Page 33 of Ravaged Souls

Sky tapped on his shoulder, and he froze, whipping around, his lips spreading wide in a grin. He removed the headphones off his ears then pulled Sky in to give her a deep, passionate kiss.

“Hey baby,” he cooed before planting his mouth back to hers.

“Hey. Brian, this is Samara, my roommate.”

Embarrassment lit up his face when his eyes landed on me. Clearing his throat, he offered me his hand. “Hi, Samara, I’m Brian. I-uh…”

“Don’t worry,” I reassured him, shaking his hand. “I swear I didn’t see anything.”

“Right,” he nodded.

Brian was cute, but he was far from my type. His dark hair was long—long enough to throw up in a small ponytail if he wanted to. His eyes were brown, and he had a few small visible scars on his face, from a struggle with acne maybe. He had on a white T and baggy jeans that sagged a little at his waist.

“Enjoying the party so far?” he asked.

“We just got here,” Sky answered. “Do you need me to get you a drink?”

Brian shook his head. “No need.” He picked up a cup at the end of the booth, lightly shaking it. “I’m good. You girls go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I’ll be here if you need me.”

Sky kissed him again before grabbing my hand and yanking me along behind her. She led me to a row of beer kegs. There was a small table next to them with a bunch of red solo cups that had yet to be claimed.

I looked around as Sky began filling our cups. About fifty feet away from us was three large tree stumps. Sitting on them were the devils themselves, the Ravagers. Immediately I noticed Isaac had spotted me. He mumbled something to Phantom and Rhett, which had both of their stares zeroing in on me. A moment or two later Isaac got up and headed right for us.

Shit.

“Ladies,” he cooed, offering us a smile that would’ve melted the panties off of any girl, except for me of course. I still wanted to skin his ass alive for the shit he’d pulled in the dining hall. “Enjoying the party?”

“Isaac,” Sky croaked, sloshing our beer out of our cups as she fell back against my chest, making me stumble back and almost fall on my ass. “Shit, Samara, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I said calmly. To Isaac, I said, “The fuck do you want?”

He narrowed those gorgeous eyes at me, licking his lips. “You…bent over and screaming my name.”

“In your dreams, dick.”

“I got one,” he shot back at me, reaching down to adjust his raging hard on I didn’t realize I was looking at until he caught me staring. It was kind of hard not to notice when it was sticking straight out beneath his jeans. “You want to—”

“Isaac!” an angry voice shouted at us.

He closed his eyes, whisperingfuck meunder his breath as he turned and delivered a fake smile to Kinsley Sinclair, who was stomping over to us with her hands on her hips, malice flashing through her eyes. She stood in front of him then shoved at my chest.

“Back off, bitch, he’s mine!”

“I don’t want him,” I snapped back, restraining not to punch this bitch in the face for putting her hands on me.

I guess Sky wasn’t jesting about Kinsley and her overdramatic bullshit.

“A trailer trash slut like you isn’t welcome here,” she snarled, her hands moving to touch me again.

I grabbed her wrists then rammed her hard into Isaac. He locked his arms around Kinsley, grinning at me in awe as Kinsley glared at me.

“First of all, you’re overdramatic. Second of all, you better watch what the fuck you say to me. And third, put your hands on me again and I’ll cut that fake as fuck nose off your face.Try me, bitch.”

Kinsley shook in Isaac’s hold, but she didn’t retaliate. Instead of sticking around to entertain this bullshit further, I grabbed my drink from Sky’s shaky hand and pulled her behind me, determined to get as far away from all of those assholes as I could.

“Samara…”

“I know,” I growled, hating that I let Kinsley’s words get under my skin. How the fuck did she know I came from a trailer park? How the fuck did this bitch know anything about me at all?

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