Her eyes are wild as I come to stand in front of her once again. She’s trying to figure me out, get one step ahead of me, but it’ll never work. There’s no one out there that could possibly understand the fucked-up darkness that’s inside me. No one.
“Cole, what are you—”
“The time for talking is over, preppy. You just need to do as you're told.”
Her lips close like a good little girl, but I can see the defiance shining bright in her eyes.
If she weren’t so desperate for what I can give her, then I think she would do the exact opposite.
“Get on the bed.”
She stands stock still before me for a beat too long.
Lifting my hands, I push my palms against her shoulders and she goes stumbling back before crawling onto the bed.
“Better. Open your legs.” She doesn’t hesitate this time. Instead, she plants her feet against the mattress and parts her knees, showing me just how slick she is for me.
“I think you’re enjoying this too much, preppy.”
“Do your worst, Jagger.”
Crawling between her legs, I lean over her body, taking one of her arms with me. I wrap the soft silk ties around her slender wrist before tying it to the bed. I repeat the action with the other until she’s totally at my mercy. And then I stand from the bed, leaving her thrashing about and testing her restraints.
I do two laps, watching her as anger fills her eyes and pulls at her muscles.
“You know what I should do?” I ask.
“Just fucking get on with it?” she suggests. Her words amuse me far more than I let on. She’s in no position to be making any demands, yet she tries nonetheless.
“I should go and get Hayden. Show him want a dirty little slut the real Hadley is. I could make him watch. Do you think he’d enjoy getting to see the girl he wants ruined by me, knowing that he’d never be able to live up to me? That he’d never be able to make you feel as good as I can?”
“Cole,” she growls, her thighs rubbing together.
“I said legs apart.”
“Sadistic bastard,” she mutters, and I can’t help but chuckle at her attempt to insult me. “There’s something fucking wrong with you.”
“I think we both discovered that a long time ago.”
She growls in frustration once more.
“What do you want, preppy?”
“Is that a trick question?”
“Nope. I want to hear you say it.”
“Fine,” she huffs. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Just like that?”
“Yeah. That too much to ask? I thought you were man enough for the job.”
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p; I stop at the foot of the bed and run my eyes over her naked skin. She’s so fucking beautiful, too fucking beautiful for the likes of me. That’s not about to stop me, though.
Pressing her thighs as wide as they’ll go, my fingers dig into the soft flesh of her thighs as I dive for her cunt. I lick up the length of her as her familiar taste hits my tongue.