A chant repeats in my mind: all mine, all mine, all mine, mine, mine.
If she’ll obey me in this, what else can I tell her to do? I picture laying back in my special spot beneath the stars, staring up at the vastness as she rides my cock.
I’ve never shown anyone my spot. I don’t bring girls back to my house, but I can picture her there on the roof with me.
The scene shifts and I imagine waking up in a warm bed with her lips wrapped around me and that pretty rosy tinge to her cheeks. The images in my head coalesce together, idea after idea racing faster than the quick beat of my heart.
My hard cock strains against my fly.
I could make her mine and only mine.
The siren song of her lips is as hypnotic as the drug of controlling her like this. They’re plump and pink. When her tongue darts out to lick them, I touch my nose to hers, intent on kissing her this time. Blair freezes.
The air goes still and the courtyard blurs.
Blair finally meets my hungry gaze with a shocked look. She tips her head up. I think she’s going to let me kiss her. I inch closer.
“When are you going to pay me for this?”
Her hushed question snuffs the heat flaring in my stomach. I narrow my eyes to slits.
“What?” I rasp.
For a minute, Blair made me forget my own rules. Made me set aside years of hatred and the thirst for revenge. Made me want her, and nothing else.
We’re not some sweet love story. We’d be a hate fuck at best. Raw, angry, and dead set on hurting each other as much as possible. Blair and I are oil and fucking water doused in kerosine and lit in hellfire.
Blair blinks slowly, pretending she is unaffected by my proximity and unaware of my internal war.
This must be how she does it. If she makes the sorry fucks who pay for her body feel something more than an itch to scratch, she must make more money. How else could trailer trash like her survive in a place like this? How many guys in this school has she kneeled for? That rumor about her rings true as a goddamn bell.
How could I not see it before? She’s as fake as the rest of them.
I repeat my mantra, my sacred rule in my head. Love nothing, let no one in close enough to hurt. With those thoughts on replay, I squash the inkling we could be anything more than a means to an end.
It’s the cool trickle of ice I need to get my head on straight. To stop thinking with my cock. Those fucking lips still entice me. Goddamn it, I will have them. I’m going to take that kiss, and I don’t give a fuck if she doesn’t like it.
Once I have a taste, things will go back to how they were before.
“You said $750. Give it to me.”
I’m nowhere near finished with her yet. She still has a lesson to learn.
My grip on the collar flexes and I can feel the way my knuckle digs into Blair’s throat. She clenches her teeth.
Rubbing my nose against hers in a mockery of a romantic nuzzle, I grin humorlessly. Blair shivers.
Money. That’s the only reason she’s here. I had the chance to send her away, but I was selfish. I wanted to make her pay by my hand.
When I speak, my voice is wrapped in shadows and shards of glass. “You really need this money, don’t you?”
She jerks against me. “What part of that wasn’t obvious?” Her hands come up to claw at my wrist until my choices are let go or get my arm shredded. I release her with a grunt. She hisses, “I didn’t steal your car for the fucking thrill of it. You’re such an ass.”
I step back, running a hand through my hair, feigning indifference while she rants.
As soon as I give her room, Blair stomps a few feet away, breathing hard. She whirls on me, cheeks still pink.
“You think I’d put this on if I didn’t have to?” She gestures to the collar. “This is all to take care of the person I love. I can’t do that if I go to jail.”