“Right, sure,” He says as he scrambles away, and when we are alone again, she moves away from my throat and stares down at me, her hands linked around my neck, eyes still hooded with lust.
“We’re leaving,” I growl, “Before I fuck you on top of this damn table and they all see. I need you screaming my name, Marly.”
She nods her head with a wobble, and I help her adjust her panties back in place before I put my cock away and aid her off me. She winces when she stands, pressing her thighs together.
The thought of her being full of me, wet with my come, has my cock twitching. Grasping her hand I start walking toward the exit where the Plymouth is parked, keeping her close to me as the party rages. I stop at the car, wincing at the damage on the backend. It could have ended so much worse than it did. Ricky’s car is still in the ditch, a crushed tin against the tree. I’ll have to get a tow in to get it out and then I can strip it down. The parts will get some decent money but that’s all the car is good for.
I open the passenger door for Marly, guiding her toward the seat but we both pause as a car comes screeching into the lot. The Porche lights cut toward us, and I shove Marly behind me out of instinct, keeping her there even when it stops and the driver door opens.
My heart stops and then kicks into overdrive as Liam Winchester steps out the door and grins cruelly toward the two of us.
Chapter Thirty-nine
Ifeel the blood drain from my face, my nails sinking into River’s arm where we stand frozen, facing my brother.
His eyes flick lazily between the two of us, his face void of any emotion which makes me more uneasy.
“Marly,” My brother finally speaks to me, seemingly already bored about being here. How did he even know I was here? How long has he been watching? Oh god, did he see what we just did on that park bench? “Come here please.”
River steps away from me, putting distance between the two of us and the space where we were just touching goes cold. Dread sinks in deep, my stomach churning and skin pebbling. This is wrong.Wrong.And I don’t even know why.
“No.” I answer him, hiding the tremor in my voice. I have no idea what will happen next, what my parents are going to do.
My brother smiles like this is a meeting in the park and we are having a pleasant conversation, “You’re choosing him over your family?” He asks. “A Sinclair?”
He knows River? How!? River is so still; I can barely see him breathing.
“I’m not coming with you,” I tell him. “You can’t make me leave.”
My brother laughs, “You think he cares about you, Marly?” There’s a sinister edge to his tone and something crosses his face, it’s the first bit of emotion I have seen from him and it’s certainly not the good kind.
“River,” I whisper his name, trying to bring him back to me but he doesn’t move, just twists his face to me, cold indifference staring back at me.
“He probably just used you to get to me,” My brother continues like I don’t feel my chest caving in.
“What’s he talking about?” I ask River directly and as a few seconds tick by, I watch a war of emotions cross River’s eyes but then he goes cold again and this time, the cruel smile is on his mouth rather than my brothers.
“It’s a shame,” River says, stepping closer but he doesn’t touch me, instead he grabs the Plymouth door and slams it shut. The sound of it, despite the blaring music, startles me, “I was hoping to have you just a little bit longer.”
My brows draw low, “I don’t understand.”
“You and your family disgust me, Marly.” He growls, “I was using you.”
Liam laughs, leaning on his car, “I’ll give it to you, Sinclair, out of all the things to do, you went for the one person who has no idea. You think it hurts me that she spread her legs for you? It doesn’t, the only real shame here is that she’s spoiled goods, no one is going to want her now.”
My cheeks flame with heat, humiliation making my throat feel tight and scratchy.
The earth feels as if it’s caving in beneath me, “But we…” I breathe, my voice small and cracking, “I gave you everything.”
River chuckles, “Sweet, innocent Marly, you’re so naïve.”
“Don’t do this,” I beg.
“I used you, princess,” He says the pet name with disgust, the word rolling off his tongue like it’s a bad taste in his mouth, “Used you to hurt them. It was always the plan, spoil the good girl, use her the same way they do. I don’t care about you, Marly. How could I, hm?”
I don’t believe him, I don’t. This can’t be happening.
“Ask them what they did,” River starts to walk away from me, “Ask them what they did and if they tell you the truth, I’m sure you’ll understand. You were nothing more than a game.”
