It All Started with a Lie

Chapter 6

Her features fell to stone as her eyes narrowed in on me. I was fairly used to that look by now. "Yes, so I can better ignore the sound of your voice." Her lips twisted, her eyes dark. "You are just so much more enjoyable when you shut up."

I laughed, sliding my hands into my pockets, an action that only seemed to piss her off more. "If you hate my voice, why did you push me out here? That desperate to get me alone?"

"Of course, less people out her to stop me from castrating you."

"And taking out your ridiculous earplugs?"

"I plan to enjoy the sound of your screams," she said with such a serious face I could only hope she was kidding. "I'm sure you understand the joy in it," she smirked, "can't imagine Tommy was too quiet when you rearranged his face." She knew exactly how to get under my skin, and the cheeky grin on her face told me how much she enjoyed it. She crossed her arms over her chest, pushing up her breast. "What? Don't like to remember yourself covered in his blood."

I grit my teeth, my jaw straining. "Better than pigs blood."

She snarled, stepping so close to me so that her perfume wafted over me. And I was enveloped by vanilla. "You asshole! We both know damn well it was your fault. I could be a Beta Sigma Xi girl right now if it weren't for you."

If she knew the full story, she'd knw she was never going to be a BSX girl. "They didn't want you!" We were both yelling by this point, but thankfully the music inside the house was too loud for anyone to even notice.

"You liar." She shoved my chest, stumbling into me. My hands instinctively reached for her hips to steady her despite the anger building in my chest. "I was going to be one of them. They would have loved me." She looked at me with a stare I'd seen so often since knowing her.

There was something appealing about seeing her like this, her face flushed, misty eyes staring up at me, lips pouting. A look she only got when she was screaming at me.

Everything might be so much easier if I could just tell her why I did what I did, but that wasn't in the deal, or maybe it wouldn't have been easier. Maybe I would have told her and she would keep her promise of castrating me. "They avoid you like the plague!" They were all too jealous of her to ever like her.

"Like you're doing any better. Your whole frat is terrified of you."

Better that than have them walk all over me. "At least they still talk to me!" My hands, still firmly holding her, tensed, only succeeding in tugging her closing towards me.

Her hot breath fanned my neck as she panted, her eyes darkening to a cold stare. Every ounce of my body told me to look away, I was too pissed and not in the right state of mind for this. I needed a release, and staring at her only irritated me more. We grow quiet for only a moment as she thinks of another insult to throw my way. I think of taking this opportunity to walk away before I do something to make her hate me more but her gaze is too captivating to pull away from. I couldn't seem to stop staring, not until she huffed again and grabbed the collar of my shirt, pulling me down and capturing my lips with hers. My eyes grow twice their size, my breath halting in the back of my throat. This is not where I expected our conversation to go. But I can't say it's not something I'd never fantasized about. I'd watched her dance, pull her ankle above her head, and wondered what it might be like to have her legs on my shoulders while I fucked her so hard she screamed my name.

My eyes fell shut as my hand traveled down the delicate fabric of her dress from her hips to her ass, down her thigh. I pushed her against the brick wall and guided her leg up and around my waist.

Her vexation radiated off of her, from her lips to mine, as she ran her tongue against my bottom lip. I could feel every ounce of hatred in her touch, and it was unraveling. Her hands ran through my hair as I lifted the silk of her violet dress, my fingers finding the edge of her lace panties. Lace. It becomes apparent that she came here tonight looking for this, whether specifically with me, I didn't know. Perhaps I had just been lucky enough to be in the right place at the right time.

Despite being tucked away, shaded by the darkness of the night and the shadows from the pergolas, she doesn't waste any time, because any one of my brothers could find us at any moment, and her actions become desperate, her hands falling to the buckle of my belt as she struggled to undo it. She ripped it off, tossing it to the ground. "Pants off, now," she demands.

I do not have to be told twice. And as if to tease me more, just as I enter her, she groans a soft and breathy, "I hate you."

Her words only intensified how amazing she felt. "I know." God, do I know. She was right though, way better when we shut up. 

A/N
Hi lovies!

Happy Friday the 13th!! In October at that.

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Rachelle <3