She turned off the blow dryer when she noticed me and gestured toward the items spread along the large vanity. “How did you know what products I use?”
When we gave Fawns rooms, we made sure everything they used daily was in there. We wanted them to feel comfortable here.
“I went through the bathroom in your dorm,” I answered simply.
“Of course you did,” she grumbled, rolling her eyes. “Speaking of invasion of privacy, who dressed and undressed me for this stupid Initiation thing?”
I clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth in frustration.
Those electrolytes and my cum must’ve recharged her, restoring her attitude. They also must’ve given her the balls to disrespect the Initiation and me. She needed to be fucking grateful she was alive and not in the ground with Jett.
I inched into the bathroom, and she froze as I stood behind her.
My voice turned volatile as I pressed her body into the vanity. “Just because I ate your pussy doesn’t mean I’ll tolerate disrespect.” I unplugged the blow dryer and took it from her.
She jumped when I smacked it against the vanity, breaking it. My heart skipped a beat in satisfaction when she pressed her palms against the vanity, trying to shove me off her as I loosely wrapped the cord around her neck.
I applied only a bit of pressure to remind her of her place.
Not tight enough to kill her.
Just enough to scare her.
I waited until I saw that fear deep in her eyes.
Until her mouth fell open, tiny gasps leaving her throat.
Snarling, I curled my upper lip and shoved her into the vanity, cord still wrapped around her throat. “Watch your tone and words when you speak to me, Fawn.” I spat out the last word, not even bothering with pleasantries this time.
She released a single exaggerated gasp, and I rolled my eyes at her dramatics.
This wasn’t even enough pressure to break a windpipe, let alone kill her.
Bored and short on time, I released one of her hands. That hand immediately went to her throat in an attempt to pull the cord away.
I snatched her wrist again, returned it to the vanity, and slid the cord up and down her throat. She choked again as I gave it one final tug and released her, pushing her forward until her ass was in the air.
As bad as I wanted to keep playing, I couldn’t bring her to the funeral with strangulation marks around her neck.
People may think I’m not a great upstanding citizen.
With the blow dryer still in my hand, I retreated a step and hurled it toward the glass shower door. One crack formed before the entire thing shattered, shards flying across the room.
Blair recoiled from the sharp glass, careful around her bare feet, while holding her hands around her throat, massaging her fingers into the skin.
I crouched, picking up a shard, and pushed her back into the vanity. Her breathing shuddered as I pressed the shard point against her throat before lowering it to her stomach and circling the tattoo.
“Blair, I don’t offer many warnings,” I said. “And you saw me with Jett. You know the terror and violence I’m capable of.” Raising my hand, I used the shard to scratch my neck, finding pleasure from it scraping my skin. “Be a good Fawn, and you won’t get slaughtered.”
I threw the shard in the sink and left the bathroom.
Let that be a fucking lesson to her.
Political figures, lobbyists, and opportunists crowded the cathedral for Hedgeford Mitchell’s funeral. I was sure a few were genuinely mourning the idiot, but my money was not on many.
Maybe the group of frat boys in the corner, looking hungover and creepy.
From what I’d learned about Hedgeford, he didn’t brighten rooms when he walked in. He was a lame-dick fucker who tried to blackmail Brooks on his father’s behalf.
