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I haven’t fucked her. I haven't since high school, and I never will. Especially after what she did to Jess.
Melissa is bi, but I think she’s more of a lesbian. She wants me to hide it from her father, or he will disown her if I don’t marry her.
Melissa has claws. Sharp ones. She will destroy everyone who thinks they have a chance with me.
She likes that I have a sex addiction because she doesn’t have to worry about me falling in love with someone and voiding the whole arranged marriage stipulation our parents made when we were younger, per the rules of the Order.
“Why do you have to open your mouth?” Melissa says in a menacing tone.
“The same way you do... to get what I want.”
“And what is that?”
Melissa gives me a once-over, not hiding the fact that I’m her exception to her every rule when it comes to sex.
“To avoid you. Like right now.”
She smiles, but I can tell by the way she blinks that my words cut deep. The way her breathing turns shallow from the blow.
“Who do you want to fuck?” she asks, glancing at Rachel.
She thinks I want Rachel, and she is so pathetic that she would let me just to satisfy me.
“Not you.” I glance at Rachel. ”And not her.”
Rachel’s face falls. Melissa’s eyes narrow. She senses something is up. She knows it’s not in my character to turn down fresh pussy.
“Switching teams,” she says, fishing for the truth.
“Enjoy yourself, Melissa. I’m sure Daddy would approve,” I say, my words laced with a hint of irony. As I turn to walk away, I catch a glimpse of the storm brewing in her eyes.
Hate for what she can’t have.
Melissa wants me, and she compensates by fucking women. She will do anything if it means she gets to keep me.
Too bad I have other ideas.
Swim season is underway. I'm at the very top of my game. My lap time in freestyle swimming is better every time I hit the water.
I pull myself out of the pool and catch Charles’s gaze. “How’s the face?”
He looks around and sees all the guys standing around with smirks on their faces. They know not to get involved.
“It hurts,” he admits.
“That’s a preview. Talk about her like that again, and I’ll make sure the other side matches the right.”
Charles comes from a family of wannabes. His father has money like most of the assholes in the Order, and was allowed in. He’s not born into it.
“What is with you and this girl?” Garret asks.
I give him a glare. He nods, a silent acknowledgment that misses the mark. He assumes it's because she's just another Prey in my eyes. But it's more convoluted than that.
Garret is the last of his generation and treads lightly around me. He’s acutely aware of the tension that simmers beneath the surface, a tension rooted in his past actions with Melissa and Jess. He said he didn’t have a choice. He apologized. Veronica vouches for him, but he isn’t a saint. He isn’t a monk. Like all the rich kids sent here by their families, he enjoys getting his dick wet.
I didn’t miss the way Charles was eye-fucking Melody, and I thought he was funny. I wanted to kill him. I thought of so many ways after she left. I kept staring at him with a murderous rage. I liked watching him squirm. I didn’t like the way he saiddickin front of her. He was picturing her in his mind. The way he gazed at her sent a direct message to his cock, causing his brain to shut down and any sense of morality to evaporate. When he is in that state, there is only one thing that pops into his brain: to fuck.
The first thrust and the last one are what take you over the edge. It disturbed me in ways I never dreamed of. The sensation of his hands on her skin was akin to a burning sensation, and I desired to evoke the same sensation in him. If I killed him, she would know, and I didn’t want to scare her. Yet.
