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“You okay?” I wonder if I've pushed her too far. She doesn’t move, just stares at the door. “Princess?” I ask quietly.
She clears her throat, “Yeah, I’m good.” She takes a step back, forcing me to turn away from the door. “How did you find them? Who’s in there?”
I get it now. She doesn’t like surprises, and part of her is probably hesitant to trust me. “When Damien found you, we had all been caught up talking to Natalya. She wanted to report you to us and thought we would do something to punish you. I figured there was more to the story, and I happen to have cameras everywhere so that I can always have the full story.”
She looks around the hall then, searching for them. “I don’t have any here.” At least not in the hallway. “Anyway, I sent Damien to check on you because you were bleeding and Natalya looked nervous. She tried to walk away, but I pulled her into a room and locked it. I came out and saw Damien throwing Bryce overboard. That’s when I knew there was something I was missing. So, I pulled up the feed from the fight and listened to what happened.”
Evie stiffens as if she doesn’t want me to know she almost drowned a girl because they were talking about our dicks.
“What did you hear?” she asks, hesitantly.
I crowd into her personal space and tilt my head towards her ear. “Everything,” I say softly. I pull away, giving her personal space back so I don’t trigger her.
Damien wrote a list of all the things that bother her so that I can learn them. It’s stupidly endearing. “I went back and questioned her, but she kept lying. I ended up showing her the footage and that was when she tried to seduce me.”
It had been the most unattractive thing anyone’s ever attempted, but I hold back that comment for a moment to see her reaction. I can’t read her expression, but she doesn’t look happy. “What?” I ask, feeling like there’s something I’m missing.
“So, did you fuck her?” she asks flippantly.
“I made her think I wanted to.” I notice her jaw clenches, but she says nothing else so I continue. “I told her I wanted to help her get to you, and she immediately told me the truth. She talked about how she was behind the incident in the food hall with the pizza being poisoned. She admitted she tried to get one of the teachers to get you alone so she could try to taunt you.”
“Natalya even admitted that Bryce was too weak, ever since you cut him. But she was the one who convinced him the best revenge would be to drug you right under our noses. She apparently wanted all of the Kings to herself and would do anything to get you out of the picture. She said something about Bryce having his orders while her actions were all her own. She apparently hates that you flaunt your relationship with Lev and Damien.”
“Someone poisoned the pizza?” she asks, looking more confused than ever. “What does she mean about Bryce being under orders? And since when am I in a relationship with Lev and Damien?”
I give her a blank stare at that. She cannot possibly believe those two have not claimed her as theirs.
“Why did you guys keep all this from me?” she finally asks, throwing her hands in the air.
I just shrug. “They didn’t want to upset you.”
“And you went along with it? You practically live to upset me!”
I laugh then, really fucking laugh. “You think I live to upset you? I live topunishyou, Princess. I want to see your body kneel for me.” I crowd her again, backing her against the wall so she can see just how serious I am. “I want to see your eyes light up in terror for me. I want you to be afraid, I want you to bleed, and then I want you to ask me for more.”
Our noses are almost touching, our bodies vibrating with a pull like two magnets coming together, never to be separated again. I put my arm up on the wall beside her head, closing my eyes to breathe her in. “I don’t want your tears, Princess. I want your fear, I want your pain. I want you to give it to me so I can show you just how beautiful those things can be.”
We don’t move. Our heavy breathing is the only sound that surrounds us. When I’m about to move back, screaming erupts on the other side of the door. Evie shoves me away, trying to pretend like she's unaffected.
But I didn’t miss the way her body arched towards mine. The way the air hummed with sexual tension or how her pupils dilated in response to my words. Evie wanted me as much as I wanted her, but she is too damn stubborn to admit it.
“Why is she screaming?” she asks, moving to open the door.
“I may have drugged her, so she knew what it felt like. She’s probably just waking up.”
I wanted her to feel helpless, just like Evie must have felt. I made sure to mess with her clothes, showing her just how easily I could have taken advantage of her. “Oh, she’s also naked, so…” Okay, I might have cut her clothes off of her so she felt exposed and vulnerable. Natalya's phone had a link to the video Bryce was streaming, and I watched as he roughed Evie up and pulled the clothes from her body, all until Damien threw it to the floor. I made sure the video was wiped from existence after that.
“Why the fuck is she naked, Alexi?” She turns from the door then, glaring daggers at me.
“You were wrapped in a blanket when I saw you, your clothing had clearly been removed. I wanted her to know what that felt like,” I say with a shrug. She doesn’t need to know about the video I saw.
Some of her anger dissipates, but she still doesn’t seem happy about the idea. “Do you have any blankets here? I’m not going to torture this bitch while she’s naked.”
I go to a closet in the back, grabbing a rough gray blanket from the shelves. Damien had this place set up as a temporary safe house in case shit went down here. He’s always thinking about the worst-case scenario, which is hilarious given the fact that he acts like a toddler half the time. He made sure to stock cots with blankets, food, and water. Plus, I’m sure he has a magnitude of sex toys hidden around this place.
Walking back, I hand the blanket to Evie. Natalya is still screaming on the other side of the door. I should have taped her mouth shut. I follow behind Evie as she opens the door. She’s not letting this one go like she did Nessa, not if I have anything to say about it.
Evie throws the blanket over Natalya. Her body is strapped down to the cot, not giving her much room to move anything except her head. She wiggles around, trying to get free, and the blanket almost falls away.
