Page 17 of Slaughter

“Presleigh?” my brother snaps in my ear. “What the fuck are you doing?”

I ignore him, hoping he’ll hang up, but he doesn’t. “Listen. I need you to jump on the jet and fly to me. Okay. Can you do that? I can come and get you, but it’ll take me too much time.” My finger slides between my wet lips, and I imagine it’s Avery’s. That he is teasing me. Making me wetter with anticipation.

“Goddammit, Presleigh,” he shouts. “You need to listen to me …” His words trail off, and I bite my lip to keep from moaning when I add a second finger. “Wait a second. You said you’re in New York and that Avery was there. When did you see him last?”

“Tonight.” I sigh, but he ignores it.

“Where did you see him at?”

I suck in a long breath. “My house,” I say, removing them and enter them again.

“Next time you see him, call me,” he demands.

“No,” I manage to say.

“Presleigh! You don’t understand what he is capable of. How dangerous he is,” he urges.

“I do.” Did he forget how we were raised? What we saw? Our father was just like Avery’s, and I know that Preston is no saint. He took just as much as the others did. Women. Money. Drugs. You name it, my brother has snorted it and sold it. In our world, nothing is off-limits.

“Get your ass off this phone and on the jet. Now, Presleigh. If you don’t, he will make a move.” He growls. “And it’ll be too late.”

“Hello, Bunny.”

I open my heavy eyes and look up from the tiled floor to the doorway in my bathroom. I blink a few times, wondering if I’m really seeing Avery standing there or if I’m dreaming it.

“Pres? Are you listening to me?” my brother yells.

“Gotta go,” I mumble before I hang up, ignoring him shouting my name.

I drop my phone on the floor and sit up. His dark blue eyes stare at mine, void of emotion. His black tie from earlier is gone and his top two buttons are undone, but his shirt is still tucked into his black dress slacks. His hands are in his pockets while he casually leans against the doorway. His sleeves are rolled up, showcasing a set of tan and muscular forearms. His body looks relaxed, but his eyes tell a different story. They drop to between my legs where my hand was a moment ago.

“Thinking about me?” he asks with an arch of his brow. “Or was it the bastard I had dragged out of here a few hours ago?”

My eyes narrow on him. “Fuck you, Avery.” I can’t let him see how he still affects me after all this time. Not after what he did to me. He doesn’t deserve two fucking seconds of my life.

He pushes off the doorway and stalks over to me. He removes his hands from his pockets and undoes the belt around his pants. My breathing hitches when the button comes undone, and then he is pushing down his zipper. Coming to a stop before me, he stares down at me. He reaches out and threads his fingers into my wet hair, tightening his grip. My lips part, and a cry falls from my lips when a thousand needles pierce my scalp.

“You know how long I’ve imagined you like this, Bunny?”

I don’t answer. I can’t. He’s got me under his spell just as he did back then. The past forgotten for a moment. I like his presence; it silences my mind. All I do is feel.

“Too fucking long.” He answers his own question.

Letting go of my hair, he wraps his large hand around my wrists and pulls me from the floor. Before I can say anything, he grabs my hips, lifts me, and carries me out of the bathroom.

He lays me on my bed. My body’s still wet from sitting in the shower, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He pushes the wet strands of my hair from my face while he pulls his hard cock from his slacks.

“Avery …” I pant.

“What, Bunny? Isn’t this what you want?” he asks with a chuckle, and I hate that I can’t form a fucking sentence. That my body betrays me even when my mind screams to fight. To hit him. To tell him no. Fuck, he always had too much power over me. I look up at him, and the room sways. He smiles down at me as if he knows I’m under his spell.

His free hand yanks my thong to the side, and I close my eyes when he runs his fingers over my pussy. “I think you were thinking about me.”

I bite my bottom lip to keep from crying out from his soft touch. He lowers his lips to my ear. “I want you like this one last time, Bunny,” he whispers harshly.

“What do you mean …?” My slurred words are cut off when he slides into my soaked pussy. Stretching me in the way that only he ever could.

“Fuck!” He growls into my ear.

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