Page 154 of Cruel Legacy

I slip my hands into his basketball shorts, working my hand up and down his shaft. I tilt my head back, looking up at him through hooded eyes. “You want my dripping cunt around your hard cock?”

He drops his head, pressing his forehead to mine, and slips his hand into my yoga pants, mimicking my actions. “Don’t try to turn this around on me. Answer me, Thea. Are you desperate for me?”

I know he can hear the sounds his fingers are making, sliding in and out of my pussy. I’m wet for him. Desperate for a way to forget the shit on my mind. “Yes. Shit.” I bite my lip, working myself against his fingers.

“Game time, Pet. One question and you get every inch of me just the way you like it.”

“No questions. Just fucking.”

“Come on, Pet. You love our games. One question, one truthful answer, and I spend all night making you feel good.”

He sinks to his knees, pulling my pants down my legs, and presses them open. They don’t move much, the range of motion hindered by the fabric pooled over the top of my sneakers. He slides a finger through my folds again. “You’re sloppy wet. I need a closer look.” He pulls out his phone, puts it between my legs, and clicks the shutter.

“You better delete that shit as soon as we’re done.”

He studies the phone screen and says, “I think you dripped a little.” With a smile, and that infamous purr of his, he redirects the conversation back to this stupid game he wants to play. “One question. One truthful answer.”

I can give that to get orgasms. “One question.”

“Shall we do some warmup ones so I can know when you’re telling the truth?”

“I’m always truthful.”

“You’ve never lied?”

“Never.”

“That’s a lie right there. I’ve never gotten a straight answer out of you.”

“Lying and evading aren’t the same thing.” I reach for him. “You’ve had your question. Time to let me play with your cock.”

“That was a warmup, a causal conversation, Thea.”

“Fine. Ask your stupid question. The real one.”

“Don’t be mad, Pet.” He offers me the vodka bottle that I don’t remember relinquishing, tipping it over my mouth so I can drink. When he pulls it away, he lowers it between my legs, teasing it against my opening.

“Finn?”

“Mmm?”

“Your question.” My pulse is rioting, my core clenching around the bottle, desperately clinging to the feeling of having something inside me. He doesn’t answer, working the bottle in and out.

He retracts it. “My question…” He puts the bottle to my mouth. I tip my head back, opening to catch. “Is why the fuck are you here lying about Scott and Moira Hughes?”

I’m shit at controlling the look of surprise on my face.

“That’s right. I know. Running around here calling them your aunt and uncle when they’re really your parents. Did you really think we wouldn’t find out, you duplicitous bitch?”

“It’s not like that, I didn’t know, I just-”

I don’t get to finish what I’m saying. He yanks me forward, shoves the neck of the bottle in my mouth, forcing the liquid down my throat. I try to pull away, but he’s holding me by the back of my head to keep me in place. I sputter and gag, trying to swallow the vodka. My stomach roils, ready for it all to come back up. He moves the bottle but clamps his hand over my mouth, forcing me to choke on the combination of alcohol and bile.

“Your time here is done. Your plan here is ruined. I suggest you go back and tell whoever you and the Hughes are working for that they’ll never infiltrate The League or cause a rift between The Trium. Get your stupid ass out of my town and school, or the next time I see you, instead of making you choke on this booze or my cock, it’ll be your blood blocking your windpipe.” He digs the point of his knife into my throat. “You feel me?”

He moves his hand, and before I can recover, he drags me over to his door and pushes me into the hallway, with my pants still down around my ankles. I drag my gaze away from my feet when a door opens behind me. Pax and Holden are standing in their respective doorways, staring at me. The cold, smug look on Pax’s face says he knows exactly what happened and is getting off on seeing me in such a humiliated state. When I turn to my room, I see a red X spray painted on the door. “What the fuck is this?”

Pax says, “You’ve got three days to be out of that room and off this campus.”

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