Page 7 of Prey Tell
“Okay. You should get some sleep,” I tell her.
She looks like I slapped her—shocked and angry. Whatever friendship we’d naturally amassed over the years suddenly crackled and exploded around us. Parker was smart—but she was also fucking proud. Which meant she was unlikely to forgive me anytime soon.
Without another word, she glares at me before she walks away. I hear her bedroom door slam loudly. Wincing, I sigh and turn, resting my arms on the counter as I hang my head between my shoulders.
Fucking hell.
Did I make the biggest mistake of my life? What if I’d said yes? What the hell was she expecting me to say?
Sure, Parker. Let me bend you over and fuck you against the kitchen counter…
My cock twitches at the thought—at the mere idea of lifting her dress and exposing the backs of her creamy thighs.
Fuck.
Grumbling, I push myself up and finish cleaning the kitchen. When I’m done, I grab my ring and force myself to leave. I refuse to glance up at Juliet’s window as I climb into the driver’s seat of my red Maserati MC20 Cielo. In ten minutes—breakingallthe speed limits—I’m pulling into my parking space. Locking the car, I take the elevator up fourteen stories to the penthouse suite.
I think you should take my virginity. Tonight.
Discarding my wallet and keys by the door, I walk into the bar area of my living room, pouring myself a large glass of scotch. It’s something I’d normally savor, but tonight, I need to drown in it. Shooting it back, I pour another.
I don’t have any other options. I don’t want to go to college as a virgin, and you’re my only hope.
By the third half glass of scotch, the telltale signs of numbness descend down my limbs, fogging my mind. Removing my tie, I walk to my bedroom, somehow feeling worse for doing the right thing.
God knows it took every ounce of decency to reject her.
She’s going to hate me forever.
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.
Maybe it’s for the best.
Maybe sheshouldhate me.
Because that would mean she stays far away from me. And though it kills me to think about it, I know it will allow her to find someone to love her in every way that I can’t.
By the time I’ve showered and climbed into bed, I’m wholly convinced that Juliet Parker is better off without me in her life.
And I just gave her the push she needed.
CHAPTERONE
THE SHORTFALL
Juliet
Eight Years Later
“Oh fuck. Yes, Dylan. Right there. I’msoclose—”
I arch my back underneath my fiancé as he drives into me rhythmically. The bed squeaks with every halfhearted thrust, and my pelvic bone is beginning to ache from the way he jackhammers straight into me. A second later, he goes still—his telltale sign that he’s about to come. Closing my eyes and turning my face to the side, I try not to groan with frustration.
Another day, another disappearing orgasm.
Dylan jerks on top of me a few times. He stays completely silent, mouth open, before he pulls out and falls onto the bed next to me.
“Fuck, Jules. That was incredible,” he pants.
