Page 5 of Prey Tell
Fuck. Me.
I don’t know what to say to that. My skin heats at the thought of pumping her full of—
No.
Fuck.
“Third, I trust you, and I like you. I also find you physically attractive,” she states, as if she’s reading from a textbook. “Fourth, I don’t have any other options. I don’t want to go to college as a virgin, and you’re my only hope.”
She lowers her phone, and my eyes roam over her pink cheeks and flushed chest. Her last point sticks in my head, though.
I don’t have any other options.
She needs someone to pop her cherry. I’d be checking off one of the things on her list of things to do before college.
Too bad for her, though. She means more to me than that.
My jaw tics. “I assume—since you’re always thorough as hell—that you also have a list of reasons why I shouldn’t take your virginity.”
She gives me a look that screamsof course I dobefore glancing down at her list.
“You can’t hold any of these against me, Ravage.”
I shrug. “I promise you there’s nothing on there that I don’t already know.”
She nods and begins reading. “One… your family.” She winces slightly as she looks up at me for a second to gauge my reaction. I keep my expression indifferent. “We all know that the Ravage name doesn’t have the best reputation. And while it doesn’t matter for the purposes of taking my virginity, it could reduce the chances of a real relationship down the road.”
I was wrong.
Her wordshurt.
Real relationship…
She continues. “Ultimately, the pros outweigh the cons on this point. I only have two weeks before I start my first semester. Like I told you before, you’re kind of my only choice.”
“What else?”
“Two… we come from different social classes. I had to take your preferences into consideration, and it occurred to me that perhaps you might find me too common for you—”
“Jesus, Parker,” I growl, glaring at her as I shake my head. “Seriously?”
She chews on her lower lip as her shoulders sag forward slightly. “I don’t know. I’ve actually never seen you date anyone…” she trails off and her eyes go wide. “Oh god.” Her hand comes up to her mouth. “Are you gay?”
I smirk. “Definitely not gay, Parker,” I tell her, my voice gravelly as my eyes wander down her body once. “Keep going.”
“Three is sort of similar to two. I realized that your sexual preferences might be entirely different than mine—which are, as you know, nonexistent. I have no idea what I’m doing, and maybe you’d prefer someone more experienced.”
I roll my tongue against my cheek as I peer down at the ground, trying not to smile.
Oh, Parker. If only you knew the depraved things I like to do in bed.
I raise my eyes slowly as my own list formulates in my head. So many cons for why I should decline her offer—and one giant pro.
Because I’d probably commit murder in order to be Juliet’s first.
To ingrain myself inside of her consciousness—tobethat person for her.
But I couldn’t.
