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“Yeah.” I lie, rolling my eyes when he raises a brow, somehow knowing I’m full of shit.

He leans in further and presses his lips to mine, teasing but never taking them fully. “You need to eat.”

I pull my brows, digging my nails into his shoulders when he slides his hands over my thighs to grip my ass.

“I’m not hungry.”

“Liar.” He whispers, sliding the tip of his tongue over my lip ring. “Tell you what. Eat something now, and I’ll eat you when I get home.”

With that, he backs away from me and leaves to go to school, leaving me with a wet pussy and a few thoughts that have no business filling my head. I sigh and hop down, heading for the stairs to go back to bed, but then I stop to look over my shoulder, eyeing the empty penthouse and the fancy ass stove I’m sure hasn’t been used since their Mom died.

I’ll be alone here for hours..

Fuck it.

I hop up on the counter to snoop through the kitchen cabinets overhead, grinning when I find a bag of flour and some cocoa powder. “Jackpot.”

Chapter 20

Damon

She would’ve been forty three today.

I’m agitated and ready to break something, my Dad’s fucked off to LA to pretend his evil little bitch of a wife doesn’t exist, and my little brothers are barely getting through first period without losing their shit.

Just then, Kai runs his mouth again, getting in Freya’s face for no reason other than the fact he wants to play with something. We haven’t spoken a word to her for over a year now, so it’s no surprise she’s shitting herself and damn near crying her twisted heart out in front of the entire class.

“Thought you were leaving.” He teases her, smirking when she shrinks in on herself and drops her eyes to the floor.

“I am.”

“What was that?” He steps closer, lifting his hand to his ear. “I can’t hear you.”

“Tomorrow.” She mutters, still not brave enough to meet his stare.

“Hear that, brother?” He licks his lips, stepping into her again when she tries to back away. “Wonder if she’ll give you a goin’ away present.”

Wren stands from his seat to plaster his chest to her back, sandwiching her between him and Kai. “What do you say, Frey?” He rasps in her ear, sliding his hands around her tiny little waist. “Wanna give me one last ride for old times’ sake?”

She swallows, shaking her head.

“No?” Kai raises a brow, lifting her chin to force her eyes up to his. “That’s not very nice now, is it?”

She whimpers, damn near shaking where she stands she’s that afraid of them. “Wren, please.”

“Now we’re talkin’.” He grins, snatching her wrist to rub his thumb over the tattoo there. “You remember how I like it, don’t you, baby?”

Her porcelain skin turns ghostly white and Kai laughs like a psychopath, looking at Wren. “Would you really hit that again?”

“Not a fuckin’ chance, brother.”

He smirks, leaning his ass back on his desk. “Go away.”

She doesn’t need to be told twice.

She runs out of class without looking back and I shake my head, sliding my eyes back to the boys. “You done?”

They shrug as one, dropping down in their seats either side of me. Miss Miller resumes her lesson like nothing happened and the three of us sit quiet a moment, all lost in our own heads, all thinking about the same thing, I’m guessing.

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