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“There,” I say, practically stomping my foot in frustration. “Happy?”
He doesn’t answer. Instead, he grabs me by the shirt, dragging me closer, and brings his hand to my pussy. I gasp when I feel the silicone object sliding into the panties and inside the pocket. As I attempt to squirm away from him, he takes his time rubbing me to make sure it’s settled. I ignore the slight pleasure it brings me, and the way my body responds to not only his hand, but the excitement from the erotic toy Stan loves to use in the best way.
Elliot smiles down at me, his hand still inside my panties. It’s warm against my pussy lips. If he was to spread them, he’d be able to feel how wet I’m getting by the second.
“God,” he snorts. “I shouldn’t even be surprised that you ran away from the North Shore by becoming someone’s whore.” I feel my face scrunch up at his accusation. Knowing it was never easy. Hearing it is worse. “How often does he use it on you?”
I gulp, choosing silence over telling him something that might anger him.
“Weekly? Daily?”
“It’s not important.”
“Answer.”
I look into his eyes and away. “Multiple times a week.”
“Mm, so you must be familiar with how it feels, huh?”
Looking up at him, I nod.
“Good.” He takes the remote in his hand, presses it once, and turns it on to the maximum setting.
I gasp, falling back on the bed and folding in half. The vibration is way too intense for something directly touching my clit. With a hiss, I bring my hand to push the panties down. Elliot is quicker than me, though. He grabs it and pulls me back into a standing position.
“Be good and this stays off. Be a bad girl and I’ll make you come enough times to pass out in the car. Seven hours is a long drive, baby. Clear?”
“Okay,” I pant in a mix of pain and pleasure. “Okay, I get it. Just turn itoff!”
He does so right away, leaving me feeling like I’m suspended in the air. I’m longing for more, yet hoping he never turns it on again.
Smiling, he puts the remote in his pocket. I look back at Ethan, who’s still in the same position. His disgusted expression makes my cheeks heat. Most men would be turned on by seeing me wearing a sex toy. Ethan looks at me like he’d rather jump out the window.
“I think we can make our way now,” Elliot says proudly, tapping his pocket where he put the controller. The complete opposite of his brother, he’s not even ashamed of the hard-on tenting his jeans right now.
“The shorts,” I say simply.
“Yeah, I decided against those in the end. Come on.”
My hunch about Sylvie being dead is confirmed the second we step outside in the rain. Her body is on the front lawn, one bullet to the head, right between her eyebrows. She isn’t the first corpse I’ve seen in my life, but it’s been two years since I’ve been confronted with the criminal life, and it’s a fucking slap in the face.
I only realize I stopped to look at her when Ethan’s creepy voice rings in my ears. “Could be you if you so much asthinkof escaping us again.”
I let his cold words spread down my back in a shiver. If Ethan is a weirdo, I wonder what I am for always having loved that sick side of him. Something is seriously wrong with this man. That’s the reason I fell in love with him. Back then, we were both creepy losers.
They’re on either side of me, Elliot holding my upper arm tightly as they walk me to Ethan’s matte green truck. It belongs to him, not Elliot, and I fucked the blond brother in there. The hot, gorgeous brother who’s always had the girls, the reputation, the friends. Who’s taller and stronger. Who was never bullied by anyone because they wouldn’t dare. I fuckedhimin Ethan’s truckjust to rub it in his face. Just because he broke up with me and stomped on my heart. High school fucking drama seems ridiculous now that they both hate me.
I make sure to look back at the camera that points toward the driveway, showing a distressed face for when Stan will be looking at who took me.
I can’t fucking wait for Ethan and Elliot to face his wrath. Who fucking cares that the Kings want me dead when I know Stan will do anything to keep me alive and by his side.
The brothers have no idea the mistake they just made by taking me away from someone who is part of the Wolves.
Someone who could destroy the Kings with a snap of his fingers.
Best thing is, I bet they have no idea who Stan really is.
It’s not until we’re in the car and on the highway that I realize the extent of what’s happening. Not until Elliot, in the passenger seat, shows me a text that just popped up on my phone. The same phone where only one number can get through. Stan’s.
