Page 28 of Kings of Westbrook High

Wren and Kai jump out and head over there to double check the building's empty while I round the car to open the trunk, stepping back as soon as I do because I'm not fucking stupid. Callie kicks her legs out and tries to land a hit to my cock so I snatch her ankles and throw them open, wrapping her thighs around my hips to lift her out by her waist. She fights to pull air into her lungs, looking a little scared and a lot panicked, but I don't miss the way her thighs clench around me when I grab her ponytail and pull, forcing her head back to look at me.

I haven't been gentle with this girl from day one. Not my style. I've been rough with her, damn near strangled her and pinned her over and over again, but she never seems to care.

Knowing I've caught her off guard just enough for her to drop her little bad girl act, I search her eyes and I see it. She doesn't necessarily enjoy pain, she's just used to it. She expects it from men - a realization that pisses me off more than it should.

I hold her still with one hand wrapped around her back and the other around her hair, then I press my mouth to her cheek and rip the tape off with my teeth, spitting it on the floor.

She says nothing.

With her wrists taped behind her back and her legs wrapped around my hips, she stares deep into my eyes and strips me bare.

All I can do is let her.

She sees my anger because I allow it. She uses it to fuel her own. Our ragged breathing mixes together for what feels like an eternity and I damn near forget what I’m even doing here.

She's so fucking beautiful.

She licks that sexy little lip ring and I drop my eyes to watch her do it, feeling my cock harden in my sweats when I imagine pinning her down on the hood of my car just as she is now and fucking her bare until she's screaming my name and begging me to let her come.

A light laugh leaves her and I snap out of it, glaring when she drops her forehead on mine.

“I know you want me.” She smirks, teasing my mouth with hers. “You gonna take me right here, big brother? Fuck me hard and show me how mad I make you?”

I groan before I can stop it, knowing she's fucking with me but damn near falling for it anyway. Any other guy I know would have jumped at that, untied her wrists and given her the time and space she needed to smack him in the balls and get herself out of here unharmed.

I'm not any other guy, though.

And just the thought of how many times she's had to talk and act like that to save her own ass has me seething all over again.

I shouldn't give a fuck. I wouldn't if it were any other girl. But with Callie..

What is it about you, punk?

Her brows snap in the center like she heard me and I shake it off, lifting my eyes when my little brothers step up either side of us.

Wren nods once and I smirk. “Do it.”

“Do what?” She panics, struggling in my grip when Kai presses his chest to her back and rips the tape from her wrists.

“Wait and see, sister.” He teases, laughing when she growls and tries to smack him.

I throw her down on her feet and grab both her wrists when takes a swing at me, tightening my grip in warning. “Don't.”

Of fucking course, she fights me anyway, the defiant little punk.

Unable to run away, she quickly looks around and freezes when she spots the huge building behind her, frowning. “What are you doing?”

We ignore her.

Wren stays on her left while Kai stays on her right, surrounding her on all sides while she remains in the center of our human triangle. Legend by The Score blares through the speakers of my car and I watch right along with her, waiting for it. Not a second later, the gasoline soaked building bursts into flames and she jumps a fucking mile, dropping her jaw when it clicks. I smirk and pull her into me, knowing our time is up.

“I told you we'd send you packing.” I tease, speaking over her lips. “Nice knowin’ you, punk.”

She glares when I shove her ass down on the gravel, looking us over while we back away from her as one. She hears the sirens in the distance and glances off that way, not noticing when Kai tosses a designer wallet at her feet. We grin like the pricks she calls us and jump back in my car, leaving her there to take the fall.

She's not going anywhere any time soon. She doesn't know that, though, and I don't want her to. Because we're not only testing her conniving little bitch of a mother tonight.

We're testing her, too.

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