Page 353 of Filthy Elites

I think about how fucking stupid he must think I am. He comes to my house to kidnap me, and I think he’s there to cuddle.

“Good thing you got that last fuck in, huh?” I mutter.

“You asked for that fuck,” he reminds me. “Practically begged for it.”

Talk about salt in the fucking wound.

He hasn’t been exactly chatty during this horrendous drive, so I’m surprised when he says, “Don’t mention that to her.”

My eyes widen and I stare at him. “Are youfuckingkidding me?”

If I could rip his face off his skull right now, I fucking would.

The sound of a car door opening outside gets our attention. Dare’s gaze flickers to the rearview mirror, then he looks back at me. “I’m serious, Aubrey. I didn’t plan to fuck you. Do not fucking tell her that.”

Oh, I’ll tell her, all right. In explicit detail.

“I’m going to tell her you came inside me,” I state, smiling at him. “That you told me you wanted to have a family with me.”

“Christ,” he says, looking more aggravated than I have ever seen him before. “This is not the fucking time for that.”

“If you don’t want yourside pieceto tell yourstupid fucking psycho girlfriend–”

Anae opens the passenger door.

I don’t wait for her to grab me and pull me out.

I launch myself at her, digging my nails into her scalp and ripping at her hair.

“What the fuck!” she shrieks, falling back a couple of steps, unprepared for the attack.

“Jesus Christ.” Dare slams the car door and a second later, he’s grabbing me and pulling me off her, easily restraining me as I fight like hell to get away from him and attack her some more.

If they’re going to kill me, I want to at least rip her fucking hair out first.

“You dumb whore,” Anae yells.

“You’re a fucking psycho,” I scream back. “Anunhingedfucking psycho who can’t even keep her boyfriend satisfied when she lets him fuck around.”

Anae literally seems to grow two sizes, that’s how full of rage she is.

“This is really fucking great,” Dare bitches.

“Howdareyou,” Anae says like a dragon about to breathe fire.

“I didn’t lose my keys!” I say, struggling to turn back to face her while Dare restrains me. “He fucked me while you were outside waiting—”

Dare’s hand clamps down hard over my mouth. The shock of cool leather startles me out of my blind rage and I realize,oh shit,he’s wearing his black leather gloves.

“Are you fucking serious, Dare?” Anae demands. “You really had to bang her one more time before you brought her outside? You are such an asshole.”

I try to scream out more juicy details, but Dare keeps his hand firmly covering my mouth. “Open the goddamn door,” he barks at Anae.

She glares at me as she storms past him to do as he ordered. I glare right back.

Dare has me pulled against his body as he drags me inside. Leaning in, he murmurs in my ear, “You are not being a very good girl.”

I would like to shove him off a cliff, so if he thinks I care at all what he thinks of my behavior, he’s very confused.

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