Page 28 of Scorching Lies

My thighs close around his head dragging him closer. My hips lift, rubbing my pussy over his face, riding him harder and harder.

“I bleed, you bleed.” I whisper.

Growling at my words he dives in like a man starved. Both hands landing on my thighs gripping so hard I cry out in pain, and fuck, pleasure too. I’m falling. Falling over the edge of pure ecstasy, and all I see when I close my eyes are lilies and Ryker.

Lips brush against my ear causing my eyes to shoot open.

“You’re my date for the fundraiser.” He says, and I know it’s not a question.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

RYKER

We’re surrounded by sleek Armani suits and polished pearls. West sits to my right, Cole sipping his drink on my left while the foundation studies us. To them we’re just kids. Three young boys who can be molded and shaped to their rule, but we’ve been raised to conquer. It’s our birthright. There is only one thing standing in our way. One feisty little thing that I can still taste on my tongue from this morning. She’s getting under my skin, in a way I wasn’t expecting.

“Rye.” West says under his breath.

Oh right. Where were we?

“I’ll be escorting Kenna Kingtson to the foundation. We’ll do it then where we have witnesses that can provide statements of our location that night. We are going to handle this ourselves.”

Those last words are meant for the fucker at the end of the table. Ethan Addington, who we brought in as the Dean, and now the foundation. Running money through the town is one thing, but the school? That involves bringing in the head man in charge.Addington only found himself with a seat at the table, because our previous Dean ran out of town without so much as a heads up. Some men aren’t built to run things.

“And she’ll sign the papers when presented to her? Before this little plan you have?” A perky blonde eyebrow raises in question.

Dropping the smile I held for pleasantries, my mask falls from my face, showing the man our father raised me to be.

“Kenna Kingston is our problem to handle. Trust me, I’ve got her molded into the perfect chess piece.”

Four sets of eyes look at each other before one by one they each settle on us.

“And Mr. Kingston?” A soft raspy voice says.

Cole opens his mouth to speak, but stops short when my hand raises, halting the rest of their questions.

“Kenna and her father are none of your concern. The issue will be handled at the ball and the papers will be signed beforehand. I’ll make sure of it myself. Anything else that doesn’t involve them or are we going to continue to waste our time?”

Every time Kenna’s name leaves my mouth, Addington's lips thin into a malicious smile that has me on edge. Professor Arden pulls me from my thoughts, his next words sure to piss West off.

Black eyes and even darker hair frame his olive skin, white teeth shining at us behind a sneer, “It’s time we brought the baseball team into the deal.”

West slams his fist down on the table, “We’ve had this conversation, so forgive me for not wanting to hear your shit, butI won’t shut this fucking idea down again. Next time I’ll rip your tongue out. Hell, it’ll save us from listening to your rambling.”

Turning to him, my mouth opens but he keeps speaking.

“We gave you the football team. Use the coaches, athletic department, hell even the god damn players if you need to, but we are not using the baseball team. Ruining the prospect of my team winning anything is out of the question. Bring it up again and I’ll kill you myself.”

“Assuming any of you have a say in what we do is a privilege we allow you to have. Those greedy fingers may try to grip our throats, but you’re too weak. All of you. Next time you want to meet, bring us something fucking useful.” I spit.

Cole adds, “I’ll be tracking Kenna, so if anyone makes a move before we say jump you’ll be the one burning alive in the middle of town for everyone to see.”

Pale blue eyes watch us, emotion void from their faces. Those two are fucked in the head, but they keep their mouth shut. Addington however can’t seem to sit still in his seat, so I make a mental note to have G look into this fucker. Cole can run his background and put a tracker on his electronics to keep an eye on him.

We shove away from the table at the same time, standing over the four on the opposite side of the table, making sure to cement their place below us.

“The Lawless boys are in town, should that be a concern?” A feminine voice says.

Looking down to meet those startling blue eyes, we hold contact, both trying to get a read on the other. I don’t look away. She’ll break, they always do. My stare hardens into ice.

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