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Marcus and Eve were talking about Asher in Denver, and she had been doing her best to ignore me completely.
During a lull in the conversation, Marcus gave me a devious grin. “So, Beckett, why did you wimp out of the game earlier? Is there something wrong with Eve?”
She stilled.
I shot Marcus a deadly look. “I just changed my mind about playing.”
Marcus shook his head. “You mean you pussied out. Too much woman for you, huh?”
“Shut up, Bailey.”
He laughed. “You know that means the game isn’t finished, right? Eve was a participant, and she still hasn’t had her kiss.”
Foreboding snuck through my belly. I could guess what Marcus was going to say before he said it.
He grinned at Eve. “So, in the interest of maintaining the integrity of the game and following the rules, I’ll take Beckett’s turn and kiss you, Eve.”
“The fuck you will,” I bit out.
Eve’s eyes jumped to mine. I saw the moment when she changed her mind from refusing Marcus’ outlandish, ridiculous offer to deciding to take him up on it.
“Okay, sure. We have to follow the rules, don’t we, Beckett?” She nodded toward me and explained to Marcus, “Beckett loves rules.”
“Does he? I didn’t know that.” Marcus chuckled and floated closer to Eve.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Cinderella?” I directed at Eve, my voice low and full of intent. She thought I was fucking around with her punishment? She was about to find out I wasn’t. Not by getting her mom fired, of course. If I actually did that, my leverage would be gone. Luckily, I had plenty of other ideas for how to punish my wayward little roommate.
“I’m just following the rules, Beck. Just like you like,” she snipped at me, grinning like she’d scored a point.
Beck.My mom’s old nickname, and the one I hated when anyone else used it. Somehow, it didn’t sound the same coming from Eve. It was different. New. I didn’t mind it.
“Where’s the blindfold, then?” I cut in as Eve and Marcus drifted together.
Her virginal white cotton bralette had turned completely translucent in the water, and her dark nipples winked at me. Marcus had to have seen as well. A dark possession filled me, irrational and undeniable. I reached out and grabbed a Hellions’ fan scarf within reach of the hot tub and tossed it to Marcus.
“Rules are rules,” I intoned.
She rolled her eyes, insolence pouring from her. It pissed me off and turned me on at the same time.
Just keep adding to your tab, Cinderella. I’m going to enjoy making you pay.
Marcus tied the scarf around her head and then raised an eyebrow at me quizzically. I jerked my head toward the stairs of the hot tub. I wanted him gone.
This time, Marcus just smirked. He’d called it before. I was a liar. I noticed Eve in all the ways. I couldn’t help it. I’d notice her in my sleep. But he had no idea what she’d done or everything that had happened between us. Going right back to when we were thirteen years old, and she’d seen me when no one else had. Right down to all those whispered confessions in the dark that she had scorned when she’d walked away and ignored me when I was in the hospital.
No one cares about you, Beckett.Eve was just further evidence that my stepmother had been right all those years.
“Marcus?” Eve asked softly. She was blindfolded now and tempting as fuck.
I moved closer. Marcus had vacated the hot tub without argument, leaving me to concentrate on my newest little addiction. Had I replaced my reliance on pain pills with thoughts of this girl? Maybe. That wasn’t what made me fucked up, however. What made me fucked up was how I wanted her to cry and beg for my forgiveness. How I wanted her to crawl for me. I’d grown up with every single luxury in the world, materially, that was. There had never been anything that I couldn’t have. Until Eve. I wanted her surrender. I wanted her to apologize and fucking mean it.
You want that night to have been real.
No. I didn’t care about that, I argued with the voice in my head. I only cared about finally ruining the girl who had always seen too much of me. Everything came to he who waited, and I’d been waiting to break my little Cinderella for years.
She was waiting, vulnerable, beautiful, and so fucking trusting. Those escaped tendrils of hair trailed down her wet neck and brushed the tops of her shoulders. Her full lips were parted, ready for a kiss. Marcus’ kiss. She’d sucked at following my rules so far.
Dark fury poured through my chest at the thought of her kissing Marcus. The tops of her showstopping tits were rising out of the water, shiny and smooth and calling my fucking name. I’d been hard as hell for an hour, and the lack of blood flow was affecting my brain. I knew without a doubt that I needed to feel them again.
