Miko: She has trauma.
He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. Thea might have had a lonely childhood, but that doesn’t stop her from being a brat. Her mother’s daughter.
Me: She’s a spoiled brat.
The only trauma this girl will have is when her credit card gets declined.
Miko: I don’t think you should take your vengeance out on her, Massio.
Anger boils my blood. Miko is the last one to talk; he revels in others’ demise. The man quite literally gets off on hurting people, even when he likes them.
Me: What? Like you do?
Miko: You don’t understand me.
Miko: We’re not the same.
Miko: Just like Thea isn’t Veronica.
I pocket my phone, almost as pissed as when I came in here searching for a sliver of revenge. Thea might not be Veronica, but she’s a surefire way to hurt her, and that’s all I care about.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
MASSIO
After seeking advice from Miko about how the hell I remove pink hair dye from my skin, I had to take another shower, this time in alcohol, and now I smell like a damn brewery.
Miko found it highly amusing, but the only humor I found in this morning was the fact my little brat was walking round with my cum in her belly while completely ignorant to it. To keep me from erupting and dragging her ass out of school to punish her, I clung to the fact that she was unaware of her predicament.
She walks out of school without a care in the world, then her eyes snap to mine as if we’re magnetized and she can sense me. Students push past her as she stares at me, and my heart races.Jesus, she’s beautiful.
Without prompting, she heads my way; her tits bounce with each step, and my mouth waters. The thought of consuming her, of making her mine, ignites a fire inside me.
Someone calls her name, but her attention remains locked on me, and that excites me even more. It’s as if she knows she’s about to be punished and welcomes it.
When she slips into the car, she steals the air from my lungs. Her bare thigh has me salivating to touch her, and when she swallows, I’ve no choice but to cup her chin in the palm of my thick hand.
I lick my lips, and her pupils dilate. My little brat wants me, and while I should be punishing her, I can think of nothing I want more than to lavish her with praise and bring her the ultimate satisfaction.
“When we get home, you have two choices. You go to your room and lie on your bed so I can punish your bratty ass.” I caress her cheek. “Or you go straight in the shower and go to bed. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” she whispers, sounding the perfect blend of excited and complacent, just how I want her.
“Good girls get rewarded. Little brats get punished,” I remind her, dropping my hand from her face.
THEA
I didn’t expect to walk out of school and see Massio there waiting for me. No, that’s a lie. I suppose I did. At least, I was hoping he would be.
The intensity behind his stare made my heart constrict, and while the world moved around me, I remained still, trapped in his orbit. I want him, and judging by the way he stares back at me, he wants me too.
He’s not going to allow my little antics to go unpunished, and I guess I’m quite looking forward to what he’s about to do. How messed up is that?
My feet move of their own accord, and when I slip into his SUV, I breathe in his familiar scent, but this time, it’s laced with alcohol. Oh shit, he definitely showered in the pink hair dye. I swallow hard, and he cups my face in an action that can only be described as delicate. The heat of his skin against mine seeps inside me, settling the chaos in my mind.
“When we get home, you have two choices. You go to your room and lie on your bed so I can punish your bratty ass.” He strokes my cheek, and I long for him never to release me. I’ve never had someone look at me the way he does, touch me likehe’s unable to help himself. “Or you go straight in the shower and go to bed. Do you understand?”
“I understand,” I whisper, unsure how I managed to form the words.
