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“Party at Macker’s place.”
“A party? I’m not sure—"
Warren’s brow quirks up, and I swallow my protests.
“I’m sure I’ll feel better by then.”
“I’ll bring you one of those iced latte things you like.”
“Thanks.” Because iced latte fixes everything.
He brushes the stray hairs from my face, gazing down at me as if I’m the most precious thing in his world. “I love you, baby. Everything I do is for you, you know that, right?”
“I know.” The words gut me.
“Okay.” He leans in, kissing my forehead. “Rest up, and I’ll see you later.” Warren climbs out of bed and pulls on a t-shirt.
I wait for him to leave, burying my face in the pillow the second he does.
A party?
I don’t want to go to a party. Least of all at Kian Macker’s house. He graduated last summer with Warren and is the closest thing he has to a friend. But he’s a real creep. Throws these parties out at his house that overlooks the ocean. He isn’t rich by any means of the word, but money comes easy to a guy with zero morals and connections in all the wrong places.
I could run. I could pack my sparse belongings into a bag right now, steal some of the cash I know Warren keeps in an empty tin in the food cabinet, and go.
But I can’t risk him assuming I’d gone back to Conner. And even if he knew I hadn’t, I wouldn’t put it past Warren to punish Conner and the Jaggers anyway.
I’m stuck here.
So long as Warren is alive and breathing, I have no way out.
Tears sting my eyes, but they don’t fall. My armor is already strengthening, sliding into place around my heart. Warren can take my body, he can use me as a punching bag and try to break my spirit, but he will never have the one thing he truly craves.
My love.
Music pumps through the house, rattling my bones. Warren keeps me tucked into his side as we move deeper into the fray.
A couple of guys tip their Solo cups at Warren, but no one tries to stop him. The air is thick with smoke. Cigarettes, weed, who knows what else. The smell is overpowering, and I lift my arm to my nose to try to breathe easier.
“Kraven, my man. You came.” Kian is sprawled out on the couch, a half-naked girl I don’t recognize in his lap, her eyes rolled back and her hips undulating as he blatantly finger fucks her.
“Hey man, you want a taste? She’s fucking dripping.”
“Nah, not right now.” Warren chuckles, yanking me closer to drop a kiss on my hair.
“She’s a pretty little thing. But I bet she doesn’t suck dick like Felicia.”
The girl moans,
too high off her face to realize she has an audience.
“Yeah, get it, Leesh,” someone yells, and the room cheers as her moans grow closer together.
Kian chuckles, nuzzling her neck from behind as he rips down her lacy tank and fondles her breasts. “Come on, man. You know you want to.” His brow lifts at Warren.
I peek up at him to find his eyes blown with lust, and my stomach clenches so violently I think I’m going to puke.
“Nah man, she’s all yours for now.” His grip on me tightens, but I can feel his hunger bleeding out of him.
