Riot Rules (Crooked Sinners)

by Callie Hart

The Dark Lord. The Sun God. The Anarchist.

“I cannot have a fucked-up dick, guys. I cannot be walking around with a franken-frank in my pants. If they can’t make it look beautiful again, tell ’em to just let me go. I don’t want any drastic measures. Sign a DNR if you hav—”

“He knew my name. Presley Maria Witton-Chase. He said all four words. Out loud and everything.”

“Stop trying to save me, for fuck’s sake. Just… I want you to be real with me. That’s all I’ve wanted from the beginning. Everything’s a front with you. An argument. A game. A lie. I’m so sick of it. I just want the truth. I just want…I just want you.”

It isn’t as simple this time. Dash is a disease; I’m infected by him. The only way to recover is to take the antidote. Put some space between us. But I don’t want the antidote. I want the fucking pain, and I can’t convince myself otherwise.

“Tell me you did not just let me do that. Tell me you aren’t a fucking virgin.”

“Carrie. This is not how you’re supposed to lose your fucking virginity!”

“What do you think?” he whispers into my neck. “You can feel it right? How hard I am? Of course I fucking want you. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my entire life. I wanna corrupt you so fucking bad, it hurts. It’s taking every ounce of strength I possess not to rail the living shit out of you. I want you breathless, shaking, and painted in my come.”

This is better than gentle. This is the truth. This is how Dashiell Lovett fucks. “Carina. Carina. Fucking hell, Carrie. Fuck.” He chants my name like it’s both prayer and curse. “You’re perfect. You’re beautiful. You’re incredible. You’re mine.”

“Oh, we’re not done, love,” he purrs. “Not by a long shot. It’s normal that you didn’t come your first time. You will, though. I’m gonna fucking make sure of it. I’m gonna show you how. I’ll train you, sweetheart. For tonight, I’ll settle for you coming on my tongue.”

On a scale of one to ten, how unbearable will your friends be when they discover that you not only slept with the girl you claimed you didn’t care about, but that you have, in actual fact, developed some hardcore feelings for her?

Now that I’ve felt her skin on my skin, and I’ve been inside her, and I’ve held her delicate sleeping body inside the circle of my arms, I’m officially screwed. For three years, I walked the hallways and classrooms of this academy without ever noticing her once. Now, Carina Mendoza is all I can see.

He’s extraordinary. He’s an exploding sun. He’s a live wire, humming with electricity. A shot of epinephrine straight to the heart. And I just forgot?

“No fucking way, Mendoza. Your fate’s sealed. You belong to me now. You’re just gonna have to learn to live behind a few locked doors is all.” My heart’s a rabbit, kicking at my breastbone. “And what if I don’t like hiding behind locked doors?” “Oh, you will.” “How can you be so sure?” “Because you’ll be locked behind them with me.”

Oh, my, my. Pretty, fiery Carina. You talk a big game. You want people to think you’re so in control, so wise to the world, when really you’re as sweet and innocent as they come.

“I want more than that. I want your sweat and your come. I want your body. I want it all. But I want the rest of you, too, Dash. I want your mind. I want your thoughts, and your feelings, and your music, and…and…all of you. If I can’t have that, too, then I don’t want any of it. What would be the point?”

“Whatever you give light to will grow, Dash. Feed something and it’ll flourish. Care enough and the fragile thing in your hands will strengthen. I have faith that you’ll give me what you can until there’s more of it to give. That’s all.”

She’s going to go from inexperienced, shy and cautious, to bold, demanding and freaky right before my eyes. There’s no question about it. From her clothes, to her hair, to her personality, there’s nothing vanilla about this girl. She’s loud, and bright, and brave, and I can’t wait to witness her transformation.

“My darkest fantasy…has always been you.” Fuck. FUCK!

“Carina.” Her eyes snap open. “Give me your hand.” Dazed, she complies, offering me her hand, and I guide it down, in between her thighs. “Feel? See how wet you are for me, love? You’ve soaked right through your underwear.” She tries to pull her hand away, but I have her by the wrist. “Don’t. Doesn’t it feel good?” I apply a little pressure, pushing her own fingers down on the wet fabric, and she shudders. “Yes,” she whispers. “Then why stop?” I sit back on my heels, letting go of her. “Rub yourself for me, Carrie. I wanna watch you make yourself come.”

Half the fun of this is the wanting, and I want to keep this beautiful creature hungry. I want her waking up in the middle of the night, desperate for my tongue on her clit and my fingers in her cunt. I want her in a permanent state of arousal, to the point where, no matter how many times she comes by her own hand, it’ll never be enough. She’ll always want me.

LDL IV: I picked the loudest, ugliest colors they had, just for you. Night, Stella.

“If the girls here are foolish enough to call me Sun God, then you are the goddess of the moon. Diana. Selene. Artemis. Luna. My pale and ethereal queen.”

“It’s okay, Stella. We’ll be a permanent eclipse. That way, we’ll always be together.” “That way, the world will always be in darkness,” I argue. He shrugs, flicking my lip with the tip of his tongue. “Who gives a flying fuck about the rest of the world. I only care about you and me.”

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you, sweetheart. I hope you’re ready.” Oh… My… God… Dash Lovett likes to fuck. He likes to tease. He likes to make me scream. He does not like to rush. Over the next hour, he makes me come so hard that I forget what planet I’m on.

“What…was that?” I whisper. The bench underneath him creaks as he spins around and faces me. “What d’you think it was, silly girl,” he says. “It was you.”

“I’d like to tell you something.” My pulse kicks up a gear. “Is it important?” He smiles a small smile, his voice very quiet. “Terribly.” “Then I suppose you’d better go ahead.” His hand rests gently against my neck, his thumb stroking reverently along the line of my jaw. “I am so in love with you, Carina Mendoza. I feel like I might die.”

“Power’s a heady, addictive thing, Stella. It corrupts even the best of people, and I wasn’t even close to good. I was the lowest of the low. Taking power and lording it over others used to make me feel like I was in control. With you, I learned that true power is trust. It’s partnership. Vulnerability. Kindness. Friendship. You showed me all of that. You saved me from a lifetime, trapped in an ugly, vicious cycle that never would have made me truly happy. And for that, I will always be grateful. I never wanted to make you cry. I wanted to love you, and I still do.”