Page 153 of Brutal Prince

Briar

Indi slips past me, heading for the corner of the bathroom where I tossed her underwear. “Leave it,” I snap. She flinches, turning wide eyes to me, and then comes past on her way to the door. I grab a handful of her hair and haul her back. She protests when I kiss her, but I couldn’t give a fuck if she’s ever tasted herself or not.

I did.

I almost came undone how sweet she was. How wet. How her body shuddered when she came in my mouth.

My dick’s already painfully hard — kissing her like this is only making matters worse. I catch a glimpse of tears caught in her lashes before I shove her out the door and slam it behind her. Then I lock it, just in case.

Jesus Christ, what the fuck just happened? One minute I’m furious enough to break everything in this house. The next I’m eating Indi out in a goddamn bathroom. There’s a tentative knock on the bathroom door, but I ignore it.

I will my cock to soften, but it refuses. It doesn’t help that I keep hearing Indi saying my name, hoarse and desperate, echoing in my mind.

Slamming my hand into the mirror, I yank out my cock and stroke it hard enough to make myself grimace in pain.

Punishment for losing control again.

But like so many things in life, that pain only makes the pleasure that much sweeter. That much more taboo.

“Fuck.” I stroke my cock again, then again. Harder, until my face twists in pain.

But when I close my eyes, all I can see is Indi’s rapturous face. Light gleaming from her lush mouth as it forms a perfect ‘o’.

She’s mine. I will be her first.

I speed up, grunting in the urgency to relieve myself of this deviant train of thought.

But I lied when I said I’d wait.

If life’s taught me anything, it’s that nothing is forever. People come and go like dandelion seeds. Drifting aimlessly for the longest time until a wind sweeps them away forever. I replay every second of what just happened, from Indi’s glare when I yanked off her panties, to the way she fisted her hand in my hair. How she rode my face, and how deep my tongue sank inside her.

As she comes, so do I.

* * *

Marcus is waitingfor me in the foyer, Dylan and Zak nearby like sharks who’ve smelled blood in the water. The party’s still in full force, but the number of kids passed out on couches - or the floor — has increased since I last noticed.

“Where is she?” I ask, scanning the crowd in case she’s still nearby.

“Left with Addison,” Dylan says. “Dude, what happened?”

“She was crying,” Zak adds, giving me a frowning once over from beside Dylan.

They were at the party that night with Jess, but both of them were trashed out of their minds. I doubt they remember much more than I do. But now? There’s uncertainty in their eyes, faint disgust touching their mouths as they look first at each other and then at me.

“Nothing,” I snap. “Did they leave in the same car?”

Everyone but Marcus shrugs at me. When I glare at him, he nods. “Addy drove.”

“Fuck.” She was way too trashed to be driving, even if it was just the mile back to her house. “I have to make sure they’re okay.”

I head for the door, but Dylan puts out his hand to stop me. “I think you’ve done enough.”

Letting out a disbelieving, “What did you just say?” I step back and scan him with utter contempt.

“Just…go home, Briar.” Dylan drops his gaze, but he doesn’t step aside. His shoulders don’t sag.

“I didn’t do anything!” I yell, shoving him aside so hard he stumbles.

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