“I don’t know what you’re playing at, but I’d advise you to stop.”
“Me?” she asks with a laugh. “I’m not the one who jumped the second his mate messaged to say I was here. Be careful, Theo. You’re starting to look a little desperate.”
A bitter laugh falls from my lips.
“Hardly.”
“Oh, that’s right. That whore, Sloane, probably blew your tiny cock at the back of the library.”
A growl rumbles up my throat, my fingers squeezing her, my fingertips digging in against her racing pulse.
“My daddy is getting married next week,” she tells me randomly, damn near giving me whiplash. “You leave a visible mark on my body, he’ll fucking shoot you. Boss’s kid or not.”
“Ah, Daddy Ramsey,” I mutter. “Tell me, Princess,” I sneer. “Does he know you’re playing with the big boys yet?”
“I’m not scared of my dad, Theo.” Even without looking at her, I know she’s lying through her teeth. “And,” she adds, “I’m not fucking scared of you, either.”
Before I know I’ve moved, I flip us, pressing her back against the wall and glaring down into her dark eyes.
My chest heaves with a mixture of desire and frustration which only gets stronger and more unbearable as I hold her stare.
“No?” I ask, my grip on her throat unrelenting. “You should be.” Leaning in, I brush my lips against the shell of her ear, making a violent shudder rip through her body. “Do you have any idea what I’m capable of? Any clue to the pain I can cause you?”
She shrugs as if we’re talking about nothing more serious than the fucking weather.
“You’re scary, I get that, Theodore. You’ve been trained your whole life to intimidate, torture, and maim. What the fuck ever. I’m not one of your victims. I’ve done nothing to you, so I suggest you just walk away and turn your misplaced anger on some cunt who deserves it.”
I pull back, my head spinning with confusion and pride over her words.
My eyes hold hers, searching to find the truth that I know is lingering in their depths.
“I already told you, I had nothing to do with Joker. If I did,” she swallows regretfully, “I’d have fucking told you. Well… maybe not you, but Stella.”
I’m still glaring death down at her when the door crashes open beside me.
“Bro, are you done fucking Em— oooh, nope. Still trying to get it up, huh?” Alex asks as I twist to the side to block her from his view. A move I instantly fucking regret when she notices and smiles up at me like she just won gold.
“Fuck. Off,” I spit, not even bothering to look back at him. “How’d you even know I was in here, anyway?”
“Dude, please. I’m not a fucking idiot. Where else would you be?”
My teeth grind and I finally release Emmie’s throat to turn to look at my dickhead friend.
“Get out, we’re in the middle of something.”
“Or join in,” Emmie offers, slipping from her hiding place between me and the wall.
Alex’s face lights up like it’s fucking Christmas already, and my heart damn near drops into my feet.
“Emmie,” I growl, turning back to her. I expect to find her standing there naked for Alex to ogle.
“What, Theodore? I thought you liked playing games with your friends.”
She clutches the towel that she must have ripped from my hand to her chest. It covers all the important parts, sure, but she’s still giving Alex way too much of a visual.
“What’s going— Oh, sweet. Orgy in the locker room, I’m so in,” Nico announces happily, making my blood boil in my veins.
Jesus fucking Christ, give me strength.