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Chapter 11

BILLIE LUCAS

WhenIwake,Iwipe the sleep from my eyes and sit straight up, finding myself in Christian’s bedroom. What the actual fuck?! He’s not anywhere to be found when I look around, adjusting my skirt around my thighs. A blush crawls into my cheeks when I remember how Christian had me pinned up against his door while he fingered me until I not only came all over his hand, but squirted all over him. I haven’t had an orgasm like that in forever, feeling almost embarrassed how my body betrayed me like that.

He’s not supposed to know how much I want him. My pussy literally told him I’m their pet without having to use my words, because after this, there’s no denying them anymore.

I slide from the bed and rush to the door to get the hell out of here, but the bathroom door whips open and my jaw literally hits the fucking floor. Christian stands there completely naked, only a towel on his head as he dries his hair. His eyes are covered, giving me a moment to gawk at the hottest guy I think I’ve ever seen.

His body reminds me of a Greek statue, much like how I remember Holden’s body being, but Christian is bulkier and covered in tattoos. I can’t pull my gaze from his long torso and his flexing abs, but then my eyes drop to his cock and my eyeballs almost fall out of my head.

Christian Veradin has a fucking piercing through the head of his cock. I can’t stop staring at the metal barbell there, and when he moves I see two more on the underside of his shaft. I’m openly gawking, completely unashamed.

“Like what you see, little hellfire?”

My eyes whip up to find Christian watching me with a devilish smirk on his sexy lips. He’s not trying to cover himself up at all, leaning against the bathroom door frame to give me a better look at him. My mouth is dry, feeling like a damn desert when I try to swallow.

“It feels the best in your ass,” he tells me, giving me a mental visual that weakens my knees. “That tight little hole.”

Reaching down, he strokes himself, and I watch his cock harden right before my eyes. I feel my asshole tighten as I clench my knees together and peer over at him. I’m speechless, unable to form words of any kind.

I originally came over here to tell him about what my mom told me regardinghismom being my godmother, but we all know how that worked out. Now I can’t think about anything other than his cock or how his fingers alone made me feel. And his mouth? Fuck me sideways, okay? His mouth is my newest addiction.

He moves from the door frame and comes right for me, dropping the towel from his head before he steps over it. I step back, hitting my knees against his bed before I’m forced to sit. But when I realize his dick is right in front of me, I don’t look back up at him. I wonder what he’ll taste like when I bury his length deep in my mouth. Will it feel good—for both of us—when I flick my tongue over the piercings?

Placing a finger beneath my jaw, he tilts my head back and forces me to look up. He’s smirking, looking down with heavy lids. “As much as I want you to squirt on my cock, little hellfire, we gotta wait.”

I lick my lips and swallow hard before I ask, “Wait for what?”

His phone rings again, and he laughs. “For Zeke, baby. For Zeke…”

Stepping away, he grabs his phone, still standing completely nude, before he taps away at the screen. My gaze racks over his backside, admiring his plump ass cheeks and imagining my hands full of them while he pounds into me.

“Looks like our boy is wondering where our pet is,” Christian says over his shoulder, turning toward me so I get an eyeful of his pierced cock again.

Oh, shit! What time is it?

I look around for my own phone, remembering I didn’t bring it because I let it die last night and it’s currently charging in my dorm back at Reaper. But the clock on his dresser tells me it’s just before lunch. I can still make it back in time to finish up the day, avoiding most of my bullies in the meantime. They always give me shit in the mornings, but I seem to have quiet afternoons. They must not be morning people, picking on me the most.

“I have to go!” I rush out, jumping up from his bed and pulling my eyes from his perfect, naked ass.

He doesn’t stop me as I run out of his room, flying down the stairs toward the front door. But before I can get out free and clear, Mr. Veradin emerges from his office and stops me.

“Well, if it isn’t the traitor’s daughter in sheep’s clothing.”

“I beg your pardon?” I ask, glaring at him. Nobody calls my mom a traitor! “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He buttons up his expensive looking suit jacket with a smirk, walking toward me much the way Christian does when he’s trying to intimidate me. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?

“I know exactly what I’m talking about. Everyone in this town knows what the fuck I’m talking about. You and your family name aren’t welcome here anymore. Do yourself a favor and get the fuck out of Reaper while you still can.”

He can try to bully me all he wants, but he has no idea how strong I can be. “I’m not going anywhere,” I reply through clenched teeth.

Smirking wider, he shakes his head and says, “It’s your funeral, little girl.” And then he’s gone, heading back into his office before I can tell him to go fuck himself.

But I won’t lie and say his words didn’t affect me. Does everyone in this townreallythink that about me and my mom? That we’re traitors? Not welcome in our hometown anymore? I don’t like him or his words. I’m already dealing with enough as it is without a pompous asshole like him trying to control me. My uncle already tries to do that.

When I leave the Veradin estate, I don’t bother ordering and waiting for an Uber. After what Mr. Veradin said to me, I decide to walk to Reaper Academy to clear my head. A grown ass man is trying to bully me out of my own town. It won’t work, though. I won’t let it.

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