gage…” The questioning tone in which she says my name is a lance through my chest.

  Having already unzipped the dress back, I clutch the delicate material and yank the dress down her body.

  My breath becomes ragged as I stare at her half naked form. “Do you think one kiss is enough to sate this hunger?” I demand.

  She doesn’t cover her body. Her breasts exposed, those tiny, thin black panties barely shielding her from me, the black guarder straps clasped to those sheer thigh-highs… She’s a pinnacle of sin, and she stares back at me boldly, daring.

  “Is this how you want me?” she asks, her tear-streaked face creased in anguish.

  I grasp the nape of her neck and draw her body against mine. “I’ve wanted you in every possible way,” I say, my voice low and lethal. “Passionate and willing. Angry and unforgiving. Tender and docile…” I tilt my head, angling my face as I get closer to hers. “I should force you to your knees right now and shove my cock down your throat and make those tears useful.”

  Her neck pulses with her forced swallow, her heartbeat thumping against my palm. “Will that satisfy your craving?” she asks. “Will that be enough?”

  My jaw locks hard, teeth gritted. My thumb travels to the front of her neck as I search for the height of her pulse, as if my body can discern her lies like a physical lie detector. “Tell me you don’t want this between us,” I say, “and I will back away.”

  Her mouth parts, those flushed lips quivering. “Gage…” My name is a plea, but it’s not a no.

  I bend at the knees and grasp the backs of her thighs as I lift her into my arms. I push her up against the stone wall, hoping the rough edges scrape her skin raw, just as she’s scraped me raw from the inside out.

  Her whimper whispers over my flesh like a lover’s caress, urging my hands to seek out the barriers between us. I crush my body to hers, my fingers threading around the thin elastic along her hip. I grip the seam of her panties and tear them roughly away.

  The snap reverberates around the stone encasing us, my nerves fraying with the sharp sound, freeing my restraint and the monster within from his cage.

  “There’s no such thing as enough,” I spit the words. Then my mouth is on hers, swallowing her moan as I thrust my rock-hard erection against her bared pussy.

  Her hands roam under my tux blazer, her fingers deftly pushing the jacket off my shoulders. I tug my arms free as she works the buttons of my dress shirt open. Then Sawyer is touching me. Feeling her soft hands graze my chest ignites a flame along my skin. Like striking a match and setting kindling ablaze, there’s no turning back now.

  The fire roars.

  Whatever happens tomorrow… Mrs. de Pont. The investigation into Lesley. Remi. Roland. The Broken Saints… It’s all a distant rumble, the threat of the strike too far away to be feared.

  Our lightening is crashing right here in this tower.

  I plant one hand against the wall above her head as I bear down against her, the fingers of my other hand shredding her sheer thigh-highs as I claw closer to her. The distance is torturous. My face creases in a pained expression as I try to fuse our connection.

  My hand brands her flesh, welding us skin to skin.

  Her tongue darts out to taste me just as deeply as I’m devouring her. Logic and restraint shatter as my control is wrecked. If being with Sawyer is my downfall, I’m begging her for my ruin. Just one taste…to quench a lifetime of thirst.

  As her hands roam down my chest, over my flexed stomach, my muscles contract at the feel of her fingers working my zipper down. Then her hand slips between the slat of my boxers. My breath hitches as she tak
es me in her hand.

  Just one stroke…and I come undone.

  I push off the stone wall and carry her to the center of the tower near the beam-encased bell. Her dress makes the only adequate blanket as I lay her down, but at this point, I’d fuck her hard and raw against the ancient wood.

  Her fingers dig into my hair as I work my way down her body, trailing greedy kisses along her skin, tasting every inch of her along my progression. I bury my face between the juncture of her thighs, grasping her leg and bringing it over my shoulder to get as close as possible.

  “Oh, my god…”

  Her voice stirs every elicit longing inside my being, and I’m a slave to her pleasure. My tongue laps at her sweet clit, a shiver coursing over my skin as she becomes sopping wet from my touch. I taste her juices with a dark groan, my cock throbbing painfully to be inside her.

  I slip one finger inside her walls, and look up at her. “I want you to say it,” I tell her.

  Back arched off the floor at the feel of my finger pushing deeper, Sawyer’s barely audible as she says, “I can’t…”

  I push in deeper, finding that erogenous spot that sends her higher off the floor. “I need to hear you say it, Saw.” I dip down and suck her clit into my mouth. Then: “Tell me to fuck you.”

  She turns her head to the side, hand going to her face to cover her eyes, as if she can block this moment from her mind. She can’t. We’re here. This is happening. But I fucking refuse to go one step further without hearing her say she wants me just as badly as I desire her.

  I stand, towering over her as I shed my pants and boxers.

  My cock is rock-hard and pulsing as I stare down at her naked body, beautiful and all mine. I lower myself and crawl up her body before I capture her wrists. I pin her to the floor, forcing her to look at me.

  “You’ve always wanted to make me the bad guy,” I say, my voice ragged with tortured need. “You’ve wanted me to force myself on you, take what I want…so you can twist it in your mind, like you didn’t have a choice.” My gaze rakes over her strained features. “That’s why you’ve pushed me over the years, Sawyer. Tease after relentless tease. Making me suffer.”

  Her mouth parts. “That’s not true.”

  A mocking laugh falls from my mouth. “Isn’t it? Look at where we are—where all your sordid toying with my head has landed us.” I grip her wrists tighter, and she winces, writhing beneath me and driving me mad. I grit my teeth at the feel of my cock pressed hard to her pelvis. “This situation is fucked up, dear friend, don’t you think?”

  Her swallow slides along her slender neck, drawing my attention to her exposed breasts. “You’ve made this happen,” she says. “You’ve chased me for years, ruthless in your pursuit. You won’t be satisfied until I give you what you want, Gage. Then…” She tries to turn her head, but I grasp her jaw and force her eyes on me.

  “Then what?” I demand.

  She lifts her chin defiantly against my hold. “Then I’ll finally be free of you.”

  A disgusted twinge strikes my stomach, and I release her wrist and sit back on my heels. Her knees spread before me, her bare pussy tempting me. I drive a hand through my hair with a frustrated groan.

  “You fucking bitch,” I seethe. Before she can retaliate, I grab her thighs in a punishing hold and shove her legs apart, sliding my fingers inside her in one merciless move.

  She bucks off the floorboards, gasping at the onslaught as I thrust three fingers inside her. I ram my hips against the backs of her thighs, my cock stroking her tender pelvis. “Is this what you want?”

  She claws at the floor, her nails digging for purchase as I batter against her. “Yes… Just take my body, Gage.”

  Anger flares within me hot and fast. Take her body…but not her mind. Not her soul. A little sacrificial lamb to placate the monster. But what she’s too delusional to understand is that she’s every bit a monster herself.

  I finger her harder, feeling her walls clench around me. “You hate me,” I say between thrusts, “but you hate yourself more for wanting to be with me. Admit the truth, Sawyer. For fucking once, admit it.”

  She shakes her head against the floor. Stubborn as ever.

  My nerves collide in a heated war—my head and heart clashing. “Fight me,” I say, my voice gravel. Her eyes pin me with a fiery glare. “Strike me. Hit me. Wail on me if it helps. Tell me how much you loathe my touch…but own your goddamn truth, you self-righteous bitch.”

  This gains her full attention, and as I lower myself over her, seating my cock along her slick clit, Sawyer rears up against me and her hand connects with my face.

  The sting of her assault is fuel to the demon begging to be released. I latch on to the back of her neck and draw her off the floor. Her thighs slide along mine as I seat her right up against my cock.

  She slaps me again. “You fucking bastard.”

  My mouth tips into a cruel smile. I rub my cheek, then yank her closer to me, my hand clamped to the nape of her neck. “Say it,” I breathe the words, daring her.

  “I hate you…” Her fingers curl into a fist as angry tears leak from her eyes. She batters my chest, my shoulders, and as the rage mounts, her strikes become wild. I crush my mouth to hers, swallowing her fury.

  Her hands beat against my back as our kiss intensifies. Her angry threats muffle into a slow moan as we drown into each other. Her nails dig into my skin as she rubs her soaking wet pussy along my hard shaft.

  So close… In one swift move, I could lunge inside her…and this would all be over. But it’s her full admittance and submission that I desire the most.

  I pull away, my eyes wide and fierce with need for her. “Just say it, Sawyer, and make this pain end for the both of us.” I grind against her with painfully slow moves, the friction between us devastating, and she shivers in my arms.

  “I don’t want to need you…” she admits.

  My eyes seal closed as I rest my forehead against hers. “Let me inside you,” I whisper over her lips. “End my torture, baby. End yours.”

  She shakes her head, over and over, capturing her lip between her teeth.

  “We’re too depraved for them,” I say to her. “You know it’s true. Just give in to us. Stop fighting me.”

  I feel her pussy clench against my cock, and it’s fucking torture. This is the closest I’ve ever been to Sawyer…and somehow I’ve never felt more distant. She’s blocking me out; trying to make this all physical.

  But our bond is soul deep.

  All she has to do is submit.

  When her green eyes alight on me, really seeing me—here, in this moment—she finally relents. An orchestra sounds off in my head. Her hands move to my shoulders as she rises up. I cup her lower back, staring up at her like she’s a goddess. As she comes down on top of me, a slow, punishing descent, testing the last thread of my restraint…she slips me inside her.

  The tower disappears. The darkness encases us in a hidden trove where only we exist. I’m inside Sawyer, filling her completely—and every fucking level of control disintegrates.

  “Oh, fucking hell…” I thrust up as I bury my face between her tits. Cupping her shoulders, I slam her down against me, my cock pulsing with need for more. My balls tighten painfully, and I’m trembling…my muscles on fire.

  Our movements become frantic as we cling to each other, her hips wildly riding me, and I’m out of my head. All I can smell, taste, see, feel is her.

  “Fuck me, Gage,” she says against my mouth. And it’s so damn raw, hearing my name fall from her lips in a request to take her wholly.

  I’ve wanted her in so many ways…so many positions…I’ve envisioned this moment a million different ways. But all I want right now is her beneath me. I have Sawyer lifted and in my arms, every muscle straining, as I force her to the floor and bury my cock deep inside her.

  I hook my forearm under her knee and drag her thigh up, so I can slam inside her sweet pussy repeatedly, nothing to hold me back. Her nails rake my back, and I
hope she’s drawing blood. I need to see the proof as we tear each other apart from the inside out.

  “It’s too much…” She arches beneath me, her face pinched in the most beautiful display of suffering and sheer, carnal bliss. “Hold me down,” she commands. “It’s too much to feel.”

  I do as she demands, gripping her wrists above her head, as I rock into her with long, hard thrusts, never letting up as the tension builds. My chest feels like it’s about to explode, but I don’t stop—I fuck her harder, my plunges rough and unyielding.

  And oh god…when I feel her tighten around my cock, I’m half tempted to pull out, drag this moment out as long as possible. But making Sawyer come has been my deepest yearning, and I’m not holding back now.

  I don’t have to ask her how she wants it, how she likes it. I’ve committed a torturous study into her body’s wants and demands; all those painful times I stood by and witnessed Rush fuck her, or even Emry or Palmer. I made a study of when to pick up the pace, when to slow, when to push harder….where to touch her.

  I reach between us and rub her clit with my middle finger. The right side; because that’s the most sensitive. I work the swollen nub in steady circular motions with my knuckle as her hips undulate, rising up to meet me every time I thrust deeper, harder inside her.

  Her fingers grip my hair, her eyes squeezed tightly closed. “Look at me,” I say.

  She doesn’t open her eyes right away. Instead, she attempts to ride the wave detached—but she’s all mine in this moment. She won’t deny me this. I palm her clit and capture her mouth in a brutal kiss.

  Her moan vibrates through me, sending an arousing shiver coursing through my body. And when she starts to shatter—her whole body contracting and pulsating around me—I meet her there; I crash against her. A harsh groan wrenches free, my thrusts decimating her insides, as I come in a violent release, my orgasm ripped from the bowels of the deepest abyss.