She’s interrupted by the door opening beside us. Alex pops his head in and winks at me. “Ready.”
I nod. “We’ll be right there.”
Closing the door behind him, he leaves us alone once again.
She sags against the wall, now panting and all worked up. Ready to be fucked.
Reaching out, I pick up her drink that I placed on the dresser to my left and hold it up to her lips. “Drink up,” I order, pressing it to her lips.
She tilts her head back, and I force her to drink all of it. Some runs down the sides of her mouth, but her throat works while she swallows. Once I hear it’s gone, I toss the cup to the side, and she’s gasping for air.
I push some blond strands back from her perfectly dolled-up face. Leaning in, I lick up her neck, tasting the pineapple juice and Malibu Rum that missed her mouth. “Remember what you just begged for, princess. Because you’re going to get it.” Then I yank her dress back down and grab her arm, pulling her out of the room.
RAYLEE
MY EYES DART around the hallways and rooms while I allow Colt to drag me through the party. My heart hammers in my chest, and I can’t catch my breath. My underwear is soaked, and I can feel a breeze on my ass where he didn’t pull my dress down far enough.
He wants to humiliate me in front of all these people. I like the fact that I am not responsible. It turns me on to know that I’m just an object, and I have no obligation to try to keep up appearances. I’m no longer Raylee Lexington Adams. I’m just his—Colt’s slut. I enjoy the place he drags me to when I cry and beg him for any kind of pleasure.
If anyone knew how I really felt, they’d probably put me in therapy. Or a padded room in a straitjacket.
I always had this desire to be owned. Some people would call that lack of self-respect. I say fuck them. It’s not a crime to be a sexual person. Smokers crave a cigarette. Druggies crave their next fix. And me? I crave dick. It just so happens to be my stepbrother’s. No one else has ever treated me like he does. Or gotten me off like him. I swear, the guy could train my body to come at the sound of a single word if he wanted to. But that wouldn’t be any fun for him. He’d never want it to be that easy for me. It’s frustrating, to say the least.
“MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT” by Elley Duhé plays as he brings me through the living room and blood starts rushing in my ears. This is it. He’s going to make me undress in front of all these people, get on all fours, and parade me around like a show dog. The thought makes my thighs tighten.
No one pays any attention to us as he leads me to the other side of the living room and out a back door. I look around to see people jumping in the pool. Some sitting in lawn chairs. There’s a firepit where others are roasting marshmallows.
He takes me across the backyard, and I see the in-law suite. I stumble over my heels, but he keeps me upright. Shit, is it the alcohol or because I’m nervous? Maybe both.
“Colt, what are we doing out here?” I ask softly. “That’s Mike’s house,” I tell him as if he doesn’t already know.
Mike has been in trouble for the past few years. He didn’t even graduate from Barrington. He made it to his junior year with Colt and the guys and then got kicked out. His parents made him move into the in-law suite that sits on the back of their property when they found out about it.
“Colt?” He doesn’t answer me. “We shouldn’t be out here.” No one is allowed out here when the twins throw a party. Everyone knows it’s off-limits and always has been. Even back when we were in high school.
We reach the front door, and he turns the knob before pushing me inside. I immediately turn around and go to exit but run right into Colt, making me squeal in surprise.
“Shh.” He wraps his arms around me, holding me to his chest.
My hands dig into the soft material of his T-shirt, knowing I can’t escape this. He’s made up his mind. He wants to humiliate me, and this is how he plans to do it. I don’t get to choose how he makes me his slut. And the biggest part of me likes that. That’s what turns me on—having no choice.
After gently kissing my hair, Colt pries himself away from me and grabs my hand, then he turns me to face our audience.