Page 48 of Brutal King

I tried to pull my hand out of his grip. “Oh, what do you know, Kobe? What do you know about anything? About anything having to do with me? Once upon a time I might have listened to you. I might have trusted you. I might even have confided in you. If you remembered me at all from 7 or 8 years ago. Does summer camp ring a bell to you? Were you even there at all? Did you even remembered what happened between us? Based on how you’ve treated me from day one that I’ve been here at your father’s Academy, you don’t even remember me. You and I didn’t even know each other, let alone had feelings for each other. I would have listen to you if you acted like you remembered us. But now? Now you’re nothing to me, Kobe. And now your opinion means nothing to me. Nothing. We’re not even friends. Just class partners. So your opinion of me or Trent or anything means nothing to me. Now, let go of me.”

“Kat...” He held onto me with both hands, refusing to let go.

“You’re the one who shut me out,” I said, struggling to break free. “You’re the one who ghosted me, without reason, without explanation... just... one day we’re friends and the next we don’t talk to each other for years... until I show up here. And I think we both remember the kind of welcome you gave me.”

“You don’t understand, Kat. I...”

“You bet I don’t understand. But I understand this; telling me what I can or can’t do? Bullying me for no reason. Bullying Layla. No. That ends now.”

He pulled me to him and backed me up to the wall. His eyes were hard and angry, but also pained and confused.

“Didn’t you ever stop to think that there might be a reason?” he said as he pressed up against me. “Didn’t you ever stop to think for a second that this might be hard on me as well?”

“Don’t play the victim in this scenario, Kobe. Whatever the reason might be, you could have let me know. We could have talked about it. At least then I would understand what was going on between us. But you just cut the ties...” I used my fingers as scissors. “... just like that... and I’m out of your life.”

“Believe me, I wanted to tell you. You have no idea how many times I thought of contacting you. How many times I just wanted to talk to you... like old times. But I couldn’t. I can’t.”

“You can’t or you won’t,” I shot back. The pain of all those years, not knowing, wondering why... it all came flooding back. “You hurt me, Kobe. I trusted you and you were my friend, a good friend... and you hurt me.”

“I can’t explain fully why I did what I did. But can you just believe that I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped wanting you.” He gently ran his fingers along my cheek.

“Stop it, Kobe.”

“I lost a friend back then, too, remember. You were my friend. We hung out together. Damn, Kat, you were my best friend. Things just got...”

“Got what? Was it someone else? Another girl? Kobe, we weren’t even dating... not really. That kiss. It was just a childish kiss. I would have understood. Or at least I would have known what had happened. We still could have remained friends. Instead, you just kicked me out of your life... completely.”

His breaths came in hard spurts as he looked at me.

“Why, Kobe? You can tell me why now, can’t you?”

He leaned in to kiss me, hard.

“Kobe,” I started. I tried to resist him, but let out a moan.

His kiss only became harder, more determined. Tears stung my eyes as I reached out to hold him to me. My lips reciprocated despite my anger, kissing him back with a passion I’d completely forgotten I’d ever had.

“Believe me now?” he murmured through the kiss. He pressed his chest harder against me, crushing my breasts. And his hard-on; that massive hard-on. He lowered himself slightly and pressed his hard dick against me. It nestled perfectly at the crux of my thighs, effectively pressing into my clit and making me dizzy.

“Kobe, we really shouldn’t,” I said, though I didn’t believe a word I’d said. I wanted him. I wanted all of him.

He reached up under the skirt of my dress and tugged down my panties. They tickled their way down the length of my legs and settled on my feet.

“This whole thing has been driving me crazy,” Kobe said. He pulled his zipper down with one hand while he yanked up the skirt of my dress with the other.

I gasped as his bare rod glided between my thighs and he stroked my wet core.

“Kobe,” I whispered. My fingers raked through his hair as my lips sought his. “Oh, Kobe.”

I clamped my thighs tightly together as he stroked the length of his hard cock against my eager clit, thrusting up and down against it like he was fucking me. OMG.

“I want you so bad,” Kobe groaned. He thrusted harder and faster until I was moaning and trying to open myself up to him.

“No, not yet, not this time. It’s all about you, Kat,” Kobe whispered hotly into my ear.

I knew it wouldn’t be long before I reached the summit. When I couldn’t hold on any longer, I shuddered before I came, climaxing just as Kobe’s mouth crashed against mine, swallowing my cries of ecstasy. It was so good. He was so good. Everything about him.

I clung to him, kissing him, hugging him and when my orgasm swept over me, I held him tighter, never wanting to let him go. “Yes, Kobe. Oh, yes!”

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