TRAVIS

This is the third time in three days Viola has cock-blocked me. I’ve never been so riled up in my life and I’ve had it with this stupid game she’s playing. She wants a war, she’s about to get one.

“I swear, Viola.” I squeeze her hips and push her back up against the wall. “If I need to fuck you so it’s out of our systems, then I will.” I fist her hair, tilting her head back so she looks at me. “Is that what you need, princess? Feeling left out?”

“You’re an arrogant asshole,” she spits out, but doesn’t deny it. “I wouldn’t let you touch me with a ten foot pole.” The lines in her face are tense, and I know she’s just as riled up as I am.

“Oh, really?” I bring a hand up to her neck and slide it down in between her breasts. “Then tell me something. Why are your nipples hard as fucking pebbles right now?”

I watch her throat move as she swallows hard. “It’s cold in here.”

I laugh in her face. “Are you telling me if I pulled your panties down right now they wouldn’t be drenched?”

Her lips twitch.

“That’s what I thought.”

“Why do you care anyway? You can’t wait two weeks until I’m gone for you to bring home your stream of girls? Are you really that needy that you need a girl in your bed every night?” she challenges, my hand sliding down her waist and pressing our bodies together. The way she shivers gives her away. She wants it as bad as I need it.

“Liking to fuck doesn’t make me needy,” I say matter-of-factly. “But you wouldn’t know anything about that, would you V?” I taunt, knowing it’ll drive her absolutely insane.

“Fine,” she says, confident and eager. “You want to find out?” she challenges, bringing her hands to the top of her waistline, putting her thumbs inside and dragging her leggings down her legs. I still, watching, as she strips them off right in front of me, practically daring me to go through with it.

She kicks them off and moves to remove her panties next. I feel my cock twitch, knowing it’s well aware of Viola Fisher stripping right in front of me.

“What next, King? Do you prefer bra on or off?”

My jaw ticks, unable to respond.

“Off?” she answers for me, amusement in her tone. “Okay, then.” She pulls her tank up over her head and throws it down on the growing pile on the floor. She wraps her arms around her back, fidgeting to unhook her bra. Seconds later, she slides it down her arms and I watch out of the corner of my eye as it drops to the floor.

“I’m ready,” she announces, as if she’s some kind of prize to collect. Viola Fisher is much more than a fucking trophy. “Do your King magic or whatever it is you do to make women fall to their knees.”

My blood is boiling, and I’m fucking irate. My entire body is tense; half of my brain is dying to bend her ass over the counter and give her what she’s begging for, while the other half is trying to rationalize how to walk away from her.

Finally, I make my choice.

I begin removing my jeans, my eyes watching every calculated move she makes, waiting to see if she breaks. She watches intently as I kick them off, now standing inches from her completely naked. Completely hard.

She blinks, her eyes roaming down to my impressive length. It’s been fucking hard since the night she arrived.

“Well?” She arches a brow. “I’m waiting for your smooth moves.”

I grit my teeth, stepping toward her, and close the gap between us until the crown of my cock presses against the softness of her skin. Placing a palm on the wall behind her, I lean in as I grip her waist with my other hand. “I’ve had just about enough of your smart mouth. You either show me what else it can do or I’ll shut it up myself.”

“No, thank you. I prefer to avoid herpes and considering you were just fucking another chick less than ten minutes ago...”

I cut her off before she can say anymore. “I wasn’t fucking her.”

“I was right next door. I heard.”

“You heard a lot of moaning,” I explain. “That’s what usually happens when a girl sucks me off. It’s enjoyable for both parties.”

“God, you’re so vile,” she hisses.

“You want to see just how vile I can get?” I press the tip of my finger in between her lips. “Suck, princess. I need to see what I’m working with.”

She complies and opens her mouth for me. “Reach down and touch me.”

“No,” she says around my finger.

“Are you going to push me at every fucking opportunity, Viola?”

“I just might.” She nips at the pad of my finger, and I’m quick to remove it.

“Stop being a stubborn little cock tease and put your hands on me,” I demand, with assertion in my tone. “I know you’ve been dreaming about it, V.” I bring my mouth to hers, leaving mere centimeters between us.

“Fuck off, Travis,” she whispers, her mouth tense. “I don’t dream about egotistical manwhores. If I want to touch it, I will, but I’m afraid with all the action it gets, my hand would fall off.”

My jaw ticks, my patience running thin as my dick presses harder against her pussy.

“So goddamn difficult.” I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking it once. “Fine. Give me permission to touch you.” My lips are so close to hers that I don’t hesitate to lean in and run my tongue along her bottom lip. “I want to touch your pussy. Say it, princess,” I command roughly, my mouth against hers.

She presses her body slightly against mine, giving me all the permission I need. I smile against her lips in victory, preparing to crack her once and for all.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise as I lower my hand down her smooth flesh, slowly brushing it over her peaked nipple. Her breath hitches, fighting the waves of pleasure she desperately craves. My other hand explores her soft curves until I land in between her legs. I rub the pad of my thumb over her sensitive bud, and I watch as her eyes flutter closed. Her head falls back with a moan, and I know she’s going to combust before I even insert a finger inside her.

“Is this smooth pussy for me?” I ask, adding more pressure. I lower my mouth to her neck and press kisses down to her collarbone. “Answer me, Viola.”

I hear her suck in a breath before she responds. “Believe it or not, not everything’s about you.”

I scrape my teeth along her neck, landing under her ear. I pull her lobe in between my lips and suck. “Is that so?” I plunge a finger inside her without warning.

She gasps, squeezing her fingers around my arm to steady herself.

“Fuck, you have a tight little cunt. It’s so damn wet.” I look down at her, watching as she rotates her hips, seeking relief. I kiss along her shoulder, wrapping my arm around her and keeping her pinned against the wall. I push in a second finger, her throat opening and releasing a deep, urgent moan.

“Mm...that’s it, princess.” I sink in deeper, rubbing the pad of my thumb along her clit. “Have you come on a guy’s fingers before?” She ignores me, and I grin at the way I’ve completely taken over her. “What about a guy’s mouth? Have you orgasmed that way before?”

“Mm...” is all she says, her hips going wild as she rides my fingers. “I’m tempted to sit on your face just to shut you up.”

“Fuck, princess. That thought already crossed my mind, trust me, but I want to feel the first orgasm I give you. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my fingers, your orgasm dripping down my hand as I finger fuck you harder. So c’mon, Viola. Let me hear you. I know you need it.” Her body is writhing against me, and I know she’s going to burst any minute.

Either she’s holding back or she needs a little extra encouragement. I quickly whip her around so she faces the wall and my chest presses against her. My cock is rock hard as it rubs the soft part of her back. I wrap an arm around her waist, finding my way down her smooth path to her clit. My other hand slides up and wraps around her throat, adding just enough pressure to tilt her head until my lips brush over her ear.

“You have any idea what you’ve done, princess? I’ve spent the better half of my teen years talking myself out of putting a move on you. Then you grew up and despised everything about me, making me want you even more. And now? I want to fuck you so goddamn raw, you won’t be able to walk for a week. But you know what?” I say, pushing two fingers back inside her, her juices covering them immediately. “Even through all the anger and judgment, I think you secretly wanted me, too.”

Her jaw tenses, her eyes refusing to look up at me. “Sorry to pop your enormous ego bubble, but the anger’s always been real. I’d push you in front of a bus if it meant I never had to see your arrogant face again.”

I smile at that, seeing right through her lies. “Tsk, tsk.” My fingers speed up, pushing in and out of her abruptly, her hand slamming against the wall for support. “Your body says otherwise. Your pussy is aching for it. You can’t fight it anymore.”

“My fingers do the same thing,” she states matter-of-factly. “The only difference is I would’ve came twice by now.”

“You have a filthy little mouth, Viola Fisher, mostly filled with lies. I know for a fact it’d never be this good on your own.”

“Vibrators are a marvelous thing,” she says. “And it doesn’t talk.”

My lips twitch, my body getting hotter. “Fuck, Viola...I swear to God, if I didn’t want to taste your pussy so damn bad, I’d fuck you until you pulled your own hair out and your nails were scratched down to nothing.” I curl my fingers in deeper and push her body closer against mine, making her feel the tip of my cock against her. “You feel that?”

I hear her throat hum, eager to scream and plead for relief, but being the stubborn little priss she is, she fights it. If she’s not going to give it willingly, I’m just going to have to make her.

My hand finds her breast, and I pinch her pink, taut nipple, rolling it in between my thumb and finger. Her breath hitches once again, and I know she won’t be able to hold it in much longer. I palm her breast and squeeze with just enough force to make her release a moan.

“Ahh...” Her head falls back, and I know she’s no longer in control, no matter how much she wants to believe she is. Viola Fisher is putty in my hands.

“Mm hmm, that’s it. You’re going to come so fucking hard, princess. Let me hear it,” I say against her temple. “You need it. You’re trembling,” I say, my voice softer this time. I know she needs it as badly as I do.

“Travis...” she nearly whispers. “God, yesyesyes...” Her hips move in motion with the rhythm of my fingers.

“That’s right, princess. Take what you need. Ride my fucking fingers and take it.”

She squeezes her eyes shut and releases the loudest, sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. She squeezes her tight cunt around my fingers and soaks them completely. Being the greedy bastard that I am, I don’t give her more than a second to catch her breath before I rub her clit again.  I thrust my fingers in and out, pressing harder and faster on her sensitive bud, knowing she isn’t done yet.

“Fuck, ohmygod. I-I can’t...” she mutters, her hips rocking faster against my fingers, needing the relief more than she can speak.

“Who makes you feel this way, princess?” I ask, adding pressure. “Tell me.”

She releases another moan, but ignores the question.

“I’m not letting you come until you say it.” I begin retracting my fingers, reminding her who’s in charge.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” she hisses, her breath releasing in short waves.

I tsk at her, pulling my fingers out more. My palm squeezes her breast again, reminding her that she’s completely surrendered to me, her pleasure is mine for the taking.

“You need it, Viola...I can feel how badly you do.” I push my fingers back in just slightly, teasing her until she caves. “So tell me. Who does this to you, princess?”

“Fine, I’ll do it myself.” She reaches down, trying to remove my hand so she can give herself the relief she’s craving.

“Nice try. No amount of touching yourself would ever compare to how it’d feel when I’m touching you.” I grab her wrist and pull her hand up to her chest. “Who knew you’d be so needy?” I quip, resting my fingers back on her. “Now you want to come or not?”

“Yes,” she pleads, her jaw clenching.

“That’s my good girl.” I press a chaste kiss on her neck and work my fingers inside her, deep and fast until she’s unraveling in my arms. She clenches my fingers as my name falls from her lips.

I release her and spin her around, her face looking so damn gorgeous all flushed, hair sticking against her slick skin. She watches intently, her chest moving rapidly, as I suck on my fingers, tasting her. I lick my lips and she releases a soft moan.

“Your move, Fisher.” I grin, walking out and rendering her speechless. Point for the home team!

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VIOLA

Travis is a dead man.

DEAD.

After coming at me like a starved animal, still smelling like another girl’s perfume, I should’ve pushed him away. He was with a girl seconds before finding me in the mudroom, yet I couldn’t find the strength to leave. The look in his eyes was mesmerizing, and when he took control, I couldn’t even think straight.

Not only am I pissed at myself for giving in, but the fact that he left me standing alone and naked after the best orgasm of my life makes me livid. Of course, if this were a fairytale, he would’ve carried me back to his room and held me in his arms the rest of the night, but as we all know, Travis is no fucking prince. No, Travis is a prick, and I’ll get him back if it’s the last thing I do. But I have to make sure that I play my cards correctly, act as if I’m not hurt, act as if everything is perfectly fine, so he won’t see me scheming in the background. I will be the Viola he wishes he had as I destroy him for breaking my heart so many times before. I’ll serve him bites of the poisoned apple he’s been feeding me for over a decade.

I dodged him the rest of the day on Saturday and half of Sunday. I couldn’t look him in the eyes after that. It was a moment of weakness and as much as I tried not to, I slipped and let him see how I really felt. And though I had buried those feelings away, as soon as he touched me, they all rushed back. It’s a moment that almost brings me to my knees when I think about it. It’s easy to sink into the fantasy of him wanting me, taking me, bringing me to the edge and watching me spill over as I whisper his name, but seriously? He left me standing there alone and naked for the sake of a game. What the fuck?

I slept uneasily and wake up with an evil plan to get him back. My emotions are not a violin for Travis to string and play. An eye for an eye, emotions for emotions, until we are even. I had a feeling he was avoiding me just as much as I was avoiding him. Once the door to his room opened and the front door closed, I make my move. I’m sick of him prancing around in practically nothing so I grab his shit out of my trunk and throw it in his room.  Giving no fucks starts now.

I pick up my phone and scroll through the different numbers I have saved. I scroll past Drew, all the kids I tutor, until my phone lands on Jason’s number. I know what I’m doing is wrong. Bringing other people into our war isn’t something I’d usually do but after Friday night, I know Jason’s interested and Travis needs to squirm.

Before I even text Jason, I cover my tracks and text Drew.

I’m going to have a drink or dinner with Jason. Wanted to let you know before you start busting balls.

He texts something back but I don’t even read it. Drew isn’t in control of me. We aren’t kids anymore and I can do whatever and whoever I want.

Instead I text Courtney remembering she flew home today. Did you make it to Dallas okay?

My plane just landed. I was going to text you and let you know! The delays were horrible. I wish you would’ve come with me.

I smile, half-wishing I would’ve went too. I wouldn’t be in the predicament I’m in now. I know. You’ll have fun though. I think I’m going to text Jason for that drink.

The text bubble immediately pops up. I can only imagine the look on her face right now. DO IT!!!! It’s just a drink! Crap, my bag is going around the carousel. Give me all the deets ASAP!

Courtney gives me just the courage I need. A smirk hits my lips as I find the text he sent me on Friday while we were dancing.

It was great seeing you the other night. Want to have that drink?

No time passes before I get a response. Hey babe. What are you doing tonight?

An evil smirk crosses my face as I send a simple text back. I’m free tonight.

Let’s have dinner at Romero’s at 7. I’d love to catch up. I’ll pick you up. Guilt creeps up inside, not wanting to lead him on, but I know it’s the only way I can move on from the mixed feelings I have for Travis.

Perfect. I’m staying at Drew’s. I’ll see you then.

I have hours to get ready but the time passes so quickly. I take a shower and dress into a tight little dress that makes my ass look great. Although it’s fitted, it’s still classy. I add a pair of pearls and light makeup to complete the ensemble. I’m a total class act and happy because I still look like myself, unlike the way I looked the other night.

I grab my phone and plop down on the couch to watch some TV as I wait for Jason to arrive. Travis enters and just stops. He has his keys in hand and wears a shocked expression. I know that look.

“What the hell, Travis? Take a picture and quit staring.”

“There’s the V I’ve been missing.” He smirks, rattling his keys in his hand. “I was worried that girl had vanished.”

“You couldn’t be so lucky. And call me V all you want, I’m not fucking you to prove you wrong,” I say.

A smirk crosses his face but I’m not joking. I’m supposed to be putting on a facade, pretending as everything is perfectly fine, but my heart races when I’m around him, and at this moment I’m feeling as if I’m losing control. He sits, smiles, and leans forward, still staring across the room at me.

“But you want to fuck me, don’t you?” His voice is deep and raspy, knowing it’ll drive me insane.

“I wouldn’t fuck you with my worst enemy’s pussy.”

“Shit, V. I love it when you talk like that.” His lips curl up, flashing his perfect pearly whites.

I glare at him and when the doorbell rings, I get up, leaving him before he can say anything back. I feel his eyes burning a hole into the back of my head as I walk across the room and open the door.

A genuine smile crosses my face as Jason compliments the way I look. He wraps a hand around my waist, pushing me forward, and places a sweet kiss on my cheek. I wish I had eyes in the back of my head so I could watch Travis steam. I may have been drinking Friday night, but I remember the way Travis looked at Jason as we talked and danced. However, I bet it’s nothing compared to the expression on his face right now.

“Do you want to come in?” I ask, gesturing him inside. “I just need to grab my clutch real quick.”

“Sure.” He steps in, looking around.

I turn and see Travis standing hard like a statue. His jaw is clenched tight and agitation is written all over his face.

Good.

“Hey, Travis.” Jason nods at him and then looks back at me. Jason stiffens at Travis’s stance. I pinch my lips tight, hiding the delight I feel at Travis’ reaction.

“We should get going,” Jason says. “Our reservation is at seven.” He checks his watch.

“Oh, right. Sure, yeah. Let’s go,” I say, politely, but I’m obviously stalling. Jason isn’t stupid and takes the hint with a smile and a head nod before he walks out. “I’ll meet you in the car,” he says with a wink.

When the car door closes I shoot daggers at Travis.

“What are you doing, Viola?” he growls. Travis stands his ground and shoves his hands in his pockets. With lips drawn tight into a line, his mood darkens and his cold eyes watch me as he waits for an answer. A million unspoken words are exchanged during our little standoff, but I’m not backing down. And I have a feeling he’s not going to either.

“I said, what the fuck you are doing, Viola?” His volume goes higher and the tone is even harsher.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about,” I say. I’m playing the game, but it isn’t an answer he’ll receive, because I leave without another word and walk to the car.

I can’t fully make out the emotions in his tone but it almost sounds bitter and angry and possibly jealous?

He’s not my brother.

We’re not even friends.

Travis said it was my move. Well, move made. I won’t be a pawn in this fucked up game anymore.