Page 9 of Believe In Us

“I see someone is enjoying the party,” Kins whispers, strutting toward us, the rhinestone, silver gown she wears flowing behind her like a fucking wedding dress. Luscious blond hair falls against her shoulders in delicate, large barrel curls, and with a bright red stain on her pouty lips, she looks every bit the perfect version of Marylin Monroe, that is if Marilyn was a multimillionaire diamond heiress.

Beside me Sebastian lowers his head with a loud sigh. “Fuck off Kinsley, this doesn’t concern you,” he utters, his voice horse and irritated.

“Oh but it does Bass, tell me whose face were you imagining as you unloaded into her, was it hers just now, or mine from last night in your father’s study?” Her voice is coated in triumph as she plants the Godforsaken seed of jealousy in me. Another goddamn unwanted emotion. Fucking bitch.

I move to push Sebastian off of me and he falls back against the bed by sheer luck or because his drunk ass was caught off guard. Regardless I’m free of his clutches. I stand practically naked as I take my time adjusting my bodysuit, while bending down to slip my shorts back on.

“Aww come on Jade no need to run and cry, why leave when we can have a little bit of fun. I mean we know Sebastian has a type,” she steps forward until she stops right before me, her hand coming out to tame my just fucked hair. “Gorgeous blonde’s. We can work together, you and I. Bring the glorious bastard to his knees and make his most wicked fantasies come true, what do you say Sebastian?” she asks, looking behind me at Bass. I turn to look at him and he just lays there on the bed, in shock, dick out and all.

He doesn’t budge, doesn’t move to stand, or cover himself, doesn’t even tell her to fuck off or that’s she’s gone completely bonkers. He does absolutely nothing, and it fucking pisses me off. Asshole. I swear he smirks at me questioningly before I glare at him with murderous eyes, snapping him from his drunken haze.

“I said fuck off Kinsley,” he shouts. “Nothing fucking happened yesterday in my father’s study, and claiming it did is a desperate bitch move, even for you.” Now it’s my turn to smugly grin at the bitch who clearly made up the ruse just to fuck with me. I turn back to her and wink all the while she stands there mouth wide open and scowling at me before I reach out to tuck a loose curl behind her ear.

“Find another dick to fall on tonight honey,” I sneer, my voicethick and dripping with seduction. “That one has my name carved onto its thick, veiny shaft.” I lick my lips, moving to whisper into her ear. I hear Sebastian chuckle behind us and it only eggs me on. A glazed look of lust appears in her blue eyes, as I look down and find her nipples erect proving she is in fact aroused. Not sure if it’s because of the position she found Sebastian and I in, if she was under the doorway watching us, or if the bitch is suddenly hot for pussy and wants a piece of me too. I bite down on the lobe of her ear, teasing her in case it’s the latter. “And this pussy, well it only wants one thing, and it’s nothing you have to offer.”

Chapter

Four

JADE

One week later

“I have a confession,” I blurt out, my foolishly blunt mouth getting the best of me yet again. I’m standing in Scar’s bedroom watching her as she changes into her chosen outfit for the night, a sexy as fuck faux leather mini skirt showing of her rockstar toned calves and perky little ass, and a white sleeveless crop top baring the perfect amount of cleavage. She almost traded the top for a less provocative looking one but being the awesome sister that I am, I’ve convinced her there is no better outfit for tonight. Afterall, it’s Ace’s birthday party and there is nothing he’d appreciate more than my sister, his girlfriend, in this outfit.

“What?” she asks nervously, taking a sip of the cocktail I handed her as I hold mine tightly in my hands, almost cracking the plastic cup as I anxiously await her reaction to what I’m about tosay next. I blame the large amounts of tequila currently in my system for my impulsiveness tonight.

“I fucked Bass on New Years’ Eve!” I blurt out, Scar nearly choking on her drink and spitting it out as we watch it splatter all over the mirror. “Actually I also fucked him the first night you guys got to the cabin. When you and Ace were fucking like rabbits, it’s how I heard you guys. I was next door in Bass’ room. To tell you the truth, you’re guys moaning kind of got us going,” I shrug my shoulders and can’t help but laugh at the sheer look of terror currently plastered on her face.

I shiver slightly, as she blankly stares, her mood rapidly shifting to more of a solemn one. My outfit does nothing to warm me up, my turquoise strapless dress ends just above my thighs and the five-inch, stiletto heels make me tower over Scar as she remains barefoot.

“What the fuck Jade!” she shouts after a brief moment, throwing a box of tissues at me. I easily dodge it but lose my balance slightly in these fucking heels.

“I know, I know. I fucked up. God I fucked up, but God if it wasn’t fucking hot. Like holy shit the man knows just what to do.” I bite my lip, my eyes practically rolling back at the memory of Bass’s eyes, hands, and mouth on me.

“Wow, declaring your devotion to the big man. Must have been some crazy sex to turn you saintly,” Scar sneers mockingly, “Didn’t know you two were...”

“Oh fuck no!” I shout, shaking my head, “It was a one-time thing, obviously. Well two times or more. I mean he’s fucking gorgeous, and like I said a savage beast in the bedroom but fuck if I can stand being in the same room as him.” I walk over to the tequila bottle on her dresser pouring us each another shot. I’m going to need it; this conversation did not turn out the way I was expecting it to.

“Careful Jade sounds a lot like you like the guy. I mean I’m the number one example of how hot hate sex can be. It literally sumsup my entire relationship with Ace, but with Bass, I mean is it possible to say he has more demons than Ace.”

“Fuck if that isn’t true. I mean the way he fucks, God it honestly felt like he wanted to fuck me to death. The choking, the restraints, the ass grabbing, squeezing, smacking. He’s fucking rough, I mean thankfully I’m no fucking virgin, cause ouch.”

“Okay I don’t need the gory details, Jade.”

“If not to my fucking sister, then who am I supposed to confess to.” We clink our cups together, gulping down the tequila in one swift drink.

“Do you like, like him?” she asks me, clearly cringing because of the tequila I know she hates.

Her question irritates me, not understanding why she’d think I’d actually like someone like Sebastian Silver. “What the fuck kind of question is that Scar, are we in middle school or something?” I ask, pouring myself another shot.

“Calm the fuck down, it was a question. Besides, didn't you want to talk about it?”

“The sex, nothing else,” I sneer. Bass is everything I despise, entitled, arrogant and downright fucking bossy. However, wrapped up in a deliciously, alluring package, he’s fucking dangerous and bad for my health, so obviously I’m obsessed.

“So you do have feelings for him?” she questions me. “You wouldn’t be getting so defensive if you didn’t care.”

I gasp utterly shocked, as I bring a hand up to lay over my heart. “Sis, you better than anyone knows this thing in here, supposedly keeping us alive, is incapable of ever feeling anything more than disdain for anyone who isn’t you and the guys. It has limited capacity, real bad turnaround time, and no current vacancies. Out of order, disconnected, not in service. Definitely never will be for a man, daddy dearest made sure of that. Though if he hadn’t, Roman secured it never will.”

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