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“Same, girl,” Lana says as Penelope begins to chew on the gum.
Dylan swerves through the streets while Lana curls her long black hair around her finger, taking care not to coil her red ribbon that’s attached at the top. “I take it you’re railing my brother, then?”
Penelope’s eyes widen, and she almost chokes on the gum, swallowing it down.
“Lana,” I sneer, warning her with a look.
Lana makes a rude hand gesture. “What? It’s the truth, isn’t it?”
“It’s none of your fucking business,” I growl.
“Fuck that. Family’s always my business.” She crosses her arms and looks out the window.
“Okay, well, that went amazing,” Alistair jokes.
“Don’t fucking start a fight now. I’m trying to drive,” Dylan barks.
“God, I hate that I have to even go to this stupid fucking dinner,” Lana says, rolling her eyes. “I have a giant fucking test tomorrow morning, and now I’m gonna have to stay up late to study.”
“Then why did you come?” I retort.
She raises her brows. “Do you really not know the answer?”
“And here I thought you wanted to spend some quality family time,” I respond.
She throws out a stilted laugh. “With your friends? Good one.”
“I thought you liked me,” Dylan pouts.
“Dylan, I like you, but please ask your mom not to invite the whole fucking friends list next time,” she replies. “Fucking please.”
“Lana …” I warn her. “That’s enough.”
Her nostrils flare, and she looks away again, curling her finger around her long black hair. “Fine.”
As the car continues to drive, everyone in the back sits with their legs together like they’re afraid to even touch. And I’ve never in my life had a more uncomfortable car trip than this one.
When we finally reach our destination, Lana throws the car door open and pertinently steps out, slamming it shut behind her.
The fucking attitude of that girl will be the end of me one day.
I stare at Penelope through the rearview mirror.
“That’s your sister?” she asks.
“Not by choice, or he would’ve picked a different one,” Dylan jests, and I shove my elbow into his guts until he coughs wildly.
“Okay, I’ll see you inside,” he splutters, opening the car door.
Penelope just gives me an awkward look before she too gets out.
“Well … that was awkward,” Alistair muses.
“Thanks,” I say, as I get out too and leave him alone in the car.
Penelope adjusts her dress and checks her makeup in a tiny mirror she fished out of her clutch. “So your sister, huh? Damn, you two are like peas in a pod.”
I stop in my tracks and turn around, frowning, “What did you just say?”
She shrugs. “That arrogance and the temper …”
I shove her against the car and plant a flat hand against the metal, blocking her way out. “I do not have a temper,” I growl.
She smirks in my face.
Actually fucking smirks.
And it makes me want to punch the fucking car … and kiss her at the same time.
“Told you,” she says.
I grab her throat with my free hand, squeezing around her veins until she struggles to breathe. “If you dish it out, better be prepared for the consequences, Pen,” I whisper, leaning in to lick her neck. “Are you ready for that?”
“Won’t change facts,” she mutters through her gasps.
“My sister is nothing like me.”
She snorts. “I’ve known her for two seconds, and I’ve seen all I need to know.”
My grip on her throat tightens, and I can feel her heartbeat slow down, her eyes struggling to stay open, and the sight gets me hard as hell.
And we haven’t even gotten to the fucking dinner party yet.
“You’re a masochist, aren’t you?” I murmur near her ear. “You like the humiliation and pain.”
The more I push my fingers into her veins, the softer her posture becomes until her head tilts back and her thighs spread, yielding to my body as if she turns to mush.
So I slide my hand down the car and snake it down her legs instead, creeping underneath her dress until I find that spot that makes her shiver. And I don’t even need a fucking answer from her mouth anymore. Her body tells the truth.
“And you’re a fucking sadist,” she says when I finally release the pressure a little.
My fingers are still clasped around her neck as I lean in close enough to feel her breath become more ragged with each encroaching inch. And it’s like fucking cocaine sniffed straight into my brain. Addictive.
“A sadist you fucking love to be used by,” I say, my lips hovering close to hers. “And if you don’t watch your mouth, I will stick my fingers inside your fucking pussy right here out in the streets.”
Her jaw drops. “You wouldn’t.”
My lip twitches. “Wanna bet?”
“Guys? You coming, or what?” Dylan calls from the gates to the property his parents own.
There goes the fucking moment.
“Coming,” I growl, without ever taking my eyes off hers, and then whisper, “And you will too before this night is over.”
