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I’m the one snorting now, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re new to this parenting thing, so I’ll let this slide, but know I willneverdo anything you say. I’ll be eighteen in a few months. You’re too late to—”

Slap!

My cheek bursts into flames. This prick just slapped me! No, he didn’t just slap me. He backhanded me across my fucking face. Pain reverberates across my flesh when I realize he’s wearing a ring. I grab my cheek, glaring at him.

“Your mother let you run the roost around here for far too long. There’s a new boss in town, and he doesn’t like being talked back to. Get your ass upstairs and wipe that fucking makeup off of your face. You look like a cheap fucking whore.”

Tears blur my vision as I hold my glare on him. I’m enraged, beating at the cage I’m held captive in inside my brain. I want to attack this asshole, gouging out his fucking eyes like a raven, but he’ll take me away from here, away from the only life I’ve known.

I only have to wait a few months before my eighteenth birthday—I can wait that long, right? As long as I keep my head down and follow his rules, he’ll leave me be. Maybe Mom will know how to handle her brother when I go to visit her on Sunday during family visitation hours. And if not, I’m going to have to figure this out all on my own.

“You’re excused,” he says tightly.

Without hesitation, I storm for the stairs and run up them two at a time. My face really stings, but I’m trying so hard not to burst into tears. I know if I start crying, it’ll be the end for me. When I let my emotions take over, I lose all strength to stand up for myself. No, I need to take a deep breath and make it through this.

As I wash the makeup from my face, I take it easy on my cheek that’s already wickedly tender to the touch. I’ve never been hit by a man before, and definitely not by someone who’s supposed to be my protector. But then again, he’s not here to protectmeso much as he’s here to protect my mother’s wealth and name.

My phone buzzes on the counter beside me, pulling my attention to it. It’s really late so I’m curious who it could be. Grabbing it, I feel my heart hammer when I see it’s the guy I was on a date with tonight. I still have no idea what his damn name is.

ValleyBoy: I’m sorry about tonight. I wouldn’t have asked you out on a date if I had known you were already with someone.

I snort, reading the message twice. It’s taken him nearly two hours to text me after Zeke so rudely pulled me out of the theater. Not to mention, he didn’t even try to come out and calm the situation down. But a wicked idea fills my head, and I text him back.

ME: I’m not with someone. He was being an overprotective jerk for no reason. Sorry about it. I’d like to have a re-do if you’ll let me?

Boys are stupid, so it shouldn’t take him more than a few seconds to reply with a yes. All we have to do is dangle our “goods” in front of them and they blindly accept.

ValleyBoy: What do you have in mind? :)

See what I mean? That was entirely too easy. I reply with a grin on my face, thinking about how this is going to royally piss Zeke and Christian off—good.

ME: Tomorrow night? Surprise me.

ValleyBoy: Can’t wait. ;)

Okay, relax on the emojis, guy.I don’t text him back, tossing my phone back on the counter before I get back to washing my face off. But I can’t stop glancing down at my lips, remembering how Zeke tasted and felt. I let out a shaky breath, slipping a hand down between my cleavage. I can’t help but wonder how his—their—hands might feel on me. I’ve never been with two guys at once, but the idea makes me buzz. And knowing it would be Christian and Zeke sends me into a frenzy. They’ve been special in my life for years, and I’ve secretly lusted for them more than once, though I never let anyone know.

Moving from the bathroom, I curl up into my bed and shut out the light before I slip my hand back down the front of my body and inside my black silk panties. Another shaky breath comes out as I brush two fingers over my clit and then further down through my shaved, wet pussy. This isn’t the first time I’ve touched myself to thoughts of Zeke or Christian, but I’ve never thought about them both at the same time.

With one hand inside my panties and the other groping and teasing my nipples, I picture them both. Zeke’s hand is groping my chest, getting me all hot and bothered while I remember his kiss, almost feeling it again right now. Christian’s hand is down my panties, driving me wild before he pushes two digits inside my juicy cunt.

My back arches from the bed as I let out a guttural moan, pushing my fingers inside of me as far as I can. I twist my nipple harder, imagining Zeke’s mouth there instead, all while I finger-fuck myself harder and faster.

A full body flush consumes me as I arch my back again, allowing my body to climb to its climax. And when I come on my fingers, I moan out Christian’s name. My pussy explodes, clamping around my fingers as I pulse over and over until I can’t breathe. Then I collapse into the mattress with a giant grin on my face. Can you imagine what it’s actually going to feel like when I submit to being their pet? But I’m going to make them hunt me down for it because I’m not an easy capture.

Chapter 4

ZEKE LUNGREN

I’vehadaragingboner ever since Billie moaned into my mouth last night when I kissed her. The fucked up part? I’ve jerked off five times between then and now, and I still can’t fucking get it to go down. Billie is going to fucking destroy me if I can’t have her. Destroyus.

We’ve wanted Billie since we were freshmen, but never acted on it until now. As far as she—or anyone else—is concerned, she’s just our friend. But fuck, she’s so much more to us than that. Watching her go through all these guys, and being Van’s booty call for too long, has sent us into a fucking frenzy. No girl we ever fuck compares to the images we have in our head about Billie. At least not mine. I can’t one hundred percent speak for Christian in that department, but I know he’s obsessed with her, too.

Looking over at the clock, I realize I’m going to be late if I don’t pick up the pace. I tighten the school-issued tie around my neck, slip into my loafers, and haul ass out of the estate. I’m lucky in the sense my parents are never around. Dad’s always overseas on business and Mom is… well, I’m not really sure what she does. All I know is my childhood nanny takes care of me while they’re gone, and the woman worships the ground I walk on.

After the shitshow of events that took place in Reaper last year, I’m so glad my parents aren’t in the middle of it. Whoever said high school has the worst cliques and circles clearly hasn’t been around the rich elite pricks who seem to think they run an entire county.

“Good morning, Zeke! I’ve made your favorite breakfast,” Farrah greets me the moment I step into the kitchen.

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