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No warning and no asking for permission. It’s like he thinks he fucking owns me.

You’re allowing it, my mind shouts. I can’t tell him to stop. I can’t … “Fuck …” I arch my back, and my breath gets caught in my lungs when he adds a second one.

He’s so rough, it hurts, but in a way that makes me like it.

You’re sick, my mother would say.

I am. I’d have to agree.

“So fucking wet. Just like last time. Does this turn you on, babe? A stranger in your room? Taking advantage of you? You didn’t put up much of a fight. Or is it just me? Is it the fact that I call you Becky?” Someone laughs from behind me, and my face heats with embarrassment.

“Cole!” I growl, knowing who it is.

Deke chuckles. “He’s not gonna help you. He’s my soldier. And if you plan on going to war with me, you’re gonna need an army. ’Cause you can’t fight me on your own.”

I try to wiggle my arms, but it just makes the zip tie dig into my skin, and I cry out. Deke ignores it. “Tell me, princess. Do you want my mouth or my cock this time?”

He removes his fingers and then adds another, making me arch my back as I let out a strangled cry. It’s painful in the best way. His free hand is still wrapped around my throat, but it’s not cutting off my air. I’m panting and so fucking wet for this monster.

“Why do I have to choose one?” I mumble, my hips grinding against his fingers as they slow. I pump my hips, not wanting him to stop. I don’t give a fuck that Cole is here. Or the fact that I hate Deke Biggs. It feels too good. My body wants it. My mind is screaming for it. And it’s just one step closer to pissing my sister off.

She’ll hate me when she finds out he’s touched me. More than she already does. Perfect.

His thumb brushes over my clit, and I whimper.

“Greedy.” He kisses my stomach, and my body begins to shake. “I like that.” His lips pull away at the same time he removes his fingers. My body sags into the bed in disappointment. “Open,” he orders, his voice hardening, and I blink up at the darkness confused by what he means. But then I feel his fingers on my lips. Pushing my head back with his free hand, I open, and he shoves two fingers into my mouth. I suck on them like the good girl he wants me to be and taste myself, hoping he’ll reward me with another orgasm like last night. He lets out a growl as I lick them like they’re his cock. That thought makes me moan. Then suddenly, he removes them, and I pant, licking my wet lips.

His laughter fills the cold and dark room. My face flushes with embarrassment, and I’m thankful they can’t see me. He shifts his weight, and I feel his lips brush against mine. I suck in a nervous breath and don’t move. “You get neither,” he tells me with satisfaction.

Then he pulls away from me, and I hear his footsteps along with another walk out of my room and down the stairs, followed by the front door opening and shutting. Seconds later, I’m still lying on my bed looking up at nothing when all the lights come back on.

I roll over onto my stomach, panting. Knowing that he damn well left me here with my arms still tied behind my back on purpose. My underwear wet. My shirt shoved up to my neck and my hair a tangled mess. I catch sight of my phone lying next to me, and I realize what those flashes of light were. Cole took pictures of me and Deke because one of them is showcased on my screen.

“Fuuuuccckkk.” I think I just started a war with Deke Biggs. But what he doesn’t know about me is that I’m not like Becky. She can’t play like I can. She can’t think like I can. And she sure as hell can’t seduce him like I can.

Game on.

CHAPTER SIX

DEKE

“HAVE A NICE night.” I nod to the guy who sits in the guard shack.

He looks up from his phone and smiles at us. “Have a good night, boys. Cole, tell Austin I said hello.”

“Will do.” Cole pulls onto the road and hits the gas, shifting gears in his M4. I sit back in my seat and readjust my hard cock inside my jeans.

“She’s gonna be pissed you left her wrists tied.” Cole breaks the silence, but I hear the amusement in his voice.

“I know, but she’ll figure out how to get herself out of it.” I turn and throw my black bag into the back seat that I had dropped by her front door when we entered her house. I thought about using my handcuffs but then decided against it. I’d have to relieve her of those, and I had no desire to leave Demi Holt how I found her—free.


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