My mistake was evident in the brow Devlin arched. “You can fuck her now.”
“What! No, I just—” I threw my arms up in frustration. “I just want to pee.”
Devlin crossed his arms while Reese let out a chuckle.
“Oh, let her go. Maybe she’ll play nice tonight.”
“Yeah, sure.” I snorted, but quickly changed it into clearing my throat when Devlin arched his brow. “I mean… I’ll totally play nice.”
Devlin shot me a deadpan look. “No, you won’t.”
No, I wouldn’t.
“Fine.” He tipped his chin at the bathroom door. “Go before I change my mind.”
I hopped off the bed and skipped across the room before he had a chance to second guess his decision.
The last thing I heard before I closed the bathroom door was Reese muttering, “Fuck, I know that look.”
Once I was safely hidden away from prying eyes, I let out a breath, then took my time. Peed, washed my hands, brushed my teeth, and fluffed my hair out of the braid. My hope was that they’d be gone when I walked out.
My hopes were immediately dashed.
I opened the door to a sight I never thought I’d see. Reese was bent over the bed with Devlin behind him, plowing into his ass.
“God damnit,” Reese snarled while throwing his hand back. “Use more lube.”
Devlin pushed his face down on the mattress. “Shut the fuck up. You’re the one who wanted to let her pee.”
I did the only thing I could: tiptoed back into the bathroom and shut the door.
My way of avoiding what was happening out in my room was to shower, which was when I noticed that my ass wasn’t the only thing bruised. There were deep purple fingerprints on my thighs, and my wrists looked like I’d lost a week-long battle with handcuffs or binds.
Then there were the bite impressions. I gave up trying to count those. Devlin didn’t just take me. He marked me. Everywhere I looked, there was another spot proving what he’d done to me.
To say I was pissed was an understatement. He was lucky he wasn’t there when I walked out of the bathroom. Pen or not, I would’ve stabbed him for sure.
There were plenty of other sharp things I could use. Like the letter opener glinting on the dresser. Why else would someone put something like that in a room if not to be used as a weapon?
I did think about giving Devlin a little leeway when I saw the bra and panties lying on my bed. But then I remembered that he was the whole reason I didn’t have any underwear in the first place. Besides, what he left was a lace thong. I did not do perma-wedgies, and I definitely didn’t do lace.
I still put them on, though. It was better than nothing. Beggars couldn’t be choosers. They could, however, put assholes in their place.
Oh, and I was going to put Devlin in his place. If he thought my pyjama choice last night was bad, then he was about to learn how bad my outfit choices could be.
I put on the nicest pair of jeans I had. And by nice, I meant tight, dark, and full of rips. I paired those with a white silk crop-top that had a plunging neckline. Then I took time putting on my make-up, dusting on just enough color to give me the smoldering smoky eye effect. My sex kitten look was topped off with a pair of hoop earrings and a high ponytail.
Was I taking things a little too far? Probably. But what the fuck was Devlin going to do? Nothing.
I had class to attend. And according to Angus, education was important. He made a big stink about the poor quality of public schools. I highly doubted he’d be impressed if I blew off his “perfect” private lessons.
Meaning, Devlin could eat shit and watch me walk around all day with nothing but a white strip covering my bra. I couldn’t wait to see the look on his face. Asshole thought he could tell me how to dress. Well, I’d show him.
Fuck Devlin.
If I had any doubts about whether the retaliation I might receive would be worth it, those disappeared when I walked past Wyatt in the hall. The second he saw me, he hunched over and started choking on the muffin he was eating.
Yup, I totally nailed it.
