Lexi was too far gone to put up much of a fight. “Disgusting bastard,” she mumbled.
“Taste yourself.” My middle finger pushed at her lips, meeting teeth. “Open your fucking mouth.”
Even as fury radiated from her, she did as I commanded and sucked herself off my finger. A feral growl vibrated my chest, and it took every bit of control I possessed not to jerk her up, bend her over, and screw her on the desk right in the middle ofclass. Fuck the audience. Instead, I licked her off my other digit, savoring that sweet flavor I’d taste with my tongue soon.
“Good girl.” I pressed a kiss to her temple. “Next time, you’ll taste my cum as it spills down your throat.”
Her nails finally retracted from my arm, leaving deep, bloody scratches behind. “There won’t be a next time, Killian.”
My smirk only intensified her rage. “We both know that’s a lie, Red.”
The cold bit through my gloves, sharp and relentless, but I barely felt it.
The marina was quiet this time of year. Most of the boats had already been hauled out or covered for the coming winter, their hulls creaking softly with the tide. The air smelled like salt and rust and old wood.
I dragged the brush along the side of the boat, dark paint cutting across the worn hull in slow, deliberate strokes. The wood had taken more work than I’d expected when I bought it—rotted in places, splintered in others—but it was mine.
Every inch of it.
No trust funds. No family name.
Just me.
I’d been coming here whenever I needed a break from all the pressure of being the perfect Davenport.
My mouth curved in disdain just thinking about the heavy mask I always had to wear. But not here.
No one knew about my boat except Axel. Maybe Gage, but only because the guy was a freaking shadow sometimes.
I painted another stroke of black, sighing. The wolf’s head was almost finished now. Its maw stretched wide along the side,teeth bared, sharp and unforgiving. I dipped the brush again, adding depth to the shadows, dragging black into the edges until the thing looked like it might lunge off the hull if I stepped back too far.
My gaze flicked toward the name painted right next to the wolf’s mouth, but I didn’t let myself look at it for long.
Didn’t need to. I’d known what I was going to call her the second I handed over the cash.
Long before she showed up at Stonewall.
Long before she wormed her way back into my life like she belonged there.
My jaw tightened, a familiar irritation crawling up my spine.
Fucking Red.
The brush pressed harder against the wood, paint thickening where it shouldn’t. I dragged it down anyway, not bothering to fix the uneven line.
She’d always had a way of getting under my skin, even when she wasn’t there. Even when I thought I’d left all of that behind.
But could I ever truly leave behind the person who shattered and collected the pieces of my heart.
My phone buzzed in my pocket.
Swearing under my breath, I shoved the brush into the paint can and pulled my phone from my pocket, the screen lighting up with Gage’s name.
Gage: Micah’s been lurking. Following your girl around campus like a ghost.
My grip tightened around the phone. A cold, familiar dread settled low in my gut, heavy and immediate. I stared out at the darkening water, the last of the sun bleeding into the horizon, turning everything a deeper shade of gray.
Had Micah really decided to snuff out Lexi’s life to make it as a Lord?
