“Get everyone off the property,” Finn orders, coming to join us on the porch. He was much slower than me coming to see the show. “We don’t need an audience watching us take care of her.”
“No,” I disagree, not taking my eyes off her.
She’s got her head cocked to the side, her long bleach-blond hair over one shoulder. She usually curls it, but it’s straight tonight. I imagine walking over to her, wrapping it around my fist, and dragging her into the house and up to my room, where I tie her facedown to my bed and beat her ass with my belt. Tears running down her face while she begs me to stop before I fuck the bitch out of her. Then leave her there, face covered in my cum, unsatisfied and humiliated. That would teach her a lesson. But I also know she’d enjoy that.
“No?” Finn chuckles. “Seriously, man? She just set your car on fire.” He points at it as if I don’t see the flames engulfing it.
Choosing not to explain myself, I ignore him, and my eyes drop to her red heels and run up over her tan, toned legs. She wears a pair of black jean shorts frayed on the bottom with a black V-neck T-shirt. Simple yet so fucking attractive at the same time. Raylee is the devil in a woman’s body. She’s vindictive, manipulative, and incredibly fucking sexy. It’s a sin really to look that good. And I should be ashamed of how obsessed I’ve become with her.
“The girl is fucking crazy,” Jenks mumbles, walking out of the house with a cigarette between his lips while he lights it. His jeans are also undone, but at least he has a shirt on.
“Where the hell were you?” Finn asks him as if he would have been able to stop her.
“Getting my dick sucked.” He takes a drag from the cigarette and blows it out. “Where were you?” he counters, and Finn just lets out a huff without responding.
“What did you expect?” Alex sighs, turning his attention to me. “You released that video. We knew she’d come after you.”
I stand, anchored to the porch. If I make one move, I’ll fucking kill her, and there are too many witnesses. Even I wouldn’t be able to buy my way out of a murder charge with all these motherfuckers recording right now. No, I’ll get my revenge later. When we’re alone. On my time. My way.
She slowly makes her way across the driveway. One hooker heel in front of the other, head held high, shoulders back, pushing her large chest out, and her hands on her narrow hips. While she walks up the stairs, my eyes stay on hers, smoke billowing around her from people throwing water on the fire. The lights from the house make her crystal blue eyes shine, and I hate that my cock is hard, and it has nothing to do with the naked woman on the floor in my bedroom.
“Boys.” She greets my friends, coming to a stop in front of me but doesn’t look at them standing next to me. Instead, her eyes stay on mine before dropping to my exposed chest. “I hope I didn’t interrupt you.” Her red-painted lips pull down slightly for a brief second as if the thought of pulling me from a woman would make her sad. But when her eyes lift to meet mine again, a devious smile spreads across her face, telling me how she really feels about what I was in the middle of. “Shouldn’t have shared that video.”
I lean forward, and she doesn’t retreat. No, that’s one thing about this bitch. She’s not afraid of anything. I get close enough to smell the smoke lingering on her clothes from what’s left of my car, and whisper, “That video is nothing compared to what I’m going to do to you.”
Pulling back, she cocks her head, placing her hands on my bare chest, and I tense from the contact. The softness of her touch makes my heart race. I wanted a reaction out of her but never thought she’d go this route. “I’m not worried.” Giving me a fuck you smile with her signature red lips, she bats her pretty eyes at me. Reaching up, she removes a joint from inside her shirt and looks at Jenks. “Do you mind?”
The motherfucker reaches out, offering her his lighter, lighting up the joint. She takes a long drag and then blows the smoke into my face before shouldering past me into the house.
“Was that from your hidden stash?” Finn asks, watching her enter the house. His eyes are glued to her ass in her frayed shorts. He’s wanted her again ever since I let them have her on the formal dining room table six weeks ago. “Dude, we should set the entire house on fire. If she’s gotten into your stash, that means she’s been in your room. No telling what she’s planted in there.”
I can’t speak. My jaw is clenched shut. My hands fist, nails digging into my palms. I expected retaliation. But this? This is more than she bargained for. She has to know that I’ll get her back. I’m prepared to go to war with her. And I don’t lose. No matter what I have to do.
But she doesn’t know why I chose to release that video now. For six weeks, I’ve held on to it. Patiently waiting. It was for a good reason. I’m going to make her mine. She’ll spend the rest of her life being my slut.
Raylee has no idea who I really am. She thinks she knows me, but all she knows is what she cares to see. I’m just a fuck to her. She’d be terrified of us and never come back to this house if she knew who we really were.
“Put out the fire,” Alex orders just as someone runs by with a bucket of water. Like that’ll do anything for it. “What do you want to do?” he asks, turning to face the house, standing next to me.
“Take care of her,” I growl.
He frowns, his blue eyes meeting mine. “Tonight?”
I shake my head. Tomorrow, we’re supposed to have lunch with her mom and my dad, which means my revenge would only be limited to tonight. “No. I’ll need more time with her.”
“All we need is one night,” Finn jokes. “I say we tie her up and make her our little slut like last time. Remind her how much she liked being fucked in that video.”
My teeth clench.Absolutely not.
A white Lexus LFA Nürburgring pulls into the driveway, and I immediately know who it is. The driver’s side door opens, and the guy gets out. He takes his time walking toward us. His slicked-back brown hair, penny loafers, slacks, and button-up make him look like a man who doesn’t belong here. “Hey, Colton.” He nods to me. “Boys.” When he reaches the porch, he looks back over his shoulder.
“Nate,” I acknowledge him. I’ve known him for years. We graduated from Barrington University with him, but we were never friends. We certainly aren’t now.
He whistles, turning to face the show. “What the fuck happened?”
“Your—”
“You know how our parties get.” I interrupt Finn before he can tell Nate the truth.
