Page 109 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
I snorted at the fakeness of his statement.
Kash Murphy wasn’t the nice guy he pretended to be. He wasn’t doing this out of some desire to protect Georgia. Kash cared even less about her than I did. No, this was about winning for him.
That was the only reason he wanted back in. And I might’ve let him, just so I could show him who Georgia belonged to, if she wasn’t staring at him like he was her savior.
“You already declined,” I growled at Kash. “So, sit the fuck down.”
If any of our so-called friends had an ounce of decency, then they might’ve backed him up. But they didn’t. The only thing this crowd was interested in was destroying each other.
“But—”
“Sit down, Murphy,” Levi interrupted. “You had your chance.”
Levi wasn’t doing this to back me up. He was enjoying the show, plain and simple. Lord Levi Jacobs was a voyeur at heart. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had cameras planted all over this room, including in the closet.
“Sorry, man, better luck next time.” Ravi slapped his hand on Kash’s shoulder, then walked over to us.
While the situation amused everyone else, Georgia was not amused at all. She stood there with her mouth open, too shocked to move. Or she was scared. I didn’t really care, but I did enjoy the way her arm was trembling in my grip.
Levi shot Georgia a wink as Ravi grabbed her other arm and sang, “Have fun, Babydoll.”
Georgia didn’t do anything as we led her over to the closet. She didn’t argue, try to pull away, or even shake her head indefiance. She just stared off like she couldn’t believe this was happening. It was kind ofpathetic actually, and made me hate my dad a little more.
These party games were so immature. I loathed them. Truth or Dare, Would You Rather, Spin the Bottle. I’d rather slit my own throat, but at least I got some amusement from others’ discomfort. But this… this wasn’t worth the effort it took to walk across the room. If Georgia reacted like this over a stupid fucking game, then breaking her wasn’t going to be any fun at all.
I didn’t want a bride who would freeze when she got scared. I wanted someone who would fight. Someone who wouldn’t be afraid to dig her sharp little claws into my skin while she snarled and bit back. I wanted someone I could conquer, not someone who defeated herself.
Ravi must’ve picked up on my lack of enthusiasm because when we stepped into the closet, he smiled down at Georgia and whispered, “Where’s your pepper spray now, Sunshine?”
The door clicked closed, engulfing us in darkness, and Georgia’s need to fight ignited. She lashed out, throwing her limbs about wildly.
Her nails raked across my chest while Ravi let out an oof, and she snarled, “Don’t you dare touch me.”
Now, this was fun.
“Calm down, Peaches,” I snatched her arm when I felt her hand whiz past my face and yanked her into me. “If you keep fighting, you might turn me on.”
“Fuck you, Issac,” she spat upward at me so angrily that I could taste her hatred.
There was that fire I craved. My cock was hard as fuck now. All I could think about was tearing Georgia’s clothes off and slamming into her so hard that the whole house would hear her scream over the music vibrating through the floor under our feet. But even then, I would’ve controlled myself and stood backwaiting for the time to run out. Like I said, why let Ravi win that easily?
Then she slapped me.
Georgia’s small hand cracked off my shoulder, although I was pretty sure she was aiming for my face, sending a resounding crack through the closet. And control was no longer an option.
An eerie coolness chased away the frustration burning through my veins. There was no longer a Society doctrine, or bride I didn’t want to claim. There was just her and the slap of disrespect stinging on my shoulder.
I looked down at the shadowy silhouette of the girl I could feel glaring back at me. “That was your first mistake, Peaches.”
Her palm cracked off me again, this time hitting my cheek.
“And that was your last,” I said in a cold, calm tone. “Ravi…Grab her.”
Ever seen a feral cat fight when they became cornered? It was an amazing thing to witness. A small, little animal with sharp claws and angry teeth, ready to give everything they had because they would rather die fighting than admit defeat. When Ravi reached out to grab her, that was what Georgia reminded me of.
She lost it, swinging her hands and kicking her feet. But it did no good. Unlike the cat—who had a natural born killer instinct—Georgia was nothing but a little girl sandwiched between two much stronger men, and this closet didn’t give us any extra room. She had nowhere to go.
Once my eyes had adjusted enough to see more than her silhouette, I lifted her and slammed her back againstRavi’s front. His fist tangled in her hair almost immediately, yanking her head back.
