Page 67 of Cruel Steps

But he told his best friend? So, what did that mean? I didn’t know, but I wasn’t going to solve the problem while impaled on his cock.

Buzzing brought me back to the moment right before Holden pressed my vibrator to my clit. “Oh, shit,” I cursed, and my arms gave out on me.

Holden’s free arm wrapped around my back and kept me upright. I looked down to where he held the pink vibrator against us, watching as he thrust up. It was erotic, making me wetter with each vibration.

“Fuck, Wildcat. I can feel it on my dick. Look how hot we are. I love watching me enter you. You take me so good.”

My eyes rolled back at his dirty talk, the praise sending me close to the edge. “Holden,” I moaned, clinging to him. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I lifted myself, dropping onto him hard. His cock filled me, going deeper than I’d ever felt and hitting every nerve. Vibrations rolled through me, and I couldn’t tell if they were mine or the ones he created. I felt out of my body, and I didn’t know if I’d ever come down from this high.

Screaming out my release, my voice came out in a guttural moan as the sound left me. The second my eyes opened, Holden dropped the vibrator, lifted me up, and pressed me into the bed, practically bending me in half. My ass rested on his thighs, and my legs hung over his shoulders as he plowed into me with an unrelenting force. His dick hit me so deep that I saw stars and another orgasm built deep within.

“I can’t get enough of you, Wildcat. Fuck.” His thrusts lost rhythm, and he fell forward, his body pressing into me as he came. Sweat coated our bodies, and my muscles ached, but I couldn’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.

My phone vibrated again, and Holden cursed, rolling off me and picking it up. His jaw clenched when he saw the name and tossed it to me. “Tell him you’re unavailable.”

Frowning, I picked up the phone. Understanding flooded me when I saw Cody’s name. Holden climbed off the bed, his body tight as he walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Sighing, I opened the message.

Cody: Why am I hearing shit about what happened at Ember from everyone but you?

“Oh, shit.” I typed out a message, needing to know how bad the gossip was.

Emerson: What do you know?

Cody: So you’re not denying something happened? WTH, Peanut.

Emerson: Sorry. A lot went down, and I haven’t been on my phone.

Cody: I’m not mad at you. I can’t believe that jackass tried something.

Relief coursed through me, and I sighed. It was short-lived, though.

“What the hell is this?”

He stood in front of me, still naked. My eyes ran over him, not understanding what he was upset about. Then they landed on the notebook that had fallen in his search for a condom. The page was opened to where I’d last written in it.

The night I’d made my villain plan.

Gulping, I glanced up and felt my whole world shattering.

“It’s not what you think,” I whispered.

“I don’t fucking believe this. You keep saying how you didn’t bully Hope, that she was the one to bully you. Am I a game to you? Did you know who I was that first night?”

“No! I swear. Holden, give me a chance to explain.”

His nostrils flared, and he gripped the notebook in his hand, the pages bending with the force. He took a deep breath and let it out, nodding for me to talk.

“I haven’t lied to you about anything. Well, except for not knowing Hope. I panicked when you told me your name, worried she’d find out and punish me.”

“Punish you? She’s not a god.”

I scoffed. “You clearly don’t know your sister.”

Holden took another breath, some of the tension releasing from his shoulders. “Then what’s this list?”

“That night you said all those hateful things to me I decided I’d had enough. I came in here and wrote out that list. If Hope was going to make me a villain, I’d become one,” I whispered, my eyes downcast.

“Have you?”

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