Page 28 of Sinister Legacy
Secrets make me fucking happy.
I love brooding over how to best make use of them.
And walking in on Liam and Cassie?
Well…
I couldn’t have asked for a better secret to gain leverage. The question is, when do I use it?
I watch Keira in the hallway between classes, the way Liam fawns over her as though he gives a shit.
The thing is, I think he does.
I think he’s a starved puppy who seeks negative attention by fucking her friend. He just wants Keira to notice him.
In any fucking way.
If he struggled to get her attention before, he struggles even more now that I’m in the picture. Because let’s face it, he doesn’t know what his girlfriend craves, or the fact that she wants to pretend to be raped in her sleep. He doesn’t know she gets off on humiliation and pain.
“What the fuck are you smirking at?” Jasper asks, shutting his locker beside me while I stare at her across the hallway.
I drag my eyes away slowly. So fucking slowly, Jasper waves his hand in front of my face.
“I think he fulfilled the dare,” Hayley singsongs, nudging Ava’s shoulder.
The stupid dare. I couldn’t care less about their childish games.
“Not yet,” Kit says, carrying Kara on his shoulders. “He needs to fuck her at the Halloween fair next weekend.”
“I thought he just needed to fuck her?” Ava asks, scrunching up her nose. “Why the fair specifically?”
“That’s a valid question,” Hayley agrees.
“Because Liam will be there. It’s not fun to just fuck her, is it? He needs to fuck her under her boyfriend’s nose.”
“I’m not even going to the stupid fair,” I drawl, bringing my fist to my mouth and dragging my thumb over the swell of my lip.
Ava studies me with her books pressed to her chest. “Have you fucked her?”
“Of course he has,” Hayley says, rolling her eyes. “Look at him.”
“I thought they were serious,” Ava says, referring to Keira and Liam.
“They are, but that doesn’t mean the school’s little princess can’t enjoy dick on the side, too.”
I ignore them all, annoyance flaring up inside me when Liam appears out of fucking nowhere, lifts Keira up from behind, and spins her around. That’s a thing he does a lot, and it winds me up to hear her carefree giggles. If he only knew I had my fingers in her ass last night while she strangled my dick with her soaking cunt.
Instead, I’m forced to watch him push her up against the lockers and kiss her while his filthy fucking hands slip beneath her crop top.
I’m going to cut them the fuck off.
“Jealousy doesn’t look good on you, King,” Kara teases, winking at me from her spot on Kit’s shoulders.
I tear my gaze away from the man I’m going to strangle to death with my bare hands. “I’m not fucking jealous.”
“Sure,” chuckles Kit as we start walking.
I ignore him.
