Page 47 of Kings of Westbrook High

“You want the truth?” I lick my lips, smirking when her greedy eyes drop to follow the movement. “I knew you'd be careful with what you said if you knew we'd hear it. We needed it done and we needed proof, so quit bein’ a little bitch and get the fuck over it.”

Another hit, another shot of vodka and she's back to I don't give a fuck mode. “What do you want, Damon?”

“I want you.” I say without hesitation, sliding my free hand over her back to grip her ass beneath her tight little denim shorts.

She jolts and wraps her hands around my neck, licking her lips. “Just like that, huh?”

“Just like that.”

“And what makes you think you can have me?” She raises a brow, moaning when I rub her pussy on my cock.

“Because when I want something, I take it and it's mine.”

“Must be nice.”

I slide my finger over the edge of her thong, smirking when I feel the wet spot on the thin scrap of lace between her thighs. “You want me, too.”

“Find me a girl in this city who doesn't.”

“You're different.” I speak over her lips, tangling my fingers in her hair. “You don't want me for my money or my status or even my name. You're not like them, Callie.”

“You don't know that.” She argues, moaningagain when I tilt her head back to tease her neck with my mouth. “You don't know me.”

“Show me, then.” I challenge, lightly nipping her skin. “Show me who you really are and I'll fuck you until you forget it.”

“How about you just fuck me anyway?” She teases, forcing a groan from me when she takes over and grinds her hips on my cock. “Right here, right now. Fuck me outta your system and let me do the same.”

“That’s not gonna work for me.” I force her still, pulling back an inch to look her in the eye. “Give me something, punk.”

She pulls her brows in at that, sliding her eyes from me to the Palace behind me and back again. “I've got nothin’ to give you, big brother.”

I lick my lips, bouncing my eyes between hers while I think on her meaning. She means that, honest to god believes she’s worth nothing more than a meaningless fuck. Just when I open my mouth to tell her she's wrong, shouts fill my ears and I look over my shoulder, squinting into the distance when I eye several bodies crowded on the beach behind us, my little brother dead fucking center of it all.

“Fuck, that's Wren.” Callie hisses, jumping off my lap with reflexes like a damn ninja.

I hop to my feet and snatch her hand, pulling her back to block her path. “Stay here.”

“Fuck that.” She takes off running and I follow, telling myself I will smack that sexy little ass for every single time she's dared to tell me no.

The crowd surrounding the commotion splits when they see me coming and the little punk takes that as an invitation, runs straight through to the middle without a care in the world. I growl and grab my boy Ryan considering Levi's the one on the floor beneath Wren, the fucking idiot.

“Grab her and don't let her go.”

Ryan nods and quickly moves to do as he's told, grabbing Callie by the waist and lifting her off her feet like she weighs nothing. She curses him out and tries to swing for him but I ignore it and move to grab Wren, pulling him off his fucking friend and shoving his ass back.

“What happened?”

He glares and shoves me right back. “Nothin’.”

“Don't bullshit me.”

“Then don't ask!”

My nostrils flare and I look down at Levi, taking in his dirty blond hair covered in sand and his face covered in blood, the same blood covering my little brother's knuckles. I raise a brow and he drops his head back in the sand, telling me all I need to know.

“Where is she?”

“Damon-”

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