Page 51 of SNOB

“Maybe.” He squeezes tighter, a smirk growing.

“Do it. I dare you.”

He chuckles, his warm hand compressing my airways. “Don’t push me, Butterfly.” It’s tighter than usual like he’s trying to prove a point as the waves of lightning disappear. I’m at a loss for air, and that’s not because he's hardening against me some more. “This is what happens when you do. Don’t ever get too comfortable.”

My eyes move to my left, to a small can of blue paint sitting on the tray of my easel. Moving my eyes back to him, I try to grab the paint without him noticing. “You want to fuck me first?” I choke. “Did you fuck Beau first too?”

“Did you?” He squeezes harder, my fingers touching the edge of the paint.

“Yes.” It’s a lie but his free hand comes to my neck next, like my words added to his fire. Like he’s jealous. First, it was Angelo, now Beau. I don’t miss the pattern. But I can’t think about that when I’m losing air.

My hand wraps around the paint, twisting the top off with my thumb.

“Ember,” he growls, noticing. It’s a warning.

One I’m not listening to.

In a quick swoop, I dump the contents of the can over his head before he finally releases me. It's easy to laugh as I grasp for air. Mac looks like a chiselled Smurf as the paint rolls down his face to his rock-hard abs. It reminds me of what Hannah did on the first day. “You can thank your girlfriend from the Paradise Posse for the inspiration.”

“Well, aren’t you fucking stupid?” he growls, wiping the paint from his eyes.

“You look fucking stupid.” Grabbing my tote, I’m quick towards the door. “Lay your hands on me again and—” A gasp leaves me as something cold splashes my back, splatters of liquid landing on the side of my face. Bringing my fingers to it, it’s cold. Thick. Looking at my fingers solidifies my thoughts. Paint. Red.

Mac’s chuckle fires off something in me as I drop my tote, my eyes on the supply closet.

He notices, his gaze moving from mine to the large doors.

We both dash to it.

I beat him to it, grabbing the first thing I see. A small can of yellow paint.

Twisting the lid off, I throw paint his way. He dodges, but yellow paint still hits him. Before I can reach for another, he already has a small can of purple paint in each hand. He doesn’t hesitate before he whips more paint at me. Hiding behind a canvas doesn’t stop the paint from slapping with the red already on me.

It’s on.

I reach for another can and he dodges it when I toss more paint at him. Using my hands as a shield doesn’t offer much coverage when he throws more. But I’m quick to grab another small can just for him.

It’s not long before paint flies everywhere, the room like a kaleidoscope as we unleash colours on each other and… am I smiling?

“Face it, Everett." Mac's voice comes from one side of the supply closet door, my back against the other. The cans of paint in our hands feel like two guns and we’re in the middle of a shootout. “You’re as fucked up as I am. I saw that smirk when you pulled that trigger. It’s the same one on your face right now after I wrapped my hands around your throat.” My brows furrow but as he speaks, my eyes move to the bigger paint cans in the supply room. “We're from different worlds, but we’re both monsters. You’re just too much of a pussy to show it. That’s the difference. I own my darkness. You?—”

With a swift step around the door, I pour the entire can of green paint over Mac’s head.

My hand comes to my mouth before I let out a laugh. He looks like an angry ogre.

“Shouldn’t have done that, Everett,” he says, his chest heaving as he steps towards me, his dick still pointed my way.

“Still a pussy?” With a step back, I hit the supply room door.

He closes the distance again, both hands landing on my shoulders before he spins me around, my chest to the door. His dick to my ass. “You’re out of line, Everett.” His voice lands in my ear, his staff throbbing against me.

“You were out of line when you fucked up my whole liiife…” The last word trails as he tugs my cutoffs to the side, my panties with it.

“You got your revenge,” he says. “I’m getting mine.” Something cold slides between my legs. Cold and smooth. It’s too hard to feel like him, too rigid. My cheeks heat, realizing just how easy it is for him to slide whatever he has inside me. The tip is thin before it fills me more, a gasp leaving me as lightning fires through me. “Here’s the thing. You’re gonna be a good girl and listen to me going forward. That doesn’t change, Ember.”

“You can’t make me do anything, Mac.” My voice trembles.

He tugs on my hair, his force pulling my head back as his lips touch my ear again. “I can make you do anything I want.” He pulls out of me, my ass poking back as if it wants more. And he gives it to me, pushing it back in harder before a moan escapes me, a fire burning from my core. “And I don’t even have to use my tool. You’ll imagine me filling you anyway.”

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