It’s his turn to step close, and his kiss is fierce, as though he’s taking and taking and giving nothing in return.
The joke’s on him; I get off on this every bit as much as he does.
I’m panting when Asch pulls back.
“Still a slut,” Blaze says affectionately. He loosens his hold on my throat and trails the hand down my body. He pushes my hoodie open and cups my breasts. “I really should throw you over the couch here. The three of us can take turns pounding your dripping wet cunt.”
It sounds delicious.
But when I arch my back, I feel the contents of the backpack digging into me.
“You like it when I’m a slut,” I say. “You like seeing my cunt get speared open by twenty different guys.”
Blaze tenses.
I bring my knife up and slice through his shirt. The scent of blood rises up.
Blaze cries out and stumbles back. “Fuck!”
I dart forward, past the guys, and toward the stairs. “You definitely haven’t earned any of this yet, you fuckfaces.”
“What the hell?” River snaps. “Grab her.”
“Let her go,” Asch says. “Blaze, what did she do?”
Of course he cares more about his precious Blaze getting hurt than pursuing me, but that works out to my advantage because it seems like they’ve forgotten all about what I’d been doing in that room.
I sprint up the stairs and close the door behind me. I consider turning the deadbolt on the door, but I guess I do want them to be able to leave at some point.
Once I’m out of the frat house, I jog the rest of the way to my dorm room.
Still no Samantha inside.
I don’t know why I keep hoping she’ll walk in. I already know what happened to her. Zayden betrayed her and handed her off tosome guy, whose name he didn’t know.
I walk past the kitchen table with the puddle of blood red flower petals into my room and drop my backpack on my bed.
“That was fun,” I tell my snake Echo. She’s basking underneath the UVB lamp, not a care in the world. Well, maybe she’s hoping I’ll feed her, but I fed her two days ago.
I take my shoes off and flop down on the bed.
Blaze, Asch, and River.
I still liked kissing them.
I still think they’re the hottest guys I know.
I still like their touches.
But I’m not letting them think they can get away with what they did to me. I’m mostly over it by now, but something like that can’t go unpunished.
I roll onto my side and pull out one of the paper files I’d stolen from the frat house.
Time to see what secrets they’ve been keeping, and how I can use this against all of them.
2
BLAZE
