Bad Intentions: A Dark Hockey Bully Romance (Hellions of Hade Harbor Book 1)
Bad Intentions: Chapter 8

The Williams household went to bed early. That suited me fine. I lay in the spare room, staring at the ceiling, and waited. No, not the spare room, not anymore. My room. It was a plain little room, nothing fancy, and yet it was nice in a way I’d never known. An unstained carpet covered the floor, and the furniture was all smooth and unmarked by cigarette burns or scratches. Real living plants dotted the odd surface, and framed photographs of the family hung on the wall. It was the nicest place I’d ever slept in.

Being fostered was a flimsy excuse to get me on the team, but considering my background, it would hold up. I was enough of a charity case to stop anyone from talking shit about the situation, in case they looked like the bad guy.

Eric Williams had no idea he’d let the real bad guy into his house, given him a key, and was letting him sleep right next to his daughter. Ambition was a dangerous thing. Williams wanted that job at the world-famous HHU, and that had made him blind to the threat I posed to Lillian. Little, untouched Lillian. I was willing to bet her hesitant touch on her sweet-smelling cunt was the only one she’d ever felt. The guys on the team would never go against Coach’s wishes and try anything with her, adorable as she was.

I was under no such restriction.

Hell, he was practically begging me to have her, leaving her defenseless and so very close. And Lily herself? She was asking for it, too, with her smart little mouth and mesmerizing eyes.

I tensed when I remembered her eyes on me earlier, seeing every pitiful mark and scar on my wretched body. Had she read the word? I wasn’t sure. She probably had. Whether she had or not, one thing was clear… it was time to show her who held the power in our relationship. It was time to put her in her place, preferably at my feet. Little Lily would look awfully pretty kneeling before me, her big, green eyes wide, her freckled skin flushed as I pushed between her plump lips.

I shifted on the bed, getting hard at the thought. I didn’t know what the fuck was wrong with me. I didn’t get distracted by girls. They threw themselves at me and the rest of the hockey team with embarrassing abandon. Teasing smiles and provocative touches didn’t do a thing for me. In fact, they turned my stomach.

I didn’t like to be touched. I couldn’t stand it, in fact.

The thought of being touched by some blonde with bleached teeth and faux coyness repulsed me. More than anything, it was a serious turnoff. I wasn’t the kind of guy who had to worry about getting a hard-on at inappropriate times, watching the girls at lunch licking lollipops like wannabe porn stars or pretending to drop something in class, casting a teasing look over their shoulders while they bent at the waist to showcase their asses. None of that did it for me.

But the thought of Lillian Williams, untouched bookworm, with her glasses, freckles and librarian energy, lying in bed with her hand down her own cotton panties – that had me feeling all kinds of heat.

In my work for my uncle, I’d had women suggest countless filthy things to pay off their debt. Desperate, wretched things offered in the darkness. I’d turned down every single one. Jack had laughed at me, calling me all kinds of names. The words he threw at me when he was drunk-and at his most honest-were the ones that stayed with me.

“You’re too fucked up for normal women, golden boy. First your hooking mama and then that couple she stuck you with and the weird things they liked to do to you… nah, you’ll never be normal now. That ship has sailed.”

I’d never admit it to him, but he was right. I’d never be normal, and I’d given up trying.

I got out of bed and went to the door, cracking it open and listening for a while. It was silent in the rest of the house. A clock ticked somewhere up the landing, but nothing moved from the direction of Lily’s room. I left mine and headed for hers.

The handle turned easily under my touch. No locked doors in this house, luckily, not that I couldn’t have picked them. This was faster. I stepped inside and soundlessly closed the door behind me.

The smell hit me first. It was caramel and vanilla, with an edge of salt and pines. It was Lily. Every single time I got close to her, starting at Beckett’s party, that scent flooded my senses. It smelled clean in a way I couldn’t get enough of. Pure. It had my mouth watering.

I stood still for a long moment, letting my eyes adjust to the darkness, and then I moved. First, I approached the bed. Lily was a small shape under the covers. I couldn’t make out much. She seemed to be asleep, however, so I went to her desk. Slowly, as silently as possible, I started my search. Lillian Williams might be a very good girl, but I was willing to bet she had something to hide.

I needed leverage over her to even the playing field and feel safe around her. I wouldn’t stop until I had it, even if that meant I had to make it myself.

I checked all the drawers in her desk first. Straight-A student, indeed; I’d never seen so many extra reading books or A+-marked assignments. I found plenty of drawings of bug–she liked to doodle–and notes to her friend, Eve, though they held nothing of interest. Next, I searched her backpack, also coming up empty. I made my way to the bed and quietly dropped to my knees, peering beneath. An old stuffed toy and what looked like running shorts had been kicked under. Nothing else. I sat back on my heels and contemplated the girl sleeping innocently in the bed before me.

If I really wanted leverage, I could pull the covers back, work her oversized T-shirt up, and take photos of her body, then use them to keep her quiet. It was an idea, and one I wasn’t above using, but it didn’t feel satisfactory. It wasn’t real, and I wanted something real. I wanted to know what this girl hid from the world. No one was this clean and perfect. No one.

I put a hand on the mattress and leaned in, bending my head to take a deep inhale of the perfume of her neck. Her hair spread across the pillow like satin ribbons and I stroked it. It was the silkiest thing I’d ever felt. Her scent filled my nose.

Fuck. That was good.

My entire body clenched as her scent rushed into my head, making me dizzy for a second. This room was like nothing I’d ever seen outside of movies. Clean and smoke-free, it was warm and cozy, wholesome in a way that made me ache. What would it have been like to grow up so safe? So loved? It wasn’t something I’d ever know.

I slipped my hand under the pillow as I leaned in closer. The skin of her neck smelled so good, I had to taste it.

Just then, my fingers brushed by a hard object. Excitement shot through my belly as I reached for it and dragged it slowly out.

A journal.

Jackpot.

An hour later, I was back in my room. I hadn’t been able to move while I read the journal. I should have simply stolen it, but the contents had rooted me to the spot. After all, it wasn’t every day someone found themselves the star of the show in the mind of someone who hated them.

I shut the door, wishing I could lock it, and lay on the bed. My phone vibrated with a message, and I quickly checked it.

Golden boy, you’re going to pay for the other night. After everything I’ve done for you, you can’t get rid of me that easily. I’ll see you soon.

Fucking Jack. I should have killed him when he’d come for me with a knife, but I’d promised myself that I’d never kill–not again. Two deaths were enough to weigh anyone’s soul down.

Instead, I’d fought him off, beaten him and gotten the hell out of there before calling Coach Williams. If he hadn’t offered to come and get me right then, I might have gone back and finished good ol’ Uncle Jack once and for all.

I closed the message and opened my photo app, staring at the diary pages I’d just read. Holy fuck. Nothing could have prepared me for the effects of reading Lily’s journal. Absolutely nothing. If a twisted sort of interest in my new foster sister had been blossoming in me before, now it threatened to explode into something else entirely.

Obsession, pure and simple.

I flicked through the photos I’d taken of her pretty scrawled pages. With my other hand, I worked my jeans open. I’d been aching and hard as hell since the second I’d walked into her pretty-smelling room, and I couldn’t take one more second. I pushed my jeans and boxers down my hips and palmed my cock. I could hear her voice reading her words in my head.

I dreamed of him last night. I know it was him. If anyone asked me to my face, I’d deny it, but I can’t deny it here. I dreamed of Cayden West holding me down and pushing inside me, and I woke up wetter than I’ve ever been. Is that normal?

I moved my hand up my cock, circling the head and then sliding back down the shaft. I made my grip tight, just like I imagined Lily’s little virgin cunt would be.

He was holding me down, his hand pressing my throat hard. There were stars behind my eyes, but his breath in my ear was steady. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I knew he was only going to make me feel good.

Just that line had my tip leaking precum. When was the last time someone had trusted me with their safety? Especially someone as perfect and special as Lily? I groaned low in my throat. I couldn’t help it. I pumped my cock lazily from root to tip, lightly arching my hips into the movement.

He touched me all over; his fingers were hard, but they felt so good. Then, he pushed between my legs, and his skin was so hot. When he pressed inside me, he was so big, I could barely breathe. He covered my mouth with his hand, and I couldn’t make a sound. I could scream, and no one would hear. He was breaking all the rules, and no one, including me, could stop him.

Fuck. I was gonna come. I was going to blow my load on my stomach just from reading Lily’s dream journal, and it was going to be the hardest I’d ever come, I could tell. I stroked faster.

He whispered in my ear the whole time he was fucking me hard into the mattress. He told me I was being good for him and I was perfect. He told me I could do no wrong. He told me that no one could stop him, that he didn’t care who saw us, that he’d claim me any time and any place – that I was his property, to fuck whenever he felt like. He told me he’d fill me up with cum and let me walk around school that way, so everyone would know I was his.

I was losing it. The absolute, shocking filth of my Lily’s imagination was driving me forward, and nothing could stop me now. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He used my body for his pleasure, taking me roughly and forcing me to come on his cock, again and again. He made me come so many times, holding me down through it, forcing me to peak until I was shaking, and when I thought I couldn’t take one more orgasm, he came, too, filling me up, just like he’d promised. His cum was so hot inside me – it felt so real.

With a groan that I felt down to my toes, I came. Hot ropes of cum splashed up my hand and across my belly in jets, striping me with white. My cock pulsed uncontrollably, jerking out of my grip, and my balls were as high up as they could go, emptying themselves so thoroughly, I’d have to shower to clean up. I pumped my hand up and down my slick shaft a few more times, until only dribbles of cum were left, leaking from my tip, and it was too sensitive to continue. More sated than I’d ever felt–my muscles felt slack as I relaxed on the bed–I lazily fished the only thing I’d taken from Lily’s room from my pocket.

I knew she’d wear cotton panties. These ones had tiny microscopes on them. They were cute as hell and worn. They smelled divine. I pressed them to my face and inhaled deeply before using them to clean the cum off my stomach and hand.

Starting tomorrow, Lily Williams was going to understand that I finally had something on her. She’d realize that our little power struggle was over, and I’d won.

I owned her ass, and now that I’d read her journal, I was looking forward to owning—and enjoying —the rest of her, too.

Don’t worry, Freckles, I’m going to make all your dreams come true.

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