I Dare You by Lylah James

Lila Garcia was a minx, through and through.

A dirty, fucking minx who loved to torture me. Payback, she said. Payback for teasing her in the library, payback for daring her to come in public…

My little dragon was quite the vixen.

Lila loved every minute of it, was practically soaking through her panties at the mere thought of my fingers in her pussy.

And now she was playing hard to get.

I remembered the smirk on her face when she dared me three days ago. You can’t touch me. Not until I tell you to. I dare you.

Lila had me chasing after her, practically begging for my cock to be relieved, but she wouldn’t relent. She had me in a perpetual state of blue balls for three days.

She found every way to get me hard and aching for her. I’d been jacking off three times a day, just so I could handle all the goddamn teasing.

Doing her morning stretches, in her tight yoga pants that stretched over her ass like a second skin, she’d deliberately bend over, touch her toes and wiggle her juicy ass when I’d walked past her. Yeah, that almost made me snap.

Or the time she decided to clean the whole apartment only wearing a shirt and panties that barely covered her pink pussy and ass. Oh, and no bra. Her nipples had been poking through the thin layer of her shirt all damn day. I almost busted a nut in my sweatpants.

Lila was well-skilled in the art of torture, and fuck me, I lived for every bit of it.

Loved her teasing smirk… and her gentle smile.

Loved her clawing at my back like a tigress when I fucked her… loved her soft lips on my chest and her sweet caress.

Loved her intelligent brain… loved her dangerous mind.

Her strong will, her unbroken determination. Like two weeks ago…

Lila Garcia was absolutely terrified of cars and driving. But my girl? My fucking girl got her own license. It was a way of getting over her fear, she said.

She did it. I remembered rather fondly. With a confident smile, a fierce attitude and a slight sway of her hips as she had walked over to me and announced she passed her driving test.

Lila was my good days. and the reason my cold heart wasn’t so cold anymore. She was my better half, the perfect combination of angel and she-devil. A mess of gorgeous chaos and beautiful brown eyes, black hair and red lips.

Maybe God – if there really was one, created her just for me. My soulmate. My missing piece…

Oh damn, she was turning me into a cheesy romantic and trashy poet.

But fuck me, I was so goddamn weak at the knees for her.

For her… I’d risk it all.

I walked into our apartment and found all the lights off. “Lila?” I called out.

Taking off my shoes at the door, I left my shoulder bag there and walked farther into the apartment. Our bedroom door was slightly ajar, and the lights were on. I pushed the door open and practically stumbled at the sight in front of me.

I blinked, slack-mouthed, and then choked on my groan.

Lila, the minx, was spread eagle, on our bed, with a fucking wand vibrator between her legs. Her back arched off the bed, and she let out a soft moan. At the sound of my answering growl, her eyes fluttered open, and she gave me a hooded look. Her face was a mask of pleasure, on the brick of orgasm.

I stalked forward, my cock already rock hard. The musky scent of her pussy juices was heavy in the room, and I twitched in my jeans. Goddamn it, this woman was going to be the death of me.

Death by pussy. Yeah, it’d be a sweet death, that’s for sure.

“What are you doing, Lila?” I asked, my voice gritty and rough to my own ears.

She smiled at me, coyly. “Coming.”

I stopped by the edge of the bed, and my eyes lowered between her thighs. I almost growled at the sight of her red, swollen cunt. She kept the wand on her clit, moving it in a small circular motion. Her juices ran down and coated the bedsheet under her. “How many times have you come already?”

Her teeth caught her bottom lip, and she bit down, holding back another needy whimper. “Once… and… Oh, God, I’m about to… again.”

Her legs were shaking, as she raised her hips, grinding against the wand like she would do to my cock. “Oh, oh… Maddox, Oh God… Maddox!”

My control snapped.

With a low snarl, I frantically stripped off my shirt and jeans and crawled on top of Lila. “This ends right fucking now.”

Her brown eyes were laced with unadulterated lust, and she grinned wickedly. “You can’t touch me,” she said. “The dare.”

“Fuck the dare,” I hissed, slapping her hand away from her greedy cunt. I threw the wand on the floor and spread her thighs around my hips, hooking her ankles behind my ass.

Lila didn’t fight me. She just… grinned.

Rubbing my hard length against her folds, my dick was coated with her sweet arousal, and my gaze lowered to the apex of her thighs. I watched as her swollen pussy-lips parted, and her opening was practically weeping with need.

She was so fucking primed and ready.

I clutched her waist, squeezing. That was the only warning she got, before I entered her, thrusting inside in one swift move, burying myself to the hilt.

Lila gasped. “Fuck.”

Fuck, indeed.

My body tensed, the muscles of my back clenching, as I tried not to come from the first thrust. The tight sheath of her pussy was going to kill me. She was so goddamn soft and wet, I easily slid in and out.

“You. Drive. Me. Insane,” I snarled, punctuating every word with a hard thrust.

Lila cried out, her eyes fluttering shut. “Open your eyes.”

“Maddox.”

“Open your eyes, Lila. Look at me.” The threat was heavy and thick in my voice.

Her eyes snapped open, and they were glassy with lust. My cock swelled, as I pounded inside her. She curled her arms around my neck and hung on for dear life, whimpering every time I pulled out and moaning with every deep thrust.

Her nails raked my back, clawing at my flesh. I bled for her. Fucking happily.

Our lips found each other, mad with passion. Crazed and desperate.

Her thighs squeezed my hips, and my fingers dug into her waist, so hard, I knew they’d leave my marks. Good. She needed to be reminded who the fuck she belonged to.

And who owned her goddamn orgasms.

My heart thudded in my chest, galloping like a horse in a race.

Lila breathed my name, moaning it over and over again. My balls tightened, and she had a death grip on me, as she twitched and spasmed under me.

She threw her head back, finding her release with a low moan. Lila never looked more beautiful than she did right now.

I came inside her, our eyes locked together. My cum dripped out of her pussy, running down between her quivering thighs and coating the bedsheet with our mixed essence.

Lila buried her face into the crook of my neck, and her teeth scraped the spot behind my ear. “I won,” she breathed, with a small breathtaking laugh.

God, I loved her.

I fucking loved her.

“I don’t want you to move,” Lila confessed in my ear.

I didn’t want to move either. My semi-hard dick was quite happy where it was. I rolled us over, and we laid on our sides, keeping us locked together. She pulsed around me, her pussy still twitching with the aftermath of her release.

Lila looked at me with sleepy brown eyes and a tender smile. Her black hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead, and she blinked up at me tiredly. Lila still looked so beautiful. Mine.

“You kill me,” I whispered, my lips brushing the tip of her nose.

“You kill me, too.” My chest tightened at her breathy confession.

Our foreheads touched, and my gaze lowered to where her tits were pressed against my chest. Her scars looked red and angry against her glistening, sweaty skin. I traced a single finger over the jagged, harsh lines. She flinched but didn’t stop me. Her scars called to me, and I felt the need to touch them. Feel them. I ran my fingers over her past, tracing the dents and rough edges of her soul.

Her heart thudded against my touch, and I felt it. Felt the echoing pain that still lingered in her heart.

“Does it hurt?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“Not anymore,” Lila replied softly. “Sometimes, it feels like it hurts, not that it really does… but my therapist said that it’s all in my head. It’s kind of like a ghost pain. My body remembers it, even though my injuries are no longer painful.”

Her fingers clasped around my wrist, but she didn’t pull my hand away. Actually, she laid my palm over her chest, feeling her stuttering heartbeat. Her skin felt like velvet against my callous fingers, but I kept my touch tender.

“Do you know what hurts the most, Maddox?” She spoke quietly, her voice barely audible.

“Tell me,” I rasped. Tell me everything, Lila. Tell me every bit of your pain and let me carry it for you.

She let out a small humorless laugh. The pain in her voice was so heavy, my chest tightened in response. “It’s the fact that I will never be able to find justice. For myself. For my parents. I’ve long accepted that fact, but it still pains me.”

My head lowered to her breasts, and my lips skimmed over the harsh, white and pink lines. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there when you needed me.”

Lila dragged her nails through my scalp. “Don’t be silly.”

“No, I should have found you sooner.” I kissed down the length of her scars, brushing over every inch of raised and marked flesh. “If I knew you were out there, I would have come looking for you.”

Lila let out a small cry and pulled my head up. Her lips found mine, and I tasted her salty tears through our kiss. Don’t cry, little dragon. Don’t cry.

Her tears were my undoing.

Her pain decimated me.

My heart withered, as she cried softly against my lips. She kissed me like I was the oxygen she needed to live, like I was the very air she breathed.

Our kiss, filled with torment and desperation, burned through my soul and branded me from the inside.

Hours later, I stayed awake, watching Lila sleep. My thumb caressed her bare hips, feeling her soft skin. I couldn’t stop touching her, couldn’t bring myself to pull away and disconnect our bodies.

My lips feathered across her cheek. “I know you don’t need a knight,” I said, listening to her slow, even breathing as she slept. “But I want to be your knight. There’s a need inside me. A fierce need to protect you. To keep you safe. An intense need that seems to push me to be a better man. It’s my driving force. You are not the damsel in distress, but I still want to be your knight, Lila.”

I wanted to protect her… but by protecting her…

My Lila knew me too well. She could tell something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell her.

Not now, not yet. Maybe not ever.

Some truths were better left unsaid; some lies were better told to protect, and some secrets were better meant to stay secrets.

I needed more time with her, to love her longer, before everything would fall apart…

Because if she ever found out the truth, Lila was going to hate me.