Page 35 of Slaughter

She opens her mouth to no doubt tell me to fuck off but then thinks better of it. “I’m leaving.”

Her eyes dart around the formal dining room before meeting mine. “Where are you going?” she asks softly.

“I have work to handle. Don’t try to run. Guards are stationed throughout this house, and they are informed to do whatever is necessary to detain you,” I inform her, and if looks could kill, I’d be dead right now. Thankfully, she doesn’t wield that kind of power. “I’ll be back in the morning.” I don’t normally pull all-nighters, but having her here has changed my schedule. Thanks to Darrell giving her more meds than she needed. “And you will be in your room waiting for me. Naked.” She stands there staring up at me with that look of hatred, making me hard all over again. Fuck, I didn’t expect to have this reaction to her. I thought my hatred would be enough to keep her at arm’s length, and I’d only go to her when I wanted a piece of ass. It seems I’m not gonna be able to get enough of her pussy.

“Do you understand?” I finally ask when she just glares at me.

She swallows and squares her shoulders. “You can’t expect me to wait all night in hopes that you’re gonna let me come when you get home from work.”

I refrain from smiling at her statement. “I do.”

“Avery …”

“If you come, I’ll tie you to your bed, spread eagle, and leave you there.” The thought of her lying there helpless makes my hard cock twitch. I’d love to see her like that.

“You wouldn’t …”

“And I’ll make sure to gag you, so no one has to listen to you sob when your body starts to tremble from the need of my cock in that pussy.”

She looks away from me as if she can’t stand the sight of me, and I step to her. “See, Bunny.” Her eyes are back on mine instantly, and they narrow for using her nickname. It used to be endearing, but now, I do it for spite. “There’s nothing I won’t do to prove my point.”

“Which is?” she snaps.

I love how she doesn’t even try to hide her hatred for me. It’s effortless and refreshing and makes me want her even more.

I’ll let her get away with it at the moment since I just came twice. “That I fucking own you.”

PRESLEIGH

Sixteen years old

I sit in the game room sipping on a Zima. I look around for Avery. I don’t know where he went. Tristan came in here and whispered something in his ear, and then they both ran out without a word to anyone.

“Hey, Presleigh,” his friend says, coming over to me.

“Hey, Mitch.”

“What’s with the long face?” he asks, sitting down next to me on the couch.

“Did you see where Avery went?” No point in hiding my concern.

“Vaughn got into a fight out back. He and Tristan went to break it up.”

I roll my eyes. Of course, their older brother, Vaughn, got into a fight. He does it all the time. The boy is so annoying. I don’t even know why he still lives at home. He’s two years older than Avery. He should be off at college, but instead of going off to school, he decided to stay home with his dad and help him with the “family business.” Sickening.

“Wanna play some pool? Avery was my partner, and it’s his turn.”

I chuckle. “I don’t know how to play.”

His soft green eyes widen in surprise. “What? Avery hasn’t taught you how?” I shake my head. “Come on.” He grabs my hand and pulls me from the couch. I laugh as he brings me over to the pool table. “Here.” He takes my Zima and replaces it with a pool stick. Setting my drink on the ledge, he comes to stand behind me. He places one hand on my right arm and the other on my back. He gently pushes me forward, making me lean over the side, and wraps my right hand around the stick and then his hand closes over mine.

I look at him over my shoulder, getting uncomfortable. “Mitch …”

“Come on, Presleigh. I don’t wanna lose. Avery and I bet on this game.”

I let out a sigh and look back over the cue ball. He lines my stick up with it. “See the striped five? You want to get it over in the left corner pocket.”

I nod my head once with confidence. “Right,” I say, acting as if I fucking know what he’s talking about.

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