Page 110 of Brutal Prince

Whatever happened, happened.

If there’s still some karmic debt for me to pay, then I’ll pay when the universe is good and ready for me.

Indi licks her lips, and I narrow my eyes as if that will somehow diminish my peripheral vision. It doesn’t. If anything, it intensifies it. She sits back in her seat, and I can clearly see her breasts pushing against her shirt.

God, I can so vividly recall every curve of her body gleaming with water. How her back arched and the sound she made when she rubbed herself out on the rim of the bath.

I shift, tugging at my slacks as my dick starts hardening.

I should just have fucked her back there in Addy’s yard. Would have been done with all these thoughts, done with her filling every inch of my mind, done with losing control.

My hands tighten on the steering wheel.

Thoughts blur through my mind.

There’s a camping spot a few miles ahead, if I take the next turn off. I can strip Indi naked, shove her in the backseat of my car, and fuck her till I’m done and finished with her.

Till she’s begging me to stop.

Did Jessica beg for me to stop? Did she scream?

I should remember something like that, right? How could I not remember that?

My hand dips down to the indicator, but before I can signal to turn, my phone vibrates in my console. One glance is enough to see the short message on my lock screen.

$250,000.

My heart stops for a second, and then slams against my ribs like a wild animal trying to get out.

Marcus was right.

She’s desperate for money.

“That’s a lot of dough,” Indi says, her voice light. “You buying a new car or something?”

My jaw bunches. I put both hands back on the steering wheel and keep heading for Lavish Prep.

“When did you last speak to her?”

“Addy?” Indi shrugs. “Yesterday afternoon.”

“She say anything about me?”

Indi pauses for the longest time. “She always says stuff about you.”

I grind my teeth. “Anything specific?”

Indi shakes her head. “No.”

She’s lying, but I’m not surprised. She’s always been on Addison’s side. Maybe she even knows about the messages.

Was that what this was? Was she trying to find out if I was going to bend over so Addison can fuck me up the ass? She was reluctant to go to Addy’s house, but it could have been part of the act. She probably already knew Addison wasn’t there, or wouldn’t answer.

Are they both setting me up?

I should pull over and kick her out of my fucking car. She can walk back to Lavish, and get extra detention days tacked onto her sentence.

Or…

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