Page 26 of SNOB

“Say it again.”

She grits her teeth. “I’m sorry, Mac.”

“I can’t hear you.” Before I know it my thumb is in her mouth, landing on her tongue. Her saliva on my skin makes it ten times warmer in this room. I hate her so much my skin feels like the depths of a volcano. It only intensifies when I pull her jaw open and stare into those eyes. “Speak up.”

Her words muffle when she speaks. “I’m sorry, Mac.”

“Do you want this job?” She looks around her again before I use my two free fingers to slap against her cheek. “I’m talking to you, Butterfly.” She tries to pull away but pushing down on her tongue, pulls her closer to me. “Do you want this job?”

“Yes.”

“Yes who?”

“Yes, Mac.”

Fuck. My cock gets harder hearing her respond to me with obedience. Then a harsh pain rips through my thumb. “What the fuck!”

She fucking bit me.

My hand whips to her hair, wrapping it around my fist. “You better fucking beg, Butterfly.” I pull her closer to me until her knees lift off the shiny wooden floor and my mouth is by her ear. “You better fucking beg that I don’t drag you out of here by your hair and bend you over the hood of my fucking car and spank you until your ass is a different colour for what you just did.” She gasps, another coming from behind me. Hannah’s. But I’m too far gone. “Beg.”

“Mac!” Someone calls but I don’t know who it is. I don’t care.

She yanks back and I yank harder. “Beg you fucking whore.”

“Mac,” Ember’s hands land around my wrist. It only fuels the fire within. “P-please…”

Pressing her face to my jeans, I know she can feel how hard I am and I hope she’s thinking about what I said I’d do. Her breath makes my cock jump against her face and the way she looks up at me means she’s noticed. “Plead you fucking Valley vermin.”

Charlotte’s loud shriek rings through my ear, “Enough!”

Fuck.

The room comes crashing back and as I look around me, everyone has their eyes on us.

Unravelling her hair from my fist, her knees touch the ground again. She heaves over, gasping for air as Charlotte looks down at Ember. “As for you, you're fired.”

EIGHT

EMBER

Fuck. Malcom. McKinsley.

A burning sensation takes over my mouth as Beau holds his flask to my lips. My hands still shake from what he did to me in Sun House, and I can still feel the way his eyes bore into mine.

“How you holding up?” Beau asks. “You feeling any better?”

My head falls against the backseat of Beau’s Rover, the leather cold against my warm skin but I hardly feel it. Opening my mouth wider beckons Beau to pour more gin down my throat.

Again.

Yes, who?

Beg.

Plead.

His voice in my head twists my insides, my thighs clenching. No matter how much I drink, I can still taste his bitter finger in my mouth. I can still feel his package against my lips. I can still hear his voice in my ear.

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