I want to say yes, but I remember the anger I felt in that room and how I wanted to kill everyone for hurting me and for what they did to Sam. Her name sparks a recollection of part of his story.
Did Samantha play a part in this?I want to ask, but not now.
“No, I’m not scared of any of you,” I confess. How can I be? I know they had to have killed people to get us out of that room. Shit, my dad was covered in blood when he burst into the room.
Reaching up on my tiptoes, I press my mouth to his before pulling back and stating, “Your monsters don’t scare me.”
The green pops in his usually more hazel-brown eyes, and he hoists me into his arms. I yelp when I slide before he lifts me higher, using his elbow to push open the glass door, and heads to the bedroom, leaving the shower on. He tosses me on the now made bed, and I blush at the idea of someone coming in here and cleaning up the bloody mess the sheets must have been. I don’t have time to dwell on those thoughts because I hear a condom tear, and then Owen is sliding inside me.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Angel, but I’m going to spend the rest of the day showing you,” he growls. His body hovering over mine as his hips slowly roll in and out of me.
I’ll feed his monsters and quiet the noise.
37
WYATT
This class is dragging. The only thing making it remotely interesting is being able to stare at Riri.
I’m unsure if it’s because it’s the first class of the day or because I have to take the harpy on a date tonight. I argued with my dad for over an hour on all the reasons it makes no sense to subject me to any time in her presence, but he hit me with the ‘if you don’t, then you’ll be forced to go on more than one date as a punishment.’
This might be the only time I’ve actually hated my dad.
When the bell finally sounds, I start to gather my things—thoughts of the nightmare date plaguing me.
“What’s with the sour face?’ Ariah murmurs in my ear.
I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even feel her approach and lean in.
“I’m just being salty over the date from hell I have to go on tonight.” I blurt out, averting my gaze after my stupidity. Because, of course, I’m an idiot and told the girl I want everything with about the troll I’m forced to date because of the Selection.
Ariah’s silver eyes soften before glinting with mirth, “Just remember, prison doesn’t allow conjugal visits unless you have a kid visiting, so try not to make her go missing,” she jokes.
The frown on my face melts away, replaced by a quirk of my lip.
“Not that I’d ever be caught, but don’t tempt me, Love. The idea of my baby growing in your belly because I filled you with my cum has its appeal.”
My smile grows at the way her eyes pop in surprise. What was it that Sebastian said, ‘we can practice.’ I have every intention of practicing until she’s ready for us to grow our family.
Reaching out, I grab her hand, bringing it to my mouth, “Don’t worry, Riri, no babies any time soon. Not until you’re ready. I don’t care what the stupid rules stipulate.”
She hip-checks me, “You’re a smart man, Wyatt. School first, then career, and then if I like you enough, maybe babies.”
“What’s this about babies?” Lev asks as he, Owen, and Wes join us.
“Nothing, there’s nothing about babies,” she exclaims, trying to pull from my hold, but we all box her in. “Will you assholes move,” she demands halfheartedly.
Lev leans in as Wes locks his arm around her middle. “Can’t do that, Dove. You see, we like the idea of having you at our mercy,” he growls.
I bend, capturing her lips with mine, catching her by surprise. She hesitates for a shadow of a second before moaning, allowing me access to her tantalizing mouth. I hear the hiss of breath before the sound of Wes’s voice.
“You’re such a lucky girl we’re at school,” he whispers, sparking her awareness, and she pulls back. The momentary fog of lust disappears, and she pushes out of our hold, striding over to a smirking Shay.
“Let’s go. These idiots need to cool off,” Ariah states, her cheeks still flushed.
“I don’t know. I think you could use about five more hours of that heat,” Shay teases.
Ariah throws her hands up, exasperated by all of our behavior. “You’re all incorrigible,” she stammers, storming out of the room.
