Page 7 of Look What You Made Me Do

I gesture to Kai’s retreating form. “What the fuck, Lucas? I wasthis closeto getting some dick tonight.”

Hatred flares in his eyes, and in the length of time it takes me to blink, he has me pushed up against the railing, one large hand wrapped around my throat, just below my jaw. “Two months,” he grates out, his face nearly touching mine. “Gabriel has been gone fortwo fucking monthsand you’re already whoring yourself out to the first cock that comes along?”

Fear spikes through me as I claw at his hand, trying to pry it free. I can breathe, but barely. With just atinybit more pressure, he could cut off my air supply completely.

Sheer panic compels me to reach up and claw at his face, just to get him to loosen his grip. With a hiss, he shoves me, and I cough, bending over to suck in several gulps of air.

“You can’t even fucking pretend to grieve him,” he spits at me, his words filled with pain and vitriol.

Okay, now I’m fucking angry.

Lucas wasn’t there with me right after Gabriel died. He didn’t witness the countless nights I cried myself to sleep, wondering what I could have done differently. Wondering how I could have stopped Gabriel from stepping in front of that train. But I wasn’t there in those last moments. No one was.

Straightening, I step up to Lucas and shove my finger into his granite chest. “I’ve grieved more than you’ll ever know,” I bite out. “But I didn’t die that day, Lucas. I deserve to live, and not even the campus king is going to tell me what to do.”

Lucas steps forward, crowding me, his large body pinning me against the railing again. It’s a show of force, a reminder that as much as I want to believe I’m the one in control, I’m not.

His cold blue eyes take me in, falling from my face to my cleavage. “You want to play the whore,” he says, hatred dripping from every syllable. “But if anyone touches you, Wyn, I swear to God, you’ll both regret it.”

I swallow at the darkness in his voice. He’s being territorial on behalf of his cousin. But his cousin is dead, and I’m a free woman.

Emboldened by the rum, I take his cock and balls in my hand, stroking the hard ridge of his erection through the fabric of his slacks. Two things surprise me. First, he’s already hard. Rock hard. And second, he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t even flinch.

“Who are you saving me for, hmm?” I ask, leaning forward. “Your cousin is gone, Lucas.” I curl my fingers around his long, girthy shaft. His size is impressive, actually, and my core throbs. “And guys want to fuck me, so I’m going to let them.”

I’m not, actually. It’s a total bluff. Kai was a one-off. As soon as the rum wears off, I’ll be back in my bed with my snacks, watching old serial killer documentaries, alone. But he doesn’t need to know that. As far as he’s concerned, I’ll be whoring it up, and it gives me great joy letting him think that.

His gaze darkens and he grabs my wrist, pulling my hand off his cock, holding it suspended between us. His grip is tight, bordering on painful. “Fuckingtryit,” he says angrily. “I’m serious, Wyn. I don’t make idle threats.”

I yank my wrist out of his grip. What the fuck? He never really talked to me when I was with Gabriel, and now, all of a sudden, he’s the guardian of my fucking virtue?

Rubbing my wrist, I narrow my gaze at him. “You really need therapy, Lucas,” I say. “Look into it.”

And with that last departing barb, I push past him and head back into the house. I consider flagging Kai back down, but I decide against it. Lucas is pretty pissed, and I don’t want to make trouble for Kai. Lucas being a Sacred Son means he can ruin a life with one fucking text. And he’s cruel enough to do it.

I’m suddenly tired as I weave through the crowd trying to find Alexis. I find her standing around, drinking, and laughing, and I tap her on the shoulder.

“Hey, I’m going to head home. You going to be okay?”

Alexis’s expression instantly shifts from amusement to concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I say, shaking my head. “I'm just really tired, and I have class tomorrow.”

“Ah, okay. Yeah, I’m good. I’ll catch a ride with one of the other girls.”

“Cool. I’ll text you tomorrow,” I say, leaving. I grab my phone from the basket and head back out onto the porch, so I can call a car to come pick me up. I just moved into a studio apartment, and it’s a few blocks from campus, which is farther than I want to walk in heels. And I’ve been drinking, so I can’t drive. I’ll have to swing back and pick up my car in the morning.

“You leaving?” A deep baritone forces me to look up. It’s Lucas’ twin, Christian.

I glance around. Is he talking to me? I’m the only other person on the porch, so I guess he is.

“Yeah, I’m tired,” I say vaguely.

He pulls his keys out of his pocket and holds them up. “Lucas wants me to take you home.”

Lucas…what?

I turn to fully face him. “Listen, I don’t know why your brother is suddenly so interested in my life, but I’m fine. I don’t need a ride home. I’ve already called a car.”

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