CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER TEN

COLT

ISTAND AND look over her ass as blood runs down her leg from the four letters I just carved into her. Bringing the razor blade to my mouth, I can’t help but run my tongue across it, licking up her blood before tossing it onto the table. Then I lean down and run my tongue along her ass, licking it clean too. “Beautiful,” I whisper.

Gripping a handful of her hair, I gently pull her face up off the table and rip the thong from her mouth. Then wrap my other hand around her jaw, tilting her head so she’s looking over her shoulder at me. I slam my lips to hers, letting her taste her own blood on my tongue along with her tears that run down her face.

She doesn’t kiss me back with as much enthusiasm as I have, but I expected that. “Good girl, princess. Good girl,” I praise, trying to calm her down.

Her bloodshot eyes meet mine. “Please?” she begs.

“I know. We’re going home.”

She closes her eyes, and her shoulders shake as a silent sob wracks her body. Letting go of her, I walk to the sink and take a hand towel, running warm water over it. I then walk back over to her and gently press it to the wound, trying to stop the bleeding.

Jenks runs down the stairs with some ointment in one hand and a large bandage in the other. “Here you go.” He hands them over to me.

Removing the towel, I unscrew the lid on the ointment and squeeze some onto my finger, and then rub it on the letters of my name.

She quietly sobs while flinching.

“Almost done,” I tell her. Opening up the bandage, I place it on her ass. Then I bend down and undo my belt from around her legs while Alex unties her wrists.

“Jenks, go bring her car around,” I say, and he takes off out the door. I don’t want to have to carry her through the party like this. Ripping my shirt up and over my head, I place it on her and then pick her up in my arms. She buries her face into my bare chest.

“What do you want to do with him?” Finn asks, pointing at Nate, who sits in the kitchen chair, mouth duct-taped, and wrists tied behind his back, covered in our cum.

I laugh. “Tie him to the chair and leave him. Someone will find him. Eventually.”

Just then, the door opens, and Jenks enters once again. “It’s right outside.”

“See you guys back at home.” I walk her outside and place her in the passenger seat of her car and buckle her seat belt.

“Please?” she says in a soft voice.

I push her wild hair from her wet face and cup her cheek. “We’re going home, princess.”

She doesn’t even bother to open her heavy eyes. She just nods once, and her head falls to the side. I’m losing her fast. She had been drinking, then add what I just did to her for the past hour, and she’s exhausted.

Shutting her door, I get in the driver’s seat and take her home.

RAYLEE

I WAKE TOa dark room, moaning at the pain I feel in my entire body. I’ve never been beaten with a baseball bat before, but I imagine this is what it feels like.

A hand wraps around my waist, pulling my back into a hard body, and I freeze. My eyes dart around the room, trying to remember what all happened last night. Went to Mike’s party, but it was really Mitch’s. Nate was there. Tried to force me to leave with him. Then Colt… Fuck, that’s where things go black, and I shove the man off me and jump out of bed.

My shaking legs manage to get me over to the door where I know the light switch is, and I flip it on. My worst nightmare is coming true. “What the fuck, Colt?” I bark out when I see him lying in his bed.

He stretches and sits up, the covers falling to his lap, showing me his smooth chest. His eyes meet mine, and he smirks. “What are you doing? Come back to bed.” He pats the side next to him. “I’m hungry.” His eyes drop to my legs, and I realize I’m naked.

“What in the fuck are you doing?” I ask again, confused as hell. I never stay the night in his bed. Ever. Not once. We fuck, and then go our separate ways.

“Turn off the light and come back to bed,” he orders, lying down and rolling onto his stomach. The covers shift, showing me a perfect view of his ass.

I think about doing what he says for a second, but that morning in the kitchen reminds me that the guys said they always eat pussy when they wake up with a woman in their bed. I shake my head, refusing to allow that this morning. He has some explaining to do.

Leaning against the dresser behind me, I hiss in a breath when it feels like something just stabbed me. “What…?” I turn around to see what it is, but there’s nothing on the dresser, so I run my hand over my butt. “Fuck.” I hiss at the feel again. What the hell is on my ass?

I look over my shoulder, staring at my backside in the mirror, and see a bandage. What the fuck? A scream erupts from my lips when I rip it off, making him jump up from his bed.

“What’s wrong?” Colt asks, walking over to me.

I throw my hands up, and he stops. “Please, tell me this is a joke?” I ask, tears stinging my eyes.

“What are you talking about?” He feigns innocence.

I fist my hands. “Why is your name carved into my ass?” I growl.

A smirk spreads across his face. “I didn’t see you stopping me last night.”

“I can’t even remember last night,” I yell at him. “Why would you do that?”

“Because Nate needed the reminder that you belong to me,” he replies simply. As if carving his name into my ass is totally acceptable.

“No, no, no.” I place my shaking hands in my already tangled hair. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

He reaches out, grabbing my arm, and yanks me to his naked body. “It’s no big deal.”

I reach up and slap him across the face. “This … this is a very big deal.” He branded me. Made me his in a way I never thought possible. “What if I carved my name into you?” I snap.

He turns, walking over to his nightstand and opens up the top drawer. Removing his pocketknife, he slaps it open. Coming back over to me, he holds it out to me, handle first.

I just stare at it. It’s one that I got him for his birthday five years ago. I told him to go bleed to death. I got it for him after he got me a dildo that said go fuck yourself.

“Do it,” he says, offering me the knife.

“Colt,” I whisper his name. Either he’s lost his fucking mind or this is a game. This is where things have gone, and I’m not sure what to do.

With his free hand, he raises my chin to look up at him. “Do it, princess. You don’t even have to tie me down. I’d gladly lie there while I bleed for you.”

My breath hitches at his words. How can he make me hate him and want it at the same time? Why do I always feel like I’m losing this game? I swear, if he wanted to, he could drive me insane in a matter of days. It wouldn’t take much at this point.

“Straddle my hips and carve your name into my chest, princess. Let the world see how much you love me.”

My eyes search his, trying to find an ounce of deceit. He’s trying to manipulate me and make me look stupid. “I don’t love you,” I whisper.

Dear Lord, what all happened last night? What did I say? Just a few nights ago, we were in my shower expressing how much we hate one another while fucking. Now he’s dropping the word love?

“No?” he asks, frowning. “I think you do, Raylee.”

I swallow at the use of my real name. It’s always princess to him. Shaking my head, I take a step back, and my ass hits the damn dresser again, making me whimper. But he’s already stepped closer, pinning me in place.

“Have you ever wondered why we can’t let each other go?” He lowers his face to my neck and gently kisses my racing pulse. “Why you so willingly crawl back to me after every failed relationship you’ve ever had? Or why you beg me to fuck you? It’s because you know that no one will ever satisfy you like I do.”

“Love and sex aren’t the same thing,” I breathe, trying to think of a reasonable argument.

“Oh, they are, princess.” He pulls back and lifts the knife in front of my face, making me suck in a shaky breath. “No other man will love you the way I do.” He runs the tip of the blade down my chest bone, and I hold my breath. “No other man will bring you to your knees like I do.” The knife trails down over my stomach and my pelvic bone. I spread my legs when he shows no sign of stopping. “Or make you crawl like I do.” The tip falls between my legs.

“Colt?” I swallow nervously, and whisper, “What are you doing?”

He brings it to a stop, the blade sitting between my legs, the cold metal making my nipples hard. His eyes meet mine when he says, “You’re my dirty little slut, princess. Mine. And that’s why I carved my name into your ass. So you’ll always have a reminder that I own you.” A tear runs down my face, and he watches it with amusement.

“No.” I shake my head once, denying what he just said. It can’t be true.

He laughs softly, and his eyes drop to my legs. “Look what I did to you last night. You were such a needy slut. Starving for whatever I would give you.”

My stomach knots at his words because I can’t remember what all I did for him, but I’m sure he’s right. He’s my weakness.

“Begged me in front of your ex to get you off. Then to stop making you come. Admitting to my friends fucking you. And how much you love it when I humiliate you.”

I whimper as fresh tears fill my eyes, making his face nothing but a blurry figure.

“They were all so fucking hard for you, princess. I had to show them that they could never have you again.” Stepping back, he removes the blade from between my legs, and I let out a shaky breath. Bringing it to his lips, he licks the flat edge of the blade that was pressed up against my pussy, and my legs threaten to buckle. “Here.” He holds it out to me. “Make me yours.”

Make him mine?Colton Knox will never be mine. He’ll never belong to anyone. Men like him don’t settle down, especially with a woman like me. I’m a toy. Something fun to play with. And I’ve been fine with that. So why pretend now? Why make me think there’s a possibility of anything more?

I’ve never wanted more. Not with him. I hate him.

But do I really? Can you be physically attracted to someone you hate? Why do I allow him to put me in positions where I know he’ll humiliate me? Why did I willingly move in with him? Why do I let him control my life?

It can’t be love. It has to be convenience. I’ve been using him. Not the other way around. I’ve told myself over and over that a woman can treat a man the same way they treat women. He’s been my toy. And when I’m done with him, I’ll walk away.

“No.” The single word trembles on my lips, exposing my lack of confidence in my answer.

And just when I think I can’t be any more confused. A smile spreads across his face—one of those I fucking hate you smiles. I’ve seen it too often over the past six years. His green eyes light up like a Christmas tree.

My body is shaking, rage coming over me, when he reaches up and pushes some loose hair behind my ear ever so gently. Stepping into me, he tilts his head to the side. “I told you that video was nothing compared to what I’d do to you for setting my car on fire.”