I stick my tongue out to lick it but stop myself. This isn’t for me. I’m a lot of things, but I’m not a selfish lover.
Lying on my left side, I prop myself up on my forearm, facing her. I push the wet hair from her face. She’s smeared all my cum on the bed along with what was left of her makeup, but it’s still wet from tears. “Look what you did,” I say, holding the bottle in front of her. “You made another mess.”
She manages to calm her cries, looking at me. “Colt, please.” Sniffing, she adds, “I need to stretch my legs.” Her eyes are red and puffy, nose running.
I wish I had recorded that. I’ll make her do it again another time and record it so we can watch it together while she’s tied up sitting beside me. She’ll beg me to touch her, and I won’t until I’m ready.
I run my thumb through the fresh tears running down her face. “Lick this clean, and I’ll untie you.”
She nods once and sticks out her tongue. I hold the bottle in place and make her shift around, smiling while she struggles to get the right angles as her tongue curls around the neck of the bottle, licking it clean.
“That’s it,” I say, pushing hair back from her face, and her eyes find mine while her lips close over the top, and she sucks it into her mouth. I groan, my hard cock reminding me that I could use her mouth again. Or her ass. It’s been a while since I made her beg me to fuck that.
Instead, I pull the bottle from her mouth with a pop, grab her face, and slam my lips to hers. She opens up for me and lets me taste her.
I deepen the kiss, shifting position and forcing her onto her back. Head tilted to the side for me to devour it. Pulling away, I don’t say anything. I just get up, untie her, get dressed, and grab the wine bottle, leaving her lying there.
Making my way downstairs, I enter the formal dining room and see our parents haven’t returned yet. I frown at that. I’m curious as to what the fuck that phone call was about. And I wanted them to catch us. I’m ready for the world to know that Little Miss Raylee Adams belongs to me. Just because I know it’ll piss her off.
CHAPTER FIVE
COLTON
I’M SITTING AT the table when Raylee enters the formal dining room and plops down beside me in her seat. Her mother and my father returned several minutes ago asking where she was, and I said she had excused herself and went upstairs. They both seemed to have bought it.
Her mother frowns, looking over Raylee to find she’s washed her face that is now clear of everything I did to her upstairs. Her bleach-blond hair has been put up in a wet, messy bun.
I did that!
I fucked not only her pretty face, but her tight cunt as well, and she had to shower afterward. My eyes drop to her hands that rest in her lap and see the marks left from my belt wrapped around her wrists. It makes me smile.
“Honey—”
Pushing her chair back, she stands, grabbing her purse, and interrupts her mother. “I need to go home and get some rest. I’m not feeling well,” she lies.
“I’ll have Janet box up your dessert to take home,” Tiffany offers.
“I don’t want it.” Walking around the table, she gives her mother a hug.
“I better get going too.” I abandon my plate and get to my feet. I already had my dessert upstairs.
“No,” Raylee snaps at me, making her mother frown. “I mean, don’t leave because of me. You can stay.” She tries to cover herself, but the way her eyes are burning into mine confirms she’s only leaving because of me.
Ahh, did the pretty princess not like how she felt when I treated her like a dirty slut? Her body craved it. Her pussy was soaked, and her mouth was willing. She needs to get used to it. Things have officially changed between us. She’s letting Nate get inside her head. And I won’t allow that.
“I need a ride,” I remind her with an arch of a brow. “My car’s in the shop.”
Her jaw sharpens, and she looks away from me. I can see her body shaking. I’m not sure if it’s from anger or from the orgasms that I gave her. I’m sure she hates herself just as much as she hates me. It turns me on so much. I’m still hard.
Fuck, I want to throw her on this table and rip her clothes off.
“Plus, you had that entire bottle of wine. What kind of stepbrother would I be if I made you drive after that?”
Her eyes fall on the wine bottle that sits in the middle of the table. I brought it back down here for her to see how good of a job she did at cleaning it. Not a single drop of cum on it.
I watch her cheeks go red, and she drops her eyes to the floor.
“That’s so nice of you, Colton.” Her mother smiles at me. “Thanks for looking out for my girl. I worry about her.”
