Page 22 of Pretty Little Psycho

Zeke slides his hands down my back and cups my ass. “Don’t be shy. Wanna take this to the bathroom? I heard all about what you like to do in there.”

My cheeks flame. Fucking hell. I’m going to kill Riot.

I punch Zeke hard in the chest. “You don’t know shit. Now get the fuck off me.”

He laughs again and leans in for a kiss. I lurch back and push against his chest with all my strength. “Stop. Get away from me,” I yell this time.

“All right, that’s enough,” a deep gravelly voice commands from behind.

Without looking back, Zeke tightens his grip on my waist. “Fuck off and go find your own slut.”

Valentin steps around, so he’s in view. “How do you know she isn’t mine?”

Zeke’s face pales, and he immediately lets go of me. “Fuck. Sorry, Val. I didn’t know.”

My heart’s racing, pounding so hard in my chest, I can feel it in my ears.

“Well, now you do. Run along, little Zeke.” I almost burst out laughing because Zeke towers over Valentin by at least a foot. But the sheer terror in Zeke’s eyes lets me know that Valentin is the one to be feared.

Zeke doesn’t even look at me again before he scurries off.

With my adrenaline still spiking, I turn on Valentin. “Thanks for the assist but don’t ever tell anyone that I’m yours again.”

His black hair is slicked back off his forehead, showing off his big brown eyes, long eyelashes, and radiant skin. Dressed in all black, he looks like he just walked out of a dark mafia romance novel. He narrows his eyes down at me. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’d like nothing more than to never see you again. But Riot has plans for you…”

My breath hitches in my throat. Riot. Fucking prick. “Where is your dark lord and master, anyway? He and I need to have words before he disappears back into his coffin,” I retort.

“Nice Dracula reference,” Valentin grumbles. “But I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Unless you want to end up in a coffin.”

We’ll fucking see about that.

I scan the crowd and spot Riot over by the other bar in the opposite corner. I thrust my purse at Libra. “I’ll be right back.”

Her eyes widen. “Maureen, don’t. You’ll regret it.”

Fuck these people. They’re about to find out who the fuck I am. I snicker at her and Valentin before stalking off. I pound the floor with my heels as I march over toward Riot in a fury.

He leans casually against the bar, sipping a glass of whiskey. He watches me stomp across the dance floor the entire time. Our eyes lock, and I almost lose my nerve. His stare is unnerving, piercing, deadly.

“How fucking dare you tell people about what happened in the bathroom,” I hiss.

He shows no emotion or reaction as I stand there fuming, hands on my hips.

“Which time?” he replies coldly.

“Excuse me?” I am not even sure I’m making sense right now. He’s got me so wound up I’m dizzy.

He nods to the guys surrounding him and they take off. “Was it when you got fucked by four frat boys in the bathroom at Wickford Mansion? Or when I made you cum in the bathroom at Graves Library? Or is there another one? It’s hard to keep up with all of your indiscretions, Firecracker.”

I fight the urge to slap him. Every cell in my body is on fire. I can feel the heat spreading to every inch of me. “I hate you.”

Riot straightens and hovers over me. “I hate you more.”

I can’t breathe with him this close to me. “Why?”

He clenches his jaw as his gaze falls to my lips. “Because you’re the reason I’m in hell.”

I tilt my chin, refusing to back down. “Maybe it’s because you’re the devil.”

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