Page 65 of That Pucking New Girl

“It’s at my house,” Alastair adds. “You’re a very important part of the team, after all.”

Noor shakes her head, inevitably freaking out about her hair. God, how long is she going to hold that against us?

“There are so many ways that we can fuck up your life,” Ciaran says. “Should I begin to count the ways?”

Noor attempts to kick him, but he dances out of the way with a wicked laugh.

“Come on, don’t be like that,” I croon, crouching down by her head. “If I let you talk, do you promise not to scream?”

She nods, snot beginning to slide down her nose. Noor is a fucking mess. Removing the tie, I wait for her to speak.

“What if I’m not allowed to go?” she asks, coughing from how hard she’s crying.

“Then we can just end it all here and toss you right off the cliff,” Ciaran says calmly. “Do you want to live to see your eighteenth birthday or not, Nope?”

“You’re such an asshole,” she growls. “My foster family will be in the stands at every home hockey game from now on. They’re smarter than you give them credit for. I don’t have to say anything for them to know there’s something wrong.”

“Well that’s too bad,” Ciaran grumbles.

I grab under her arms while he grabs her legs and we begin to rock her back and forth between us in the air. Noor screams dirty murder, and I can only imagine how scared she must be as the bright blue sky swings wildly in front of her.

I keep waiting for her to piss herself, but she doesn’t. It pisses me off. What’s it going to take for her to break? To beg?

She’s weak enough to carve a knife into her skin, it makes me wonder if she’s ever attempted to kill herself. I keep vacillating between wanting to break her and keep her alive to enjoy the punctures in her armor.

Fuck, what is wrong with me?

Angry, I nod at Ciaran to drop her, my now free hands moving to my zipper to pull out my cock.

“Oh shit,” Alastair whispers, and while Ciaran’s eyes widen, he follows my lead.

“Say you’ll come on Saturday,” I growl, my dick hard as I threaten her.

It’s going to be difficult to piss like this, but I’ll manage. This is already escalating wildly, what’s a little urinating on the poor little foster girl?

The bruises are turning green and yellow, clear signs that she’s already healing.

“She can say whatever she wants and lie,” Alastair says, his cock still in his pants.

His foot shoves Noor toward the edge off the cliff, his arms crossed over his chest as he waits for her decision.

“That is true,” Ciaran grunts. He must decide that he needs to piss anyway, because a stream of it barely misses Noor as Alastair shoves her even closer to the edge.

“I’ll figure it out,” she breathes, not moving. Noor is too close to flail about.

Turning toward the cliff, I take a step closer to the edge before beginning to piss to make a point. The wind dies down just enough to not spray it back at me, and Alastair continues to terrorize her.

“This isn’t amateur hour, baby,” he growls. “That piss could be you. What’s it going to be? Are you going to come and be my pretty little doll?”

“What about your girlfriend?” Noor croaks. She’s visibly trembling and I doubt she’ll be sleeping well for a while.

“Who is that?” he asks. “Kelsie?”

“She seemed very territorial,” she rasps. “Saying I’ll go just to get my ass kicked again doesn’t seem like something I’m interested in. I’d rather choose the bear.”

I scoff out a laugh, realizing what she means.

“The cliff and death seems like a better trade off?” I ask, still pissing. Damn, I really had to go.