Page 68 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Georgia was not the kind of girl Rachel hung around with. Rachel didn’t hang around with any girls. She didn’t like the competition. So, what the hell was she doing with Georgia?
“You need to leave.”
When she tried to slam the door closed, my hand shot out, pushing it back open.
“Not so fast.” This little bitch was two seconds away from being reminded why she was looking at me like that. “I think you need to be reintroduced to someone.”
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my switchblade. Despite her firm stance, Rachel’s bottom lip quivered when I flicked it open.
“You remember him, right?” I trailed the tip over her shoulder and across her collarbone. “How he felt cutting into your skin. What your blood looked like dripping off the edge…”
Because I did. I thought about it when I jerked off at night. Don’t get me wrong, Rachel wasn’t my type. Sure, she was good-looking in a homecoming queen kind of way. But I wouldn’t fuck her with my enemy's dick, and I hated that guy.
“Do what you want to me,” Rachel lifted her chin. “But leave Georgia alone.”
“Since when are you protective?”
She was the type of girl who would step over her best friend to suck her boyfriend’s dick, in hopes that she could marry into money. That, I blamed on Kash. When Rachel first arrived on campus, she was shy and timid. Then Kash got hold of her. He fucked her for a couple of months while lavishing her with gifts and fancy dinners, then he tossed her aside.
Poor girl fell for him, and she’d been trying to find a replacement ever since. The truly fucked up part was that she was still friends with him, even though he rarely gave her the time of day. All he’d have to do was snap his fingers and she’d come running. It was sad.
“I won’t let you hurt her.”
Let? I didn’t know she had jokes.
That was when I noticed a glimmer of something else in her expression. Guilt. Now, that was something I could play with.
Leaning in, I whispered in her ear, “That’s what you said last time.”
All the color drained from her face.
“That was different,” Rachel stammered. “It wasn’t my fault.”
“Wasn’t it? You brought her there. You watched what we did to her…” I stood up, flicked my knife closed, and looked her in the eye, “Then you spread your legs for my brother.”
I still couldn’t believe Slater tapped that shit.
“I-I-I didn’t…”
“You didn’t what?” I interrupted. “You didn’t like it? Because I was there.”
She rode Slater’s cock like a fucking champ. More than once. We didn’t need to corrupt Rachel. She was already rotten. Shy little Kathy, on the other hand, wasn’t so innocent when we finished with her.
We didn’t have anything against Kathy until we found out who she was. She was supposed to be my bride, but thanks to my stepmother, we were able to ruin her before the claiming initiation took place.
Issac’s dad was not impressed. He took over everything after that. Now all the brides’ information is kept under lock and key. No one was told shit, including my asshole father and whore of a stepmother.
Rachel did not like that. She stepped in and jabbed her finger in my chest. “I never would’ve brought her if I had known. You tricked me.”
“You tricked yourself,” I scoffed back at her. “Did you really think any of us were interested in you? Come on. Look at yourself. You’re pathetic.”
She reeked of desperation. I did, however, like how she sounded when she was in pain, I’ll give her that.
“You don’t scare me, Ravi Pierce.”
“Yeah.” I stepped in just enough to make her flinch, then snickered at her reaction.
She should be thanking her lucky stars that I was bored, otherwise, I would’ve toyed with her a little longer.
