That’s my girl.
Not your girl.She’s Reeve’s,the devil in my ear reminds me.
Not if I have anything to do with it.
“Let go of me, you stupid bitch!” Breda looks at me with pleading eyes.
Yeah, I’m not interfering in this. I’m happy to let it play out and see how far Vivien takes it. Girl fights are spank-bank ammunition gold.
“Jesus,” Ro says, bursting into the room quickly followed by Ash.
My sister shrieks. “For fuck’s sake, Dil, put your cock away unless you want to scar me for life.”
I’m smirking as I lean back on the bed, not in any hurry to re-dress as long as Vivien keeps sneaking looks at me. This night is turning out to be immensely entertaining. “Liking what you see, princess?” I ask, flicking my tongue out so she gets a look at that piercing too. I want her imagining what it’d feel like if I fucked her with my tongue and my cock.
She fakes disgust as she eyeballs me, but her body language doesn’t lie. She wants me. She wishes she was riding my dick and reaping the benefits of my piercings. “You’re every bit as disgusting as your friend. And stop calling me that.”
“Are you decent yet?” Ash asks, still hiding her eyes.
“Nope.” I waggle my brows and throw a flirty grin in Vivien’s direction. “I might just stay like this. There’s nothing more freeing than being at one with nature.”
The look on the princess’s face is priceless. “I think your brother is an exhibitionist, or he likes trying to shock people. Pity it won’t work on me.”
She’s such a little liar. I’m loving this, and I could do it all day with her.
“Get fucking dressed, Dil,” Ash barks, losing all semblance of patience. “Or I’m telling Ma you flashed my new best friend.”
Ash would do it too. “You sure about that,Princess Grace.” I wind Vivien up on purpose as I slowly tuck my cock away and fix my clothes into place.
“Think what you like about me. I don’t care.” She shrugs, but her shoulders are tense.
That got to her. Interesting. Deciding to push her buttons a little more, I put my face all up in hers. Fuck, she is exquisite. I know I sound like a broken record, but I can’t help it. Her beauty blows me away every time I’m near her. I spot a smattering of freckles across her nose, barely visible under her makeup, I haven’t noticed before. Her pretty eyes flare with anger, and this is my kryptonite. “I think you do care. You want everyone to love you because Mommy and Daddy always told you what a precious princess you were. It bugs you that I can’t stand you. That everything you represent annoys the fuck out of me.” There’s some truth mixed in with the lies.
“Everything I represent?” she shouts, forcibly pushing me back.
That definitely hit a nerve. My gaze snags on the roses again, twisting my emotions and cranking my rage higher. I unleash it all on her without hesitation. “Pretty little princess with her pathetic purple roses in her palace rented with Mommy and Daddy’s money,” I hiss. Who the fuck is she to act so indignant?
Ash hits me and yells some, but it’s like background noise as I face off with Vivien in a silent battle.
“Wow. That’s some fucked-up generalization right there. You know nothing about me. Nothing about my life. And you don’t get to come into my apartment and spout this shit at me.”
Oh, she’s really pissed now. Good. I like seeing her all riled up when she drops the crowd-pleasing façade and her claws come out.Show me the real Vivien Grace Mills, princess. Show me you’re not a pathetic rich bitch who lets her cheating boyfriend stomp all over her heart. I can’t help pushing her further. “You think you’re so superior, like all arrogant rich wankers.”
“How did you get in here?” she snaps, folding her arms. The motion pushes her magnificent tits up higher on her chest, offering a tantalizing glimpse of tanned, soft mounds that has my cock swelling to life again.
She’s glaring at me, and it only makes me smile wider. “I picked the lock.”
Shock splays across her face while Ash loses the plot, screeching and screaming at me.
Vivien shakes her head. “Wow. You’re really something else.”
“I am.”
“That wasn’t a compliment.” She turns to Ash as Ronan reenters the room. I didn’t even realize he had left, but I’m guessing he took the trash out, which I’m grateful for. “I’m sorry, Ash,” she continues. “I know he’s your brother, but he’s a giant bag of dicks, and I don’t want him here. I’m not going to be insulted in my own fucking home just because he’s got some massive stick shoved up his ass.”
I have to smother my snort of laughter.Giant bag of dicks. She’s so American. It’s fucking adorable and downright intriguing. She has hypnotized me like no other woman everhas before. “Careful, princess. You’ve just used up your cursing quota for the year.”
“Fucking hell, bro. Stop annoying the girl,” my brother says. “You need to lay off the weed and the booze, man.”
