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Duke’s laughter follows me across the roof.
eighteen
Rumor Has It… After a certain viral video on this girl’s account, WHPA’s two kings have been gone all week. Missing their regal presence? Bye Week is your only chance until Monday!
Colt Darling
I find Gloria on the other side of some foil ventilation ducts, smoking her cigarette and staring at the tampon factory. She looks small and alone huddled down in her big puffy jacket, leaning on an electrical box.
“Are you here to call me a dyke and laugh at me some more?” she asks, not turning my way.
“No,” I say, parking my ass beside hers on the box. “I wasn’t laughing at you.”
“Funny, since I heard a lot of laughing after I walked away.”
“Yeah, your boyfriend’s drunk and trying to pimp you out for a threesome up here.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Okay, then your pimp.”
“Fuck you, Colt.” She stands and tosses her cigarette at my feet. “Is that what you’re here for? Duke said you could fuck me, so you’re taking him up on it, never once taking into consideration that I am a sentient human being who might want a say in what happens to her body? I’m just a collection of warm holes, right? And the Dolces own me, so they can rent out one of my holes whenever they want. Which one did he offer you?”
She crosses her arms and glares at me, her chin held high, like she doesn’t realize how fucked up every word that just came out of her mouth is. But then Duke’s words come back to me, and I hate that I can’t deny them. Maybe I’d be better than them, but maybe I wouldn’t. Didn’t I sweet talk Dixie into having a threesome with me and Preston, when I knew she despised him?
But the thought of trying to sweet talk Gloria into the same thing makes me want to hurl myself over the edge of the roof.
Maybe that’s the difference. I’ve changed. They haven’t.
“Well?” Gloria demands, tapping her toe. “What did you tell him you’d do to me? He doesn’t need money, so I know you didn’t pay cash. You don’t have anything he wants, and usually he only makes me do stuff with other girls or his brothers. So you must have offered to do something pretty sick. Not that I’m surprised. After all you’ve been through, you’re probably more fucked in the head than any of us. Let’s hear it, Colt. Tell me what you want to do to me.”
I tuck my hands into the pockets of Duke’s jacket, finding another flask in one of them. I’m not going to tell Gloria what I want to do to her. That’s private, a fantasy that’s just for me, not for her to know. But it strikes me how well she knows me after all these years of tormenting me. She’s hurled enough insults to know which ones hurt. She probably knows all my tells. She’s had plenty of time to study her victim. She guessed I have sick, sexual revenge fantasies about her without me having to say a word.
“I don’t want to do anything to you,” I say, lifting myself onto the square metal box and scooting back until it hits the backs of my knees. “Except maybe shut you up.”
She stares at me a long minute, some mixture of emotion in her eyes that I can’t read. I haven’t studied my tormentors like they’ve studied me. I’ve avoided them, hidden away like the goblin she says I am, trying to hold on and survive one more day, and then one more, and then another. But now I study her back, this inhuman brute of a girl that the Dolces shaped in the basement of the school, where the secret society meets.She’sthe goblin.
“Are you sure?” Gloria asks, a challenge in her voice as she stares me down.“It’s Bye Week, Colt. My masters have given you permission. What if I gave you permission too?”
I shrug, ignoring the way my cock is stirring at the images her words put in my head. “I’m not interested, so your permission means nothing to me.”
She prowls forward, her hips swaying like a snake, until she reaches me. She rests her hands on my knees, then slowly slides them up my thighs, her gaze locked on mine. My cock stiffens, and I have to control my breathing so I don’t give myself away.“What if I said you could have me, do anything you wanted to me, just for tonight?” Her voice is a silky, seductive chant, as hypnotizing as her body when she leans up, her warm breath feathering over my cheek. “What if I said I wanted you to. What would you do to me then?”
“Nothing,” I lie.
“What if I begged?”she whispers against my lips, so close I can almost taste her strawberry lip balm, the pinkness of her lips, the soft quiver of her tongue…
I close my eyes and take a breath, trying to calm my raging hard-on. Her hands press down on my thighs as she leans in, standing on tiptoes, and my eyes fly open. I lean back just in time to avoid her poison kiss. She must see my startled expression before I can hide it, because her lips curve into a smile that says she knows exactly what she’s doing. That she sees my refusal to kiss her as a challenge, and she likes it. No one’s probably ever said no to Her Majesty before.
With a gleam in her eye that’s half triumph, half pure naughtiness, she moves her thumb slowly from the top of my thigh and onto the hard ridge of my erection. The sensation of her thumb grazing over the thin fabric makes my cock throb and an involuntary shudder wrack my body. She smiles wider, showing no evidence that I’m affecting her the same way. Her only response is to rise higher on her toes, leaning in closer and running her thumb higher, over the first ball of my cross piercing.
My senses come back to me in a single second.
Of course she’s not affected. She’s Queen Gloria the Wicked, a girl whose mission for the last two years has been to destroy me. She’s just found another way to do it, one she’s never tried before. She’s a spider winding her prey in her web before she devours it. I know better than to trust a black widow’s kiss, no matter how fucking sexy those plump pink lips are. I know it’s all a disguise. She’s not a beautiful girl asking for a kiss. She’s a predator going in for the kill, a snake that never misses when it strikes.
I lift my hand and slide it under her hair, gathering it into a ponytail at the nape of her neck and tugging gently. I don’t force her back to her heels, though I could. My tug is only a suggestion, a test to see what she’ll do, and what I’ll do.
Because she may be a predator, but I’m no one’s prey.
