Page 31 of Don't You Pucking Dare

"No, no, no," I shout as I lose complete control of my body.

Brody leans down and says, "Shut that pretty mouth up before I shove my dick in there and shut it up for you."

Anger surges through me, and I wish he fucking would. I seethe, "Just fucking do it and get this over with! The quicker you do it, the faster you can get over this infatuation you have with me, you fucking sick bastard!"

His dick is pressed against my ass as he leans down and chuckles, "I don’t think I’ll ever be done with you, Duchess. Not when you fight me like this. Not when you play this sick game back. If Jack fucked you before I got here, you would wake up tomorrow with him hanging in your closet. Do not fuck with me, Duchess." He presses his dick harder against me. "Do you feel that? This fucking turns me on, seeing you like this, but I’m not like Jack, no. I’ll have you crawling on your knees begging me to fuck you. And you’ll keep coming back for more."

"Just fuck me already!" I shout.

"Is that an invitation, Duchess?"

"That’s why you’re here, isn’t it? To claim that I’m yours?"

Jack finishes, and Kiah is furious as she launches off the bed and pushes Jack. He just laughs and says, "Relax, babe. It’s all good. Look, your friend is fine."

Kiah walks over and pushes Brody, but Jack is pulling her off.

Kiah shouts, "Get the fuck off of her!"

Brody says, "She likes my dick where it’s at, don’t you, Duchess? She’s begging me to fuck her."

Kiah isn’t listening to him as she cries for him to get off.

I say, "Kiah, I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay."

Brody grabs my blanket and wraps it around me as I sit up. Kiah is hitting Jack and then she’s shoving Brody. Jack reaches for his clothes while Brody and I hold our stare. I lured him out. I pissed him off. I finally know what he looks like. I finally get to see him. All of him. Tattoos, abs, hot face. I can’t stop staring as my words echo: just fuck me already.

Brody must be playing a dangerous game by the looks on his face. He’s livid, right where I want him. If he won’t fuck me then I’ll have to find someone who will because the heartbeat in my pussy is getting stronger by the second.

Jack is watching me with hungry eyes that I suddenly don’t approve of, but I guess that’s what I deserve when I had my pussy and ass in his face while he was fucking Kiah.

The two guys quickly get dressed and speak a silent language that me and Kiah are unaware of. Jack leaves first and then Brody walks out after him. Once the door is shut, Kiah starts bawling her eyes out as she hugs me. I’m still shaken, afraid they’ll come back. Me and Kiah just hold each other, reassuring one another that we’re okay, watching the door until she falls fast asleep.

Chapter 14

I pin Jack against the wall outside Lola's door before he can blink. "The fuck you playing at?"

"Easy, man." His smirk makes my fingers twitch with the need to erase it. "Just making sure your little cellist knows she has options."

The sound of his skull hitting brick echoes in the empty hallway. "What the fuck were you doing there?"

"Relax." He laughs, even with my forearm against his throat. "Haven't touched her. Yet. Won’t make any promises next time."

I release him with a shove that makes him stumble. Everything's spiraling— the Reaper initiation, my shot at going pro, and now this thing with Lola that's turning into a fucking battle. God damn, she’s not as innocent as she pretends to be. She’s fucking with me on purpose. That lingerie? Making out with her roommate? Inviting Jack over? What the fuck is she playing at, luring in Jack and straddling his fucking face so that he could fuck Lola at the sight of her.

Just to… what? Piss me off?

No, because she’s just a fucking whore like the rest of them.

Well, her mission is complete. I’m fucking livid, and my asshole teammate, roommate is half to blame. He walked right into their trap and didn’t object when he saw her in that lingerie.

I need to stake my fucking claim now before this gets more out of hand.

The Reaper compound looms ahead as I pull up. Noah's waiting with that predator's grin that means he's got what I need. Jack leaves us be. I could fucking tie him up and beat the hell out of him. Instead, I’ll take that out on my little Duchess.

Noah hands me a stack of photos. It’s pictures that will destroy Rick Kemper’s reputation while protecting my identity. Smart angles, careful shadows, just enough detail to be damning. I had Noah’s men take these shots while I stalked in the background to make sure they were successful.

"These'll do the job," I say, pocketing the forgeries. "Ready to see what's in the basement?"

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