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“You would’ve called the cops already. You haven’t.” She thrashes against the knots binding her wrists. “You’d rather play this sick game of pretending you have any control over me.”
Everyone else at school has always seen me as a cocky playboy, the big flirt. But not Blair. No, she sees through all the stage diversions I put on. As if she knows. She could never know what things are like. Not a worthless gutter rat like her.
My jaw tics and I grip her face, squeezing her cheeks. “Maybe I just want to break you first. But you’re definitely ending the night in a jail cell.”
“Where’s that, your basement?”
A mean smirk twists my lips. “Is that what you want? You’re wishing in that messed up little head of yours that this is the start to some fairytale, where I’ve got some tower to keep you in? I know the girls at school like to talk, but I’m no prince. I’m your worst nightmare, sticky fingers. I’m going to make you hurt for touching my car.”
“I could’ve told them that before they degraded themselves bouncing on your diseased dick.” Blair tries to grin, but my hold on her face stops it. “All I see is a pathetic asshole who surrounds himself with a kingdom of fake idiots. You can’t do anything to me. You don’t have the balls.”
“You seem to be missing the fact I have you tied up in my kitchen. Don’t wish for mercy.” I snap my teeth close to her face. “You won’t find any from me.”
“For someone who loves that ridiculous car, you’re sure taking your sweet ass time calling the authorities to take me away.”
She sounds smug, like she’s got me figured out. Yeah, right.
This is what drives me crazy. She acts like she knows everything about me. She knows nothing.
“If you’re in such a hurry, then…”
I spin away from her. Once I dial, I slowly angle to face her once more, hand tucked casually in my pocket.
Blair stares me down, a crack in her brave facade. Her brows pinch together as I start to whistle. She twitches.
“Ok, wait—hang up. Seriously, I’ll,” she cuts off, taking a heaving breath. She uncrosses her legs, no longer playing this like I’m not a threat. Watching her pride break and hearing the desperation flooding her voice is a feast of vindication. “Devlin—please.” Her eyes go wide as I open my mouth to answer, snapping my attention to the phone. “I’ll do anything! Don’t!”
Lifting a brow, I let the moment stretch. Her expression has lost every ounce of confidence, now that the real consequences loom. I switch the phone to speaker and slide it across the granite. It stops near her, twirling around.
“Thanks for calling Jimmy’s Pizza Palace, can I take your order?”
Blair darts a shocked look from the phone to me. “You…called for delivery?”
“Hello? Pick up or delivery?”
Instead of answering her or the person on the phone, I hit the end call button. “What did you just offer?”
Blair shifts on the stool, licking her lips. Grudgingly, she repeats, “I’ll do anything. Just…don’t call the cops. I can’t go to jail. Whatever way you want to get back at me, fine.”
“Anything?” Ice crystalizes my voice, turning it jagged and sharp. “You’re giving me carte blanche to take the law in my own hands.” I click my tongue and shake my head, gaze raking over her. “Dangerous power to offer someone.”
She shrugs.
“You know.” I step closer, sliding a hand up her leg. I squeeze, my thumb pressed high on her inner thigh. “Rumor has it you’ll give it up for the right price. Let’s say we waive that fee for starters.”
Blair visibly struggles to respond, flicking her eyes away and tucking her chin to her chest. Her breaths come fast and harsh.
“If that’s what you want.”
Amusement zips through me at the tortured twitch in her expression.
“On second thought…” I trail off, frowning severely. “I don’t want to catch anything from a filthy gutter rat. And I don’t slum it, not when I have primo pussy on lockdown.”
The fall of her face makes my mouth twist into a caustic smile.
“You’re a pig.”
I step back, dropping my hand from her thigh. Swiping my phone from the counter, I wave it in her face.
