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There’s a crash outside. My heart flutters. It sounded like Cleo’s door hitting the wall. I strain to hear what’s going on outside. The bed creaks.
“Cleo… Cleo… I’ve wanted this for so long,” Gabriel’s husky voice reaches my ears. “Since the first day I came back to Stonehurst, I knew I had to make you mine.”
Even though I know the game, his words make me see red. I grip Noah’s shoulder, reassuring myself that this isn’t real, that it’s part of our plan.
“Then why did you waste so much time being with that crazy bitch Mackenzie?” Cleo murmurs back, her voice thick with lust.
“Because she threw herself at me, and I’m not one to overlook free pussy, especially not from the famous Mackenzie Malloy. It’s a fact of life that mad women go off in the sack, and she was no exception. But it was just sex, just a bit of fun. She’s not like you. I had to work for you. I had to earn you. It makes having you that much sweeter. And I intend to have you in every way imaginable.”
Damn, he talks so good.
“Oh, Gabriel, you kinky boy,” Cleo giggles. “What’s that rope for? You want to tie me up?”
“Only if you allow it. Consent is very important to me. I trained with a shibari rope master in Berlin. I’m skilled with rope play. I think you’ll like how I make you feel, Cleo.”
Gag me with a hot-pink dildo. I don’t know how much more of this I can listen to.
Also, why has Gabe never told me he’s trained in rope play? That sounds like fun…
Focus, Claudia.
“Of course, anything you want to do to me, Gabriel,” Cleo moans. “Let me see that piercing I’ve heard so much about.”
My fingers tighten on Noah’s arm. He lets out a strangled yelp and tries to pry my nails from his skin.
“What was that?” Cleo asks.
“It’s probably nothing. Just let me get this knot secure and I’ll check it out… there, now you’re all tied up.” Gabriel flings open the door. “Hey, I’ve got her ready for you.”
“Wow.” Yara steps into Cleo’s obscene Egyptian-themed room and fingers an inlaid wooden chest. “Cultural appropriation, much?”
“Gabe, what’s going on?” Cleo’s eyes narrow as she sees me. She’s lying on the bed, tied to the posts, wearing pale pink lingerie and a golden mask with wings, a mockery of an Egyptian goddess. “Why is she here?”
Gabriel passes something to me. A flogger he took from the gym and no doubt convinced Cleo would bring her untold pleasure. Instead, the one taking pleasure in this room tonight will be me.
“Hello, Cleo, darling.” I trail the flogger over her breasts, feathering it lightly against her skin. She’s breathing hard, her chest heaving. “We’re going to have some fun.”
“I’ll scream,” she hisses. “There are hundreds of people downstairs. You’ll never get away with this.”
“Go on, do it. Scream the house down. But remember, we’ve all watched the YouTube walkthrough of this clout house. We know the bedrooms are designed with industrial-grade soundproofing. Between that and the raging party downstairs, you belong to us.”
Cleo rolls her head back and lets out an ear-piercing shriek. I’m not keen to test my threat, so I bring the flogger down on her inner thigh. Her scream turns into a pathetic whimper.
“Now that you’ve calmed down, we can talk as grown-ups.” I draw out my phone and flick through the stills of her drug deal. George comes up beside me and shows her the photos of her drug supplies. “This is all the evidence we need to destroy you. Forget your sponsorships, you’re looking at jail time, especially since we can place you in the hotel room where Dylan O’Connor was murdered.”
Cleo’s eyes widen with panic. She throws her head to the side. “Gabe, call off your bitch. You can’t believe I’d do that to you—”
He shakes his head sadly. “I’ve seen the tapes, Cleo. You were in our hotel room, but you never came out. You took Dylan from me. Nothing will save you now.”
“Nothing except me,” I grin. I snap a picture of her all trussed up, red welts forming on her thigh from the flogger. I know I’ll want to remember this moment for the rest of my life. “I may be the Ice Queen, but I’m merciful. I’m willing to overlook all this. I’m willing to let you walk away with your life and your little side business intact. And all it’ll cost you is a little information.”
“Bitch.” She tries to spit on me, but she can’t move her head and her saliva ends up dribbling down her chin.
“That’s right, I’m head bitch of Stonehurst Prep, and you’re about to rue the day you tried to usurp my crown. If you tell us what we want to know, we won’t hurt you… much.”
Cleo strains and kicks against her restraints, but Gabe really is as good as he claims. “Let me go.”
“That’s not going to happen,” Noah growls. He looms over her, his eyes burning with a rage that makes Cleo retreat into herself.
