Page 90 of Brutal Callous Heir


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He neither denies nor confirms the accusation. But I know the truth. We both do.

“What’s your story, sunshine?” he asks, and that does surprise me.

We’re not supposed to be bonding. Sharing our secrets and hopes and dreams for the future. That’s not how things work between us.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve got me all figured out.” I laugh off his intense stare.

“Come on, give me something. You’re in therapy, right? So there’s got to be a few skeletons in your closet.”

“Nice, arsehole,” I mutter, accepting the joint again.

This isn’t like the weed I used to smoke with Vaughn and his friends. I can already feel it saturating my bloodstream, dulling my senses. But there’s something else too. A tingle over my skin.

Shit.

I’m high and horny.

“What’s that look for?” Theo asks, a knowing glint in his eye.

“Nothing.” I wave him off.

“You feel it, don’t you?”

“You know, you didn’t need to get me high to fuck me.”

His eyes flare. “Is that what you want?” He picks up my legs and drapes them over his lap, his hands smoothing over my ankles.

It feels good.

Too fucking good.

“You want me to fuck you?” His fingers walk higher, pushing between my thighs.

“Theo…” I warn. Or maybe I beg.

Everything’s a little hazy.

“You’re in my head,” he admits.

“The feeling is mutual.”

Something crackles between us.

“So what are we gonna do about it?” His thumb rolls over my damp underwear, forcing a whimper to crawl up my throat.

Jesus.

This boy.

This infuriating, cocky, gorgeous boy.

I am so screwed.

He takes another couple of deep hits on the joint before offering it back to me.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you’re trying to get me high as a kite.”

“Feels so good though, am I right?” He flashes me a smile full of dark promise as he continues toying with my underwear.

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