Page 57 of The Sinner (Haven Grace Prep 1)

“Doesn’t feel good, does it?” I cross my arms over my chest.

He shakes his head and takes a step back, a devious smile spreading across his face. “Tell Delaney you don’t need a ride home today.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you’re coming with me.” He brings his lips to my ear, and his warm breath causes me to shiver. “I’m going to fuck the thoughts of Jace right out of you. By the time I’m done, the only name you’ll remember is mine.”

18

Grayson

By the end of the day, I’m on edge with the need to get Savannah out of here and back to my house. I already know my mom isn’t home, having left to spend the weekend visiting my Aunt Lauren. She o

ffered to wait for me so I could go with her, but I declined. I have more pressing matters here.

The image of Sav on Jace’s lap is burned into my brain, taunting me at every turn. She had every opportunity to sit on mine, and she chose him. I know it wasn’t because she wants him. She was doing it to get a rise out of me. Well, it worked. She’s got my attention—every fucking bit of it.

Everyone starts heading for the doors, with Jace giving Savannah a hug that lasts just a little too long. Her eyes meet mine from over his shoulder, and I can see the amusement in them. Once they’re gone, she turns to me.

“Did you tell Delaney you have a ride home?”

She nods. “Did you tell your little slut you’re not coming over today?”

“Nope. She’s not my concern, though. Teaching you a lesson is.”

Standing her ground, she looks as unfazed as ever. “Do your worst.”

She follows me out the back door of the school and over to my car. Some people stare as they see us, wondering why the two people who seem to hate each other would be leaving together. I’m almost positive this is going to get back to Carter and Jace, but frankly, I don’t give a shit. They should hear about it. Maybe then they’ll know not to fuck with what’s mine.

The drive home is quiet, with neither of us willing to cave. She stares out the window with that same confident look on her face, not faltering for a second. There’s a point she wants to prove, and she isn’t backing down.

I pull into my driveway, and the two of us get out. Unlocking and opening the door, I gesture for her to go in first. She looks around at the house she knows as well as I do, then turns to me.

“No one’s home?”

Shaking my head, I step closer. “The house is mine, all weekend.”

She holds my gaze and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. “What are you going to do with so much alone time?”

“You.”

“Me?” A small yet condescending giggle leaves her mouth. “And exactly what do you plan on doing to me?”

“I’m going to blur the lines of pleasure and pain, and make you beg for mercy as I bring you to the edge—over, and over, and over again.” I bend down to nip at her earlobe, gently sucking it into my mouth. “Go upstairs. I want you on my bed and waiting for me by the time I get up there.”

“And I want you to end whatever friends with benefits shit you have going on with Kinsley.”

I almost laugh, knowing I haven’t touched that girl since Savannah’s birthday—when she destroyed my sex life and claimed me for herself without even knowing she did it. But this, right here, is about control, and I’m not willing to give that up any time soon.

With one arm wrapped around her back, I pull her into me. “Do I look like I take orders from you?”

“You get what you give,” she retorts. “For every minute that you spend focused on that bitch, I’ll be flirting with Jace.”

She’s infuriating, pushing at all my buttons and making it hard to keep my cool. I lean down and press my lips to hers in a ravenous kiss that shows her just how close I am to snapping. When I back away, she’s momentarily dazed.

“Upstairs,” I repeat, and she rolls her eyes before finally listening.

“Bossy.”

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