I gasp, spinning around at the sound of the voice in my ear to see Tyson sitting back beside me. His eyes go from mine to the champagne flute in my hand.
I lift it to my mouth and gulp it down. Once it’s gone, I suck in a deep breath and put my lips as close to his as I can without touching them. He doesn’t bother to pull away. A part of me hopes my brother is watching.Yeah, I’m his whore, motherfucker.“You can punish me later for it,sir.” My words are as sarcastic as I can make them. But they sounded more breathless than anything.
Even though I’m mad at him, my pussy still throbs and my nipples ache. They beg to be touched. My underwear is soaked. At least he let me wear them tonight. I’d hate to have a wet spot on my dress.
He reaches up, his fingers gently running across my cheek as he pushes the hair behind my ear, and it makes goose bumps rise across my heated skin. “Be careful what you wish for, little darling.”
* * *
The party was prettytame for the Lords if you ask me. There was no ritual or sacrifice made. No bloodshed of any kind. Just the Lords gathering around to slap each other on the back to congratulate each other on something that every other man has the ability to do—graduate from college. The Lords don’t even go to their classes. They don’t have to. They’re rewarded because of their title and title alone.
I never did speak to my parents, thankfully. They steered clear of us. We told everyone at our table goodbye, and I promised to keep in contact with Blakely and Ellington.
“Want to tell me what you’re so pissed about?” Tyson asks me, straightening his suit jacket as he sits next to me in the back of the limo.
“Doesn’t matter,” I say honestly. Nothing will change the past or the outcome of our future. What’s done is done, and all I can do is take it one day at a time.
His hand tangles in my hair, and he yanks my head back. My breathing picks up as he lowers his lips to my neck, gently kissing up to my ear. “I don’t like your attitude, Lake.”
“Maybe you should fuck it out of me then,” I challenge.
He gives a dark chuckle. “I’m going to fuck you all right. I’m not so sure it’ll put you in a better mood or not.”
I growl, my hips lifting off the leather without thought. He’s going to piss me off on purpose. I expected this. I’ve been baiting him all night. This is what he wants. Me all worked up, crawling on my hands and knees, begging for him to give me the smallest amount of attention.
The limo stops at the house, and he helps me out of the back door. I stumble a bit in my heels, the few drinks I had affecting me more than I thought they would.
We enter the front door, and I head straight to the bedroom. Once inside, I slam the door shut, hoping it hits him in the face, but the sound of it banging against the interior wall tells me he was faster than I was. He expected it.
A hand grips my hair, and he yanks me back, making me scream. His free hand wraps around my neck, and he shoves me into the closed door. He comes to stand in front of me. His baby-blue eyes glare down at me. He’s getting angry with me.Good.
I want a fight. A sick part of me likes when I make himfeelsomething. It means I’m getting to him.
“Last chance, why are you mad at me?”
Lifting my chin, he smirks at my refusal to answer. What’s the worst he can do, turn on my collar? Letting go of my neck, he lowers his hands to my dress and rips the thin material down the center, making me gasp. It was such a pretty dress.
The material falls to my feet, and he grips my thighs, lifting me. My legs wrap around him instinctively as he carries me over to the bed. He tosses me onto it and straddles my waist, pinning me underneath him.
Reaching over me to the corner of the bed, he grips my wrist and holds it out to the edge. Something wraps around it. He lets go of me, and I try to move my arm but can’t. He’s tied it down just like he promised he would.
He reaches over and does the same to the other. Then he gets off the bed and pulls my legs out wide, attaching rope around each ankle. Giving me his back, he walks into the bathroom, leaving me spread-eagle on the bed. I look up at the ceiling, trying to calm my breathing. I’m so wet. I want to be mad, but my body aches for him.
TYSON
I exitthe bathroom and go over to the bed. I rip her underwear off her hips, making her whimper, and wad them up. She sees me leaning over her, and her eyes widen. “Tyson…”
I shove them into her mouth and rip off a piece of duct tape, placing it over her mouth. She shakes her head quickly, and I grip her cheeks, holding her face in place while pushing the back of her head into the bed. “If you don’t want to talk, then you don’t need a voice.” Letting go of her, I stand, and she thrashes on the bed, pulling on her restraints.
Reaching down, I remove my belt. “You’ve been begging me all night to fuck you, little darling. And although I’m going to, I’m going to play with you first.” I bring the belt down across her chest, and her mumbled scream fills the room as her hips lift the best they can.
I do it again, making sure to hit her banded nipples. I’m not doing it hard; this isn’t punishment. It’s to see just how wet she can get.
I slap her inner thigh, and her body arches. Going across her hips, she’s twisting from left to right, trying to relieve the ache between her legs.
Dropping the belt to the bed, I reach into my pocket and pull out what I grabbed from the closet. I hold it up to her face, and her eyes widen. “This goes on your clit.” I flick her nipples, and her back arches.
Lowering my hand between her spread legs, I put the cylinder over her clit and twist the end, sucking her clit up into it just like I did to her nipples.
