“Did you just get here?” he repeated. “You were supposed to check in with me an hour ago.”
“You’re seriously standing here buck-naked demanding—”
“So, you just got here,” he sneered.
“Umm, is she joining us?” the whore asked. “Or, should I keep going?”
“Finish yourself off, sweetheart,” Wrath said, then turned back to me as he tugged off the condom. “Who brought you, Sierra?”
I rolled my eyes. “I brought myself.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You drove here by yourself?”
I threw my hands in the air and let out a frustrated grunt, then turned on my heel and walked away.
“Goddammit!” he snapped. “Sierra!”
I ignored him and continued downstairs, but as I stepped off the last step, I heard heavy footsteps behind me. I craned my neck to see Wrath on my tail, jeans on, but still pulling a T-shirt over his head. “Sierra, stop.”
“Suck a bag of dicks!” I screeched, rushing through the great room, my level of rage at eleven.
“Sierra, you gonna stow that anger or am I gonna deal with it?” Wrath asked, following me.
I kept going, doubling back the way I came, and slipping into one of the bunk rooms behind the kitchen. Unfortunately, I was not quick enough to evade him (plus the door didn’t have a lock) and he walked in behind me.
“And I believe the correct term is ‘eata bag of dicks,’ baby,” Wrath retorted, grinning as he crossed his arms.
“You can gargle a sack of chodes for all I care,” I hissed.
“Why are you so late?” Wrath demanded, crossing his arms.
“None of your business.”
He raised an eyebrow. “My dick’s been buried in your pussy more than once, sweetheart, it most certainlyismy business.”
“Yeah, well, that’s never going to happen again, so business rescinded.”
“Never gonna happen again?” he asked, his face stone-cold blank.
I met his eyes. His stupid, gorgeous, puppy brown eyes. He was tall, dark, and fuckable, and was about the best-looking man I’d ever seen. “Yes. Never again.”
“And why’s that?”
“I just walked in on you with your dick in some club skank’s nasty cootchie!” I screeched, surprised by how shrill my voice sounded. God, I had to get agrip.
“True, it was also somewhere else twenty minutes ago.”
“You’re disgusting!” I hissed. “More of a reason to cut you out of my life.”
He narrowed his eyes. “You said you didn’t want to be exclusive, Sierra. You changin’ the rules of the game all of a sudden?”
I dropped my head back and stared at the ceiling, letting out a series of curses.
I jumped when he wrapped his arms around my waist and said, “Glad we got that—”
“No,” I snapped, slapping at his hands. “We’re never doing ‘it’ again, so you feel free to screw whichever triangle comes up on your pussy of the day wheel.”
He studied me before bursting into demented laughter.