Page 27 of SNOB

My nipples harden again against my shirt before I grab the flask from Beau’s hand and pour more in my mouth.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Beau says, falling back into his seat next to me.

“Fuck Malcolm McKinsley.” It’s all I manage to say. The humiliation I went through today is more than some people go through in a lifetime. I should be the one getting revenge on him not the other way around.

I fucking hate him. I hate the way his eyes pierce mine like a bullet. I hate the way his soft skin contrasts his very not-soft behaviour. And I hate the way my body shivered when his lips brushed my ear as he spoke those filthy words.

I can’t get that image out of my head. The one he said about bending me over his car and spanking me like some disobedient child. My grip around the flask tightens as I stare at the back of the headrest.

Fuck Malcolm McKinsley.

Pouring more gin in my mouth doesn’t get the image to go away, but I won’t stop until it does. Or until this flask is empty.

“We’ll get them back,” Beau says. “Don’t worry. Rich kids? We’re all the same. All it takes is one good hit to our ego.”

“Everyone saw.” Everyone saw the way he treated me like his toy.

“Know what I saw?” Beau slings his arm across the back of our seats. “I saw a shift." I wait for him to explain, but I'm not ready for the question that comes next. "Ember, did you like the way he treated you?”

My eyes shift to Beau. “Are you fucking with me?”

He laughs, “Listen, we all know Mac could be a model tomorrow if he wanted to. It’s not that crazy to say some people could get off on his rough touch.”

“Rough is an understatement.”

“Humiliation and degradation can be really hot” Beau continues though I'm not sure why. “Add praise to the mix and it can all be really enticing. Got mommy issues? Daddy issues? That’ll do it.”

“Are you a psych major now?”

“No, but I spend a lot of time on KinkLife.” My cheeks heat thinking about the way he spoke to me with such authority. And the way his dick jumped in his pants when I obliged.

“Is that what you’re into?” I ask. “All that kinky stuff?”

“Is that what you’re into?”

“What are you on, Beau?”

“I’m just saying’ there was a little glimmer in your eye. There was even a smirk.” His words bring a hammer to my chest. Did everyone else see that? “I think you like it.”

As I knock more gin down my throat, my mind flashes back to the night we met as a tremor rolls through my body. “Mac can burn in hell for all I care. I don’t like him. I don’t like what he did. I want to destroy him.”

“Ou, say that again.” Beau turns his phone towards me, pink case matching his hair.

I put a hand up, blocking the camera. “The Valley already got a show tonight.”

“Reframe the narrative,” he says. “We saw what Mac can do to you. But what can you do to him? C’mon, it could be cathartic. Tell me how much you hate Mac.”

“Fuck Malcolm McKinsley, that insecure asshole.” A hot insecure asshole. “He uses his privilege to pick on people smaller than him and I want his head. On a platter. On a stick. Buried six feet deep.”

Beau laughs, “Damn, Ember.”

“The only power he has is being the dickhead, psychopathic son to a parasite. And just like that parasite he has a perversion in shattering everything he touches. Thing is, he couldn’t handle it if someone broke him. He’s a predator. I wish he would die. Even if I have to be the one to do it.”

My heaving breaths fill the car before Beau whistles, taking the flask away. “Feel better?” He places his phone on his lap.

“A little?” I laugh, my rant and the buzz from the gin easing the pain.

“Good. I have an idea.” Beau’s hand comes on top of mine. Gentle. Soft. “Why don’t you stay with me tonight? You don’t have to go back to The Valley. My mom’s off with her toy for the evening so I have the entire place to myself, and an app where we can order whatever you want.”

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