Tiny Dark Deeds: A Dark High School Bully Romance (Court Legacy Book 3)

Sloane

Bru: I made it over to Callum’s. And please don’t worry about me. I’m fine. He took me in. I’m at his house in town, and I’m good, I swear, so please don’t worry. Focus on you and what you have to do.

Bru: Sorry for being selfish.

Bru: We’ll send someone for my stuff.

Bru hadn’t been selfish, but he had sent someone for his stuff. A guy came over right before Ramses and Royal (Dorian’s dad) were about to pile into the car with a fleet of security to go physically get my brother. Bru’s text had come shortly before that.

I needed a drive.

I found myself standing outside of Godfrey’s Chevelle around midnight, but all I did was stare at it. I hadn’t driven the car since it’d been delivered to us, and it felt weird now to.

It was my kidnapper’s car.

I physically stared at it for so long I didn’t notice when I was no longer alone in that garage.

Not until he took my keys.

I glanced up to brown eyes and a boy who smelled too much like raw heat, his hair fingered through, his letterman jacket on over a thick hoodie. Ramses and Brielle had let the dark prince stay over tonight, but I think only because things had been so fucked up. His lips parted. “You going somewhere?”

This was obvious, but maybe it wasn’t. I mean, I was just standing outside my car. I glanced at it. “It’s his car. Godfrey’s?”

He stared at it too, his expression tight. He pocketed my keys before taking my hand and pulling out his own.

It turns out he wanted to drive.

We drove for a long time, him and me. A soft heat flew through the vents while the dark prince gripped the steering wheel of his Audi, no words exchanged between us. He didn’t tell me where he was going, and I didn’t ask.

I just let him drive.

At some point, he did the responsible thing by calling Ramses and Brielle. He told them I needed some air, and that he’d taken me to get it. He’d gotten some resistance, but not much before the call ended, and those were the final words in his dark ride.

“Can I take you some place?” Dorian’s eyes were on the night ahead, his Audi’s headlights flooding the bright snow. We’d only had a few inches earlier today, the evening clear now. He looked at me. “It’s not far from here if you wanna go.”

I didn’t care where he took me, my knees up. At this point, I was just trying not to fucking cry. I mean, I’d begged my brother to come back after he’d left. Called him. He’d ignored the calls, and the texts I’d gotten had been his last.

I nodded, my breath shallow and fucked up. I glanced away so I wouldn’t cry.

Dorian took me to a cemetery.

Rows and rows of tombstones filled my vision, the dark prince’s path an intentional one. He traveled the paths with the ease of one who’d been here before. Maybe many times.

We eventually stopped.

A large memorial towered ahead, several of them. Dorian got out, and I did too, and together we headed over toward some of the biggest. I saw familiar names on pretty much all of them.

Prinze.

This was obviously his family’s plot, and he took my naked hand in the chilly air, guiding me around snow-covered tombstones and memories. I had no idea what we were doing until, well, I did.

Charlie Gregory Lindquist.

“This is Charlie,” Dorian said, his breath husky and puffing around him. The tip of his nose flushed, his lips red and doing the same. His fingers danced with mine. “This is my big brother.”

The breath stopped in my chest, our fingers lacing when he guided me over. He placed me in front of himself, physically presenting me to the memorial.

“Charlie, this is Sloane,” he said, not looking at me. He hadn’t once since we’d gotten here. He squeezed my shoulders. “She hasn’t lost her brother, but she probably knows a little bit what this feels like so…” He didn’t have to say what, glancing down at me. He smiled a little. “This is probably weird. Morbid?” His head shook. “Probably dumb I took you here.”

It wasn’t dumb. Not at all. I looked at the memorial. “Hi, Charlie.”

Dorian chuckled, his hand squeezing his eyes before he put his arms around my head, their weight on my chest, the muscled heat cocooning me. He hugged me close. “I’ve been wanting you guys to meet.”

I was glad he did, my hands rubbing his arms. “I don’t like that I know what this feels like.” Like I was being carved from the inside out with a dull spoon. I closed my eyes. “I hate that I know what this feels like.”

Dorian’s mouth touched my head, his breath steady, close. It probably took a lot for him to take me here, and it definitely wasn’t the same as what he’d gone through.

It probably felt close.

I hadn’t been the only one to beg my brother to come home. Ramses and Brielle had called him too, and though he’d answered them, his words had been what he’d emphasized before he left. The situation wasn’t working for him. He needed time, and he couldn’t do that here. He told them to tell me he was fine and I shouldn’t worry. I’d see him at school, and I needed to worry about myself.

But how couldn’t I worry about him?

I didn’t know how long we stayed at Charlie’s memorial. Could have been minutes. Maybe even hours. I just knew eventually it got so cold I couldn’t feel Dorian’s arms around me anymore, and that was when he said we should go back. We got in the car to find missed texts from both Ramses and Brielle, Ares too. No one else knew we were gone since it was so late, so yeah, there was that. We told them all we were on our way back, but we didn’t leave the cemetery right away. I sat in the heated car with Dorian’s arm around me.

“I wanted to tell you Bru was talking to him,” I said out of nowhere, playing with his fingers. My lips pursed tight. “I think I was ashamed. Your grandfather was so good to us and a friend to him.” I swallowed. “A friend to me.”

I looked up to already find him staring down at me. He glanced away. “I get that.”

“It feels like a betrayal to think that. Say that,” I said. “Bru doesn’t think your grandfather’s that man he used to be. He trusts him.”

And I did too.

Dorian’s hand covered the back of my neck, squeezing. “He has only been good to you and the kid, and I do get that.” He wet his lips. “He’s been there for you.”

His voice sounded haunted saying that, pained. I didn’t want to hurt him by talking about this, but it was the truth.

“He was someone you could rely on,” he said, his fingers brushing my arm. “There is no betrayal, and honestly, I’m thinking the only thing I know about my grandfather these days are facts of the past and other things I’m still not ready to talk about.”

He’d mentioned that there was something, but he hadn’t said it had anything to do with his grandpa.

I squeezed his hand, and in response, he tipped my chin.

“You would support me,” he said, smirking. His thumb touched my lip. “You are your dad’s daughter.”

This didn’t feel like a bad thing. Ramses was such a good guy. He was great.

The dark prince guided me onto his lap, my knees touching his leather seats. He opened my coat, and I gasped when he palmed my breast.

“You make me better, you know?” His mouth touched my chest, his fingers tweaking my nipple through my dress and bra. “You make things not so dark.”

He did that to me too, everything about him perfect for me.

“I hate that I love you,” he admitted, exposing my breast. His tongue flicked my nipple, and I sucked in a breath. “It should be better than me. For you it should be better.”

He hugged me close when he eased my coat off, my dress up. He was rock hard between my legs. He rocked his hips up, and heat pooled between my thighs. 

“I’m fucked up, Noa,” he said, forcing his fingers beneath my underwear. He braced my ass cheeks. “But you don’t make me that way. You make me so much better.”

I tugged him to look at me, his face flushed, expression serious. “You make me that way too.”

“I wish that was true.” His smile didn’t reach his eyes, his fingers sliding into my heat. My breath was shallow as his thumb flicked my clit. “But I’m too selfish to let you go.”

He added another digit, past the knuckle and to his Court ring. He slid both in and out of me with his other fingers, and I gasped again when he bit my lips.

“I want you always to see me like this.” He sucked my lip in, nibbling. “The guy who makes you fucking come. The one you bleed for.”

How could I see him any other way?

“The one who gives you heaven, hell, and everything in between.” He shoved my dress up and off, unclasping my bra. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, and when he bit down, tears pricked my eyes. He grinned. “But you love that shit because you’re as sick as me.”

I was sick because of him, gloriously fucking sick. My hand hit the top of his car, my hips rocking against his jeans. My breast, heavy and weighted, fell out of his mouth with a pop only seconds before he latched onto the other one. He pressed a hand against mine on the ceiling.

“But never your nightmare, Noa,” he rasped, his eyes closed as he suckled my chest. “I’ll be your hell, but never your nightmare. I can’t be your fucking monster, Noa. I can’t…”

His voice broke, his eyes wild, when he forced his coat off, then rolled up his shirt. He tossed it off, his thick shoulders roving tight with toned muscle, his abs flexing, his body flushed. He hugged me close between firm arms, and I called out when he slammed his jean-clad cock against me.

He cut off the sound with a firm grasp to my throat, his hand tight and grip unrelenting.

“You can’t see me that way,” he breathed, fusing our mouths together. He pressed hard. “Your monster. Your nightmare.”

He wasn’t that way. He wasn’t. I shook my head. “I don’t see you that way.” He’d shown me his darkness, but he’d also shown me that heaven. He was a good person. He just had problems in his life like me.

He said nothing, only kissing harder. He unbuckled his jeans, forcing them down.

“I love you,” he said, stroking himself. Lifting me up, he guided his length along my slit. “Even if I shouldn’t or I’m not good enough to, I do. I can’t stop it. I need to love you. I need it for me because it does make me better.”

He kissed my chest, my eyes burning. I didn’t understand why he was saying these things, and I made him look at me.

“You’re not a monster,” I said, shaking my head. I fingered hair away from his eyes. “You’re beautiful.” He was my dark prince, yes.

But he was also my saving grace.

I’d seen his face when I thought I’d been about to die in that warehouse. It’d been his grin I thought of and hoped to God I’d get to see again.

“I saw you when Godfey took me,” I said, gasping. “I saw you when I thought I was about to die because I thought I’d never see you again. I did, and that terrified me.”

His mouth parted, his eyes scanning mine. He glanced away, but I forced him back.

“I need you with me,” I said, guiding him inside me. He closed his eyes, and I pressed our mouths together. I bit his lip. “I need you. I love you.”

His hips moved, slowly at first, and mine did too. We held onto each other, breathing each other in and out.

“I need you too,” he admitted, his hips slamming harder, faster. He held onto my ass, his abs clenching, sweat rolling down his chest. He sucked my tongue into his mouth while he used the steering wheel to keep me pinned, thrusts powerful but kisses tender.

So tender.

Our tongues moved in a slow duel, my hips slamming as equally hard into his.

“Promise me you’ll always see me as this,” he gritted, his head shaking. He hugged me, fucking me so deep. “I’m only this for you. The one who makes you come and the one who bleeds for you. Today. Tomorrow. Forever.”

Forever.

“I promise,” I said, my arms gripped around him. I bit his neck, and he roared, his thighs jutting forward in quick succession. Heat exploded in my belly the same time he flooded deep inside me, his body stiff and fingers biting into my flesh. His head touched the seat in a gorgeous tousle, lengthy spools of blond falling back, his eyes closed. He even came beautifully.

His eyes opened, and he wet his lips before kissing me again. He sucked me in, and I drowned within his depths. I didn’t know it was possible to love someone so much after hating them. He wasn’t just heaven.

He was a miracle too.