“Don’t you know, Rogue?” I asked while lifting my finger up and placing it against my mouth. His eyes grew hooded as my lips parted, and after letting out a moan, I began sucking on it. I swirled my tongue in a sensual move, then removed my finger with a pop before trailing it down between my breasts. I felt sexy with his eyes on my body. After parting my legs even more, I slipped my wet finger along my cunt, teasing him with a front row ticket to something I wasn’t going to let him have. “The best things in life are worth fighting for,” I finished in a husky voice before yanking my hand back, catching him off guard when I cut the show short.
Then I lunged for him. Shoving him back with the force of my entire body, I settled on his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. The back of his head collided with the window, and I yanked on his brown locks, exposing his neck before biting down. Hard.
I sucked at his skin as he jerked his hips up with a groan, his hard erection digging into me, and I laughed huskily. Pulling his hair harder, I peppered kisses along his jaw before sinking my teeth into him again, this time into his bottom lip. Our kiss felt more like a fist fight, with punishing hits, colliding teeth and tongues, and both of us looking for the upper hand. He broke away first, and I hated how much I wanted the kiss to continue.
“Show me what you do with your little college boy, Scar,” Rogue challenged as he thrust up. My head nearly collided with the ceiling of the car, but he bumped that perfect spot, teasing my clit with tension, and I bit my lip to hold in a moan.
There was fire in his eyes, an unspoken dare to see how far we could take this. I trailed my fingers down his chest until they landed at the button of his jeans. Unclasping it, I slid down the zipper, making sure to brush my knuckles along his erection.
Rogue Kelly moaned. The sounds coming from his chest turned primal as I dipped behind the waistband of his jeans and boxers to pull out his dick, already slick with precum. It was thick. Good god, he was huge. I trailed the protruding veins with the tip of my finger, lightly scraping a path with my nail.
“You gonna stare, or are you gonna do something?” Rogue asked, though his voice was laced with that smokey tone that he’d used in his backyard when he’d kissed me.
My eyes flashed to his once more. “Why do I have to do all the work?”
I knew what he was doing. He was testing me. Seeing if I would react like the bashful virgin that I really was. But I liked keeping him guessing. Maybe Godfrey had rubbed off on me, or maybe I just never did like to back down from a challenge. Rogue wanted to call me on my bluff, but now that I wasn’t shying away, he was unsure if I was lying or not. Plus, the game had changed. It wasn’t just him taunting me sexually. I was taunting him too, and we were both enjoying it. We both liked a little fight.
I glanced outside through the tinted windows and saw that we were only about ten minutes from his estate. While I was distractedly staring at the historic houses towering over the street, Rogue lifted me off his lap and slammed me down onto the bench seat, making a puff of air escape me.
In the next second, he’d shoved his jeans and boxers down and yanked out a condom from his pocket. Pulling the rubber over his cock, I tried not to think about why he kept condoms in his pocket. Rogue wasn’t mine. Jealousy was a pointless emotion where he was concerned.
He wasted no time in bracing on top of me, pressing my body into the leather. We didn’t kiss again. It skirted intimate, and neither of us could handle actually feeling something about each other. Instead, he positioned his cock at my entrance, looking at me with that devilish grin that I used to dream about. “You gonna tell me the truth now, Scar? You gonna tell me how this pretty pussy is untouched?”
He inched closer, barely breaching inside of me, and I whimpered. I balled my hands into fists and pounded at his chest, pushing him away, and then in the next second, I wrapped my hands at his neck and pulled him back.
I placed my lips at his ears, darting my tongue out against the sensitive part of his flesh before whispering the words I hoped would destroy his ego. “If I were untouched, you think I’d let you be my first, Rogue Kelly?”
He immediately pulled back, his expression a mixture of dark anger and greedy desire. Narrowing his eyes, he moved his hips, bumping against my entrance once more. “I think you’re half ready to beg me, Scar.”
A gasp escaped me, and another thrill raced down my spine. How far could I let this game go? How much more could I handle? Did I want him to stop?
“Say it,” he ordered maliciously, just as he pushed closer, pressing against that barrier that held my innocence to remind me of his challenge.
My pulse was racing, warning me that once we went too far, there was no going back. Why the fuck did that idea excite me so damn much? “Say what?” I asked before pressing against him, daring him to take this all the way.
“Tell me you’re a virgin. And then tell me you want my cock to fuck your pussy. Admit that you want me,” he demanded, his voice hard. “Me. Not anybody else.”
“No.”
Rogue shoved his hand up my shirt and grabbed my breast, kneading my flesh in an almost painful way. I arched my hips up to meet him, panting as he pressed dangerously farther. One exhale, and Rogue would be inside me. One fucking exhale.
“Tell me, Scar. Tell me you aren’t the Trash Whore everyone thinks you are. You’re an innocent, inexperienced virgin, and the only cock you want inside of you is mine.”
My body locked up. Every muscle, every goddamn cell in my body, froze at those two little words.
Whore. Trash.
Shame filled me, and I immediately shut down. I slapped his hand at my breast away. I needed him off of me. I needed distance. Rogue must have seen the change in me, because his own gaze faltered for a split second, so quick I’d almost missed it. I pushed against him more, desperate to get out from under him, but the bastard didn’t budge. This was still a game—still war—for him.
Feeling frantic, I stuttered the first thing I knew would end this game. “Fuck! I’m a virgin, okay?”
The moment the words escaped my lips, I felt like screaming. I still wanted to win. I wanted Rogue Kelly to finish what he started, but I didn’t want him to think of me as the trash every goddamn person at Smith Academy kept calling me.
Rogue stalled his movement and then smiled down at me cruelly. “Now, Scarlett. That’s what I like to hear.”
I braced both my hands against his chest and shoved again, pushing hard until he was off me. Glancing outside, I saw that we were pulling up his driveway. What was left of my yoga pants was on the floor and I scrambled to slip them on, avoiding the long tear in the fabric that traveled down my thigh.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked as the car parked, but I didn’t answer him. He wanted to take the trash out? Fine. I’d be out of his goddamn life.
Chapter Eighteen
“Scarlett!”
There was a fire in my step as I rushed out of the car and up the stone steps to the Kelly estate. The slice of thigh that was exposed from the tear in my pants felt like a brand.
I almost fucked Rogue Kelly. He was right that I’d always wanted him, but the jackass didn’t have to rub it in my face and act like it was a stupid crush that wasn’t reciprocated. But then, did I really expect anything different? Before things went to shit, I’d been trying to work up the courage to make a move. Since our kiss in eighth grade, there had been nothing else between us except flirtatiousness, but I had that with all of the Heirs. I would’ve even risked fucking up the group dynamic for a chance with him. Maybe it was stupid, but I’d always thought it would end up being Rogue and I at the end.