Page 30 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

"Where the fuck are you two fuckers going?" I ask.

Reid chuckles. "They're leaving to make out."

Everyone laughs, but Valen glances at Veronica and Maddy, and I want to pour acid into his eyes. "I'm going to follow the girls to make sure they get home safe."

“Since when do you care if anyone gets home safe?" Draven adds, "I get why Garret is doing it."

"Relax, Veronica and I are actually friends."

"When did this happen?" Draven asks sarcastically.

"After I sucked his cock," Veronica blurts. My nostrils flare when Garret grins and points in her direction and winks. "It was good, by the way, baby. No complaints."

"I'm glad I could be of service," she purrs.

Jess claps her hands together with a grin on her face. I want to pull Veronica into the pool and punish her for giving me a visual of her and Garret, but I surprise myself by chiming in to get her attention, pushing myself out of the pool. "I can find something you can service," I tell her and then turn toward Garret and Valen. "I got her. Make sure Maddison makes it home."

Veronica's eyes go wide in panic. "What are you doing?"

I smirk, quickly dry myself off, slide on sweatpants, and grab my hoodie and wallet from the lounge chair. "You need a ride."

"Not from you."

"I'm not asking, Veronica," I say in a harsh tone. "Let's go." She stomps off, muttering under her breath, and I smile to myself because I love it when she's combative. It makes my dick hard.

"I tell you to stay away, and you do the opposite," Valen scolds.

Not caring that we are in mixed company, I look at the guys, mentally making a list of things I need to do. "Meeting. I will send the invite."

The Bedford twins raise their brows in tandem because I only call a meeting when something is off, and it is...something is way off.

I unlock my car but notice Veronica walking toward the gate. "Get in, Veronica."

"Why, we both know you don't want to take me home."

She's right. I want to take her to my home. Preferably in my bed, so I can punish her.

Walking toward the passenger side, I open the door and wait impatiently. She knows not to push me. She shakes her head, stomping toward my car in her wedge heels. "You want to take the whore home? Wouldn't you be ashamed to be seen with me or that I might contaminate your precious car?"

"How could that be? Won't your daddy be happy that I'm taking you home?" I challenge.

"I can find my way home, and no, my daddy won't be happy if he sees you dropping me off."

My gaze slides down her top, pausing at her plump breasts, remembering how her nipples tasted. Like honey. "Why is that?"

"Because I'm trying to be a good girl, and I don't ride in cars with bad boys," she purrs.

I rub my thumb over her bottom lip and imagine her taking my cock hard and deep. Her eyes focus on me like she can't believe I'm touching her.

"What makes you a bad girl?"

Her tongue pokes out and caresses the pad of my thumb, and my dick twitches in my pants, telling me to take her home, but I can't. Not yet.

"You made me a bad girl, Alaric. So. Very. Bad."

I pull her bottom lip down with my thumb and watch it part submissively, her tongue sliding over it like it's my cock.

"Is that why you bled for me?"

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