Page 62 of The Prey

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Sebastian

The party is already in full swing when I walk through the front doors of The Mill house. Lee is sitting on the counter, shirtless, sipping a beer. Aries is just outside the kitchen with a girl wrapped around his waist.

As soon as Lee spots me across the room, he hops off the counter and cuts through the crowd, making a beeline right for me. “You made it. I was sure I'd have to come back out to your house and harass you again to get you out here, but I’m glad I didn’t.”

I sigh. “Is there any purpose for this party, or is it just the usual debauchery?”

Lee quirks a brow and nudges me with his shoulder. “Once upon a time, you loved this debauchery.” Then waving over at the throne pulled out for these types of events, he continues, “Drew is coming later with Bel. I doubt we'll see much of them, so you get to lord over the underlings tonight. Take your seat and try to relax a little; you don’t always have to be so serious.”

With a grin, he shoves a bottle of cheap brown liquor into my grasp, and I stroll over to the chair, knowing it's useless to argue with him. Lee is used to getting what he wants, and if I sulk around all night, he’ll only make his presence more defined. I step onto the platform and throw myself into the wooden throne. It's hard and uncomfortable, but I’ve sat on worse.

I twist the tip of the liquor bottle off and bring it to my lips, tipping back the contents into my mouth. I take a couple of gulps, letting it warm my insides. I set the bottle on the arm of the chair and strip the hoodie I’m wearing off over my head.

I barely have the fabric out of my line of sight when a huge pair of tits fills my vision.

“Sebastian. It's so good to see you,” a girl coos.

Hmm, fuck. I don’t remember her name. It's not really surprising to me. I don’t see a name or even a face when I fuck them. They’re more of a means to an end, an outlet for my twisted fantasies. I search through my memory, and when recognition fails to take root in my eyes, she releases a huff of frustration.

“Trish, is it?” It's a guess, but apparently the right one as her eyes light up with satisfaction.

“You remembered me!” She smiles and moves to sit on my lap.

I shift away as much as I can because that’s better than sending her running for the hills. She ends up with half her ass on my thigh and the other half on the wood chair. “Where have you been? The cheerleading team feels neglected.”

I’m not sure why she feels the need to tell me that. Each girl I fuck knows the score. It’s a one-time thing, and that’s it.

When I don’t respond to her questions, she asks me another. “The Hunt’s coming up. Are you excited?”

I shrug. “Sure. I’m excited for every event we put on.”

Snagging the bottle of liquor, I take another drink, my attention to the conversation fading as I scan the crowd of people for something better to distract me. In the throng of people, I spot Lee and Aries. They’re talking in the corner, their heads bowed.

What are you fuckers up to?

My pulse quickens as irritation blooms, and I look over at the girl. “What do you want?”

She simpers, and I barely keep myself from curling my lip in disgust. Elyse never does that. I roll my eyes. Why the fuck am I thinking about her again?

The reminder that I never wanted her in my life in the first place rolls through me, and I bring the drink to my lips. She was nothing but a pawn in a game played by our father figures, a symbol of everything I wanted to be away from with every cell in my body. And now…it’s like she’s burrowed under my skin, and I can’t fucking get away from her.

How did all of this get to be such a fucking mess?

“We had fun last time, didn't we?” Trish places a well-manicured hand against her bicep, and my eyes gravitate toward the movement. Her fingers run along the signature scar I leave on all my conquests. I might feel guilty for it if they didn’t beg me so badly to do it.

To mark them.

To hurt them.

“Doesn't mean we are doing it again. How many girls have you seen with two scars?”

She pouts and tosses the long strands of her blond hair over her shoulder. “None, but I could be the first.” When I don’t respond to her comment, her anger bubbles up and over the top. “You don't have to be a dick about it, damn. Just say no.”

I clench my teeth and glare at her, leaning into her face so she can’t miss it. What part of “doesn’t mean we’re doing it again” isn’t registering? “No.”

“Whatever.” She sneers and clambers up and off the chair, taking the stink of her perfume with her. Maybe I should indulge in one of them. Or two...maybe it will keep me from doing something stupid like pinning Elyse to the wall and fucking her silly.

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