AllFreeNovel
Share Us
CHAPTER9
Owen
What the fuck are you doing in Evie’s room?
More important, why the hell couldn’t I talk myself out of coming here? My room is down the hall on the east wing, and that’s where I should have stayed. But I heard Wilder bitching about the fact he has to move out, and knew Evie had arrived. The thought that she was here, so close, made it impossible to think about anything else.
Her flagrant show of disrespect at Liam’s house this morning is the reason I’m here.
What is it with this girl? Didn’t the others warn her about me? About my depraved predilections?
“Get out.” Her voice is much too calm for my liking.
“You’re in no position to give me orders,” I tell her, stepping closer. “And if you try it again, you’ll wish you’d never decided to go to this college in the first place.”
She sneers at me. “You think I’m here bychoice? This shitty town is the last place I want to be.”
I’m close enough to catch a whiff of her scent, an intoxicating bouquet of shampoo and perfume that’s both sweet and citrusy.
She’s still not backing down. Still has no fucking clue how close I am to losing my shit. She should have turned and run like she did last night, but instead she’s staring me down like she thinks she stands a chance against me. Where is this newfound courage coming from?
My mind goes to the blue-haired mess Evie was hanging around with at the Burnout.
Does little Evie honestly think Kat is her friend? Oakes is as superficial as they come. The moment Evie becomes more work than play, Kat will drop her. And Ada? Ada doesn’t have friends—she haspawns. And she moves them around the board of life with as much care as she would a cheap plastic chess piece.
Evie tosses back her white hair. She’s wearing a black hoody, and deRylee leggings that cling to her curves like a second skin—courtesy of Oakes, judging from the big Pinecrest University logo embroidered on the front.
“Isaid, get out.” Her blue eyes narrow, and she points—fuckingpoints—at the door like I’m some encyclopedia salesman who’s overstayed his welcome. “Now.”
There’s a tremor in her voice. It moves to her lips, which she parts as if she can hide the fact that she doesn’t have a clue what to do if I refuse to leave.
“I warned you.” There’s a grating note to my voice.
Her eyes go wide when I lunge at her. She tries to dart around me, but I grab the neck of her hoody and yank her back. She crashes into the dresser, a stifled yelp leaving her mouth. When I crush my body against hers, she goes limp.
Terrified eyes gaze up at me as I twist my fingers into her hair.She goes onto her toes with a gasp, her eyes watering at the pain.
My cock stirs behind my jeans. If I could collect my thoughts, I’d have realized it was a bad sign. That I had to listen to Evie and get the fuck out of her room before I did something I’d regret. But with the scent of her in my nose and her soft curves pressed against me, my mind becomes tangled with the sudden, urgent need for her to understand just how much she’s fucked up.
“No one tells me what to do, little lamb.”
“So that’s why you’re such a spoiled brat,” she says. “And here I thought it was just because your family owns this town.”
Spoiled?
She whimpers when I drag her away from the dresser, then digs in her heels when she sees I’m headed for the single bed pushed against the wall.
When I spin her around so her back is to me and push down on her head, bending her over, she blurts out, “What are you…?”
The words die in her throat when I yank down the back of her jeggings, baring her plump ass. Her sharp intake of breath warns me of an impending scream, but I move too fast. Before she can protest, I land a hard smack to her ass.
The sound of my palm meeting her flesh fills Evie’s small room. That impact seems to rattle her out of her shock, because she lets out an indignant gasp and tries to haul her pants back up her legs. I left her panties on, but watching her try to wriggle out of her punishment infuriates me too much to let her regain even a modicum of decency.
“This is what happens when you forget your place, lamb.” I bat away her hand and tear her underwear down her thighs too. “Now, take the next two like a good girl, or they’ll just keep coming.”
My first slap left a faint, blurred handprint on her skin. The second is much darker, much better defined. Evie lets out a soft, “Uh,” but because she doesn’t fight me, because she doesn’t yell or try to be a smartass again, I let it slide.
The third slap sends her jerking forward with a whimper, a sound that sends a pump of blood to my cock.
