Page 111 of Brutal Prince

I reach across and lay my hand on her leg. She twitches, but doesn’t move her leg away.

No girl in their right mind would let me touch them. Not unless they had some kind of ulterior motive. My mind scrambles, the weed helping fuck all. But by the time we pull into Lavish Prep’s parking lot, something akin to a plan is swilling around in my head.

“This was fun,” I say as I pull into my parking spot.

“Yeah,” Indi says, not skipping a beat. She turns to me, and there’s a moment where her face is blank before she smiles at me. She moves forward a quarter of an inch, and her lips part.

I could call her out on this ruse of hers, let her know I have her all figured out. Or I can play along, and toy with her until I’m done.

Leaning in, I stop just close enough that my breath whispers over her mouth. “Addison’s gonna be pissed off if she sees us together.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

She’s a good actress, my little virgin. I almost want to believe her. I touch my lips to hers.

One tender kiss, so soft my lips are left tingling sulkily when I draw back.

Indi’s eyes flutter open, her pupils narrowing like she’s coming down from E. She licks her lips and hurriedly sits back in her seat.

“But—” Indi pauses, clears her throat, “we should probably not let her find out. You know. Manners and shit.”

Yeah, manners and shit.

I smirk at her and tip an invisible hat. “See you around, my little virgin.”

Indi’s already pink cheeks darken, and she drops her gaze. Her mouth opens, but she slides out of my car without saying another word.

My eyes drop to my phone. I unlock it and stare at Addison’s message.

$250,000.

I let out a low laugh, pressing my eyes closed with my fingertips. I didn’t even have to negotiate with her. Maybe if I let her stew longer, she’ll end up settling for a few bucks and a goddamn confession.

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Indi

My head feelslike the teacup ride at an amusement park.

I don’t fucking know.

Yeah, right, you fucking psychopath.

It’s so easy for them to turn off emotion — because they’re only pretending at it. I got to see the real Briar today. It was a spectacular revelation, and he played his part to perfection.

I don’t fucking know.

I let out a bitter laugh as I push open the school door. First bell must have just rung, because there are only a handful of students hurrying down the hall.

Except one.

He’s not hurrying.

Marcus ambles over to me like he has all the time in the world.

Instead of speeding up, my body slows like I’m trudging through a snowdrift.

He stops walking.

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