It makes me question everything about him. His motives for what he said to me downstairs in the laundry room. Why he brought me up here. His interest in me is giving me whiplash.
“Move,” I demand, placing my hands on my naked hips. “Now.”
He shakes his head slightly, making a tsking sound. “Oh, princess, princess—”
“Quit calling me that,” I shout, my hand coming up to slap him.
His head snaps to the side, and I place my hands over my mouth, gasping. Time seems to stand still. I’ve never hit anyone. God, how I’ve wanted to do that to him a million times, but I didn’t dare do it.
Panic knots my stomach, and I know I have to do something. “Colt, I’m—”
He reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair, cutting off my apology, and drags me across his bedroom.
“Colt!” I scream his name, trying to fight him off. But he’s too strong, and I can’t reach behind me to shove him away. He bends me over the side of his bed, pressing me facedown into the mattress. He stands behind me, bending over as well, pinning me under him. “Co … lt,” I whimper, my hands now digging into his comforter, trying to push myself up, but he’s on top of me. “Please.” I gasp, tears stinging my eyes. He’s still got a hold of my hair, and he’s holding on so tight it stings. “Please.” I sniff as they spill over my bottom lashes and run down my face. “I’m sorry.” I lick my wet lips. “I’m sorry … please …”
Letting go of my hair, he gently brushes it off the side of my face, and I begin to sob underneath him. My mind is trying to understand why my pussy is wet and begins to throb when I feel his hard dick against my lower back.
“See, princess.” He slides his hand to wrap around my throat and grips my chin, holding my head in place and lowering his lips to my ear, whispering, “You’re learning already.”
My eyes spring open, and I sit up, looking around his bedroom. I learned a lot in this room. Our parents were out of town for three days. He spent that entire time pushing my body in ways that I didn’t even know existed.
Then, when they returned, he was back to the dick he always was, in the language that everyone else understood. Like I never crawled across this floor, drool running from my mouth, begging him to fuck me in ways that made me disgusted with myself.
It got worse after that. Thankfully, he never looked at me while at school. Actually, school was my only safe place. The only friend I had there was Tatum. Colt hated that too. She’s Alex’s little sister. So wherever she was, I was.
Getting up, I turn off the light and shut the door, forgetting that I ever gave Colton Knox anything but satisfaction for being his slut.
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WALKING INTO OURhouse, I listen and soak in the silence. Which is odd for a Saturday night. Maybe the guys went out to a party or something. Who knows? I don’t keep tabs on Colt. He does whatever the fuck he wants with whoever he wants.
Deciding I need a drink, I go to the wine cellar that’s off to the right from the garage. It’s large enough to be a fucking bedroom. Why he thought he needed a house this massive is beyond me.
Pulling a bottle of wine down, I pop the cork and grab a glass from one of the cabinets. Pouring the wine into the glass, I accidentally fill it all way to the rim. Thoughts of pouring it over my naked body and sending a picture of it to Colt does cross my mind. The shock factor alone would be worth it. I’ve never sent him pictures of myself. Hell, we don’t even text or call one another. But I guess I don’t need to when he’s got fucking videos of me on his phone.
My cell ringing in my pocket has me pulling it out. “Hey?” I ask when I see it’s Tatum.
“You found it.”
“Yep.” I go to take a drink, but it’s too full. So I lean over and slurp it off the top.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
“Getting my drink on. Want to join me?”
She sighs heavily, letting me know she’s fighting with Billy. “The house is quiet, which can only mean the guys are somewhere else fucking shit up tonight. Come over. We can have a sleepover. Scary movie and drinks on me.”
Her laughter grows. “You twisted my arm. I’ll be there in ten.”
“See you then.” I hang up and pocket my cell. Then I turn and look over the wine bottles, trying to think how I’m going to get four bottles upstairs to my room without having to make several trips.
CHAPTER SIX
COLTON
ISIT IN the driver’s seat of a blacked-out Cadillac Escalade. Finn sits in the passenger seat, playing a game on his cell. The sound of gunfire is giving me a headache.
“Fuck yeah—Die. Die, you motherfucker…” He practically comes off his seat while screaming at it.
