Page 13 of Wicked Pursuit

“Call it my best friend superpower.” She looks amazing, as always, her hair pulled back in a wet look that gives fuck-me-in-the-shower vibes. “Check out this dress.” She turns the camera to face a full-length mirror, and I actually gasp. The dress is stunning, a slick bodycon masterpiece that hugs her generous curves and looks almost transparent. She moves, and I realize the translucence a trick of the light and fabric. Clever.

“There’s no way your dad is letting you out of the house in that.”

“I’m an adult and can make my own clothing decisions.” She sounds startlingly like her mother when she says it. Michelle flips the camera back around and glares into it. “My superpower was right. You’re not even ready.”

“I just need to put on my dress.” I spent entirely too much time on my makeup and hair, fighting my straight tresses into some semblance of waves and pairing subtle smokey eyes with crimson lips.

She frowns like she doesn’t believe me. “What dress are you wearing?”

“I don’t know now. You’re going to show me up,” I say teasingly.

“Yeah, yeah, I show everyone up.” She closes her eyes, and I get the distinct impression that she’s going through my closet by memory. Michelle has inherited her mother’s fashion sense, but not the desire to create clothing for other people. “The sheath dress. The black one. Don’t wear anything under it but your best lingerie. We’re getting youfuckedtonight, my friend.”

The dress she’s talking about actuallyissheer. The cut is loose and high along my throat, but it barely hits the tops of my thighs, and while it hangs dramatically wide, it’s meant to be worn with a shift underneath. “Bold statement.”

“On all counts.” She grins, completely unrepentant. “Also, Zayne is coming out. I couldn’t convince Guinevere to join us, and Cassim never returns my calls, so he didn’t get an invite. Jo is busy doing... something... with Kiley and Sunara. Probably playing checkers with how boring those three are. Talia said maybe.”

“Talia always says maybe and then doesn’t come.” The heirs and spares of Carver City all attended a private school on neutral territory in our formative years. I think the goal was to create a bond between us so that the peace would last past our parents’ generation. It worked with me and Michelle—and Zayne, though he’s a spare. The rest? We’re friendly enough when it’s required, but I wouldn’t call us friends.

“Hope springs eternal. I called you a car. It will be there in ten, so you better be ready. Love you, see you soon.” She hangs up before I can curse her out for being bossy.

I grab the dress she recommended, though. And while I throw on my best black lace panties, I bypass the bra entirely. Instead I take a minute to use some makeup to make my nipples appear like hearts. Michelle wants to get me fucked tonight? I’m going to make sure it happens.

What happens if Wolf kills them?

I shove the thought aside. I can’t even prove he killed Rafe, for all that he acted like he’s responsible. He might have been bluffing.

The reasoning feels flimsy, but I don’t let that stop me from yanking on sky-high heels and hurrying down to the sidewalk to meet the car Michelle called. As it pulls from the curb, my phone dings with a text.

Wolf

Going somewhere?

I glare at my phone. So hewaswatching me today. He just decided that I didn’t deserve attention. Well, fuck that. If he won’t give me attention, then someone else will. I snap a picture of myself, ensuring he can clearly see my heart-shaped nipples. I send him the photo.

I’m going to get fucked.

Wolf

Baby, you try my patience. Friday is tomorrow.

I grin even as my heart beats faster.

I already told you I’m not showing up.

Wolf

Liar.

You’re just my stalker. You don’t get to tell me what to do.

Wolf

Wrong on both counts.

Do you like my dress, BABY?

Wolf

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