Glass Heart Hero: A Dark High School Romance by Lindsey Iler (read with me .TXT) 📗

“Delaney,” I whisper, walking out of the shadows of the stairwell.

Her head jerks to the side, her eyes rolling at the sight of me. “Don’t you get it. I don’t have the energy for this.”

“What’s bearing down on your soul that you don’t even have the energy to give me shit?” I move to her, our legs brushing. “Because the Delaney I know doesn’t hesitate to fight me.”

“The Breaker I know doesn’t treat people like shit.”

“If you’re referring to your little boyfriend, let’s get a couple things clear. I don’t consider him people. You may see something redeemable in him, but to me, there’s nothing worth saving. If we’re talking about you, then you’re right.” I cup her cheek like an old habit. “Now, tell me who you came here to fight for. Him or you?”

“Does it even matter?”

“You bet your beautiful ass it matters. If you’re here for him, then you can fuck off. If you came to this party for you, then we can talk.” She leans into my hand, silently admitting what I feel isn’t a lie. The lust and attraction are dancing between us.

As if she catches her misstep, she darts from the couch and runs down the hall. I give her a second, then follow. The doors are open except for one. I pause with my hand on the doorknob, and after a couple of heavy breaths, I twist it, open it, and slam it behind me.

Delaney jolts from the intrusion. “What do you want me to say?”

Before she can whisper another word, I cross the room, placing my hand on her neck. Our bodies collide, and I move forward, stopping when her spine hits the portrait on the wall. The glass squeaks under the weight, but we don’t stop. Delaney’s hand, soft and deliberate, covers my wrist that has complete control of her.

Feeling every breath she takes beneath my fingertips is an experience. We’ve hooked up more times than I can count, but as she stands with wide, slightly scared eyes, it seems different. Exhilarating and fascinating, mixed with dangerous and yet perfect.

Unable to stay away, my lips crash into hers. At first, she’s reluctant, but within what feels like half a second, her mouth moves against mine. The kiss is sloppy, untamed, and everything we are.

I release the hand around her neck, guiding it down her body. She whimpers like she misses the control I’d held for a short time. Her arms close around behind my head, and I lift her off the floor, pinning her against what I hope isn’t an expensive painting. We’re about to destroy it.

With my hips tight against her, I hold her in place, grinding my cock against her. She whimpers with every small movement.

“I hate you,” she whispers against my lips, reiterating the words I’d written to her in class.

I palm her ass and carry her across the room, tossing her onto the mattress. Her body bounces and jolts. She gazes up at me, watching me tug my shirt over my head.

“Do you think I fucking care?” I toss the shirt at her chest. “Like I said, I fucking hate you, too, baby.”

Chapter Eight

Delaney

Used as knives, words slash and mangle our flesh in quiet cuts, for no one but us to see. We try our hardest to hide their effect. The second you let your guard down, your mask to slip a bit, you give someone the ability to dig deeper.

I’ve allowed my mask to slip.

“What, Delaney? Does that bother you?” Breaker falls forward, catching himself at arm’s length from me. His hair flops around, begging me to run my fingers through it.

I manage to control myself, tucking my hands behind my back. The position isn’t comfortable, although it does its job.

“What are we doing here?” I ask the obvious question, running my sight between our nearly connected bodies. He does the same.

Breaker slides away, aligning his lips with my stomach. He nibbles and kisses a path across my skin, sending electrifying chills through my body.

“What does it look like we’re doing?” His fingers hook around the strings of my underwear, dragging them down. Could he go any slower? His eyes twinkle in the dim room, like he knows exactly what I’m thinking. “I’m torturing you.”

“Why?” I moan the question as my black satin panties hook on my foot. “What purpose does this serve? You want me. I want you. Why make it any more difficult than that?”

“Contrary to what you might believe, your body isn’t enough for me,” Breaker argues. “You’re only giving that part over to me, and I’ll take it for now, but it won’t be enough for long. At some point, you’ll have to tug up those big girl panties I just took off and make a choice.”

“Hence the gauntlet.”

“Fuck the gauntlet, Delaney. The gauntlet’s a stupid game. It means nothing. It’s an over-the-top pissing match between two boys who think they know what’s best for you. The real game is happening right now, in these moments between us and, as much as I hate it, the time you spend with Tripp.”

“If that’s how you feel, then I’ll ask you again, what do you get out of this?” I ask.

He crawls up my body, entrapping me. As he lowers himself, I glance away, far too afraid to look him in the eyes when he speaks. Whatever he says, it won’t matter. I’ll eat up every word.

The side of Breaker’s mouth presses into my ear. “What don’t I get from it?”

My head turns at his question, and his lips find their rightful place against mine. His tongue swipes the crease of my mouth, reminding me of the way he’s lapped up my pussy time and time again.

Nothing about Breaker is selfish in the bedroom, or if I’m lucky, outside either. He’s feverish with his touch, never leaving a single inch unattended.

“It is killing you, not knowing whether or not you were the last person inside of me,