CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER THREE

RAYLEE

IWAKE UP and stretch out my sore body, and I freeze when I hear movement behind me. Fuck, I forgot that Nate came over. I can feel how wet my underwear is from what Colt and I did in the shower just a few hours ago.

Deciding I can’t fake being asleep forever, I slowly roll over to see Nate standing up and pulling his shirt on, buttoning it up before running his hands through his dark shaggy hair.

“Morning,” I say softly, gauging his mood after what he saw last night.

Placing his hands on the bed, he leans over and kisses me on the forehead. “Good morning. Sorry but I have to run.”

I let out the breath I was holding. “You’re fine.” Thank God.

“I’ve got to find my phone.” He frowns, yanking his slacks on and then patting down his pockets like he did last night as if it’s going to magically appear.

Not if I have anything to do with it.

I crawl out of bed and throw on an oversized T-shirt and a pair of jean shorts. Then I enter my bathroom through the adjoining door. Walking in, I gasp at what I see written across the full length of my mirror in red lipstick.

How’d I taste?

My pulse starts to race. “That fucker!”

“Is your car unlocked?” I hear Nate call out.

I grab the makeup remover, unscrewing the lid so quickly it falls to the floor, and I pour the bottle on the mirror and then run my hands through it, thinking that’ll make it disappear. “No.” I lie, my voice cracking on the single word. Of course, it’s unlocked. I even left my trunk open last night.

“Where are your keys?”

I turn on the faucet and cup the water, splashing the mirror with freezing cold water. It doesn’t do any good. Goddammit!

“It’ll turn up.” I avoid his previous question, grabbing a towel and just smearing the shit worse than it already was. When that doesn’t work, I just leave it. Exiting the bathroom, I pull the door shut and meet him back in my room, trying to catch my breath while wiping my hands off on the inside of my T-shirt, hoping he doesn’t see the red lipstick on them.

“You okay?” He frowns, his brown eyes looking me over.

“Of course.” I give him a bright smile. “Let’s go downstairs and grab some breakfast.” I slide my arm through his, hoping he can’t feel my body shaking.

I’m going to kill him!I knew Colt was up to something last night. Even he can’t be that relaxed after what I did to his car. He had a plan, and I fell right into it.

“I can’t stay. I’ve got to get back home,” Nate reminds me.

Even better.

We walk into the kitchen, and the boys are all sitting at the table. Jenks is shoveling cereal into his mouth. Alex is scrolling through his cell while Finn is playing with his knife. Amy stands at the sink rinsing off a plate.

My eyes lock with Colt, and he leans back in his chair, a smirk playing on his face.

“I forgot to grab my belt.” Nate pulls away from me, and I let him go, praying he doesn’t decide to use my bathroom. I debate following him but stop myself because Colt may take that as me trying to avoid him.

Of course, he’s the first to speak. “How’s your morning?”

The fact that he’s burning a hole in my shorts, I know exactly what he’s asking. “It’s wonderful.” I grant him a smile. “The joke’s on you. He didn’t do it,” I inform him, and his face falls.

“Who didn’t do what?” Amy asks, and I choose to ignore her. We’re not enemies, but we’re also not friends. I do, however, respect the woman. She gets around, and I like that about her. She knows what she wants, and that’s not to settle down. Guys at Barrington call her a slut behind her back, but they’re the first ones to pull out their dicks when she’s around.

Colt sets down the fork and keeps his eyes on me when he asks his friends, “Boys, what’s the first thing you do when you wake up with a woman in your bed?”

“Eat that pussy,” Finn answers.

“Spread her legs and eat breakfast,” Alex agrees.

“Devour that cunt,” Jenks adds through a mouth full of cereal.

I look over at Amy, and her cheeks flush. Now I know that I’m the only woman in this house who hasn’t gotten some since they woke up.

“He’s not the one, princess,” Colt adds, making my eyes narrow on him.

I don’t plan on marrying the guy. He’s just someone to play with right now. I’ve never been able to make a relationship last. I’m not sure what it is, but I always seem to push them away. And none of them have ever fought to stay.

“I’m out,” Nate states, entering the kitchen once again, and by the smile on his face, I know he did not go to the bathroom.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him into me, making sure to put on a show. I’m not really one for PDA, but I can pretend for Colt. “I’ll see you later.”

Nate leans down and kisses me. I open my mouth for him, deepening the kiss, wanting to make out with him. Honestly, if he wanted to bend me over and fuck me on the island, I would pull my shorts down for him just to see how Colt reacts to that. Wonder if the fucker would record that too?

“Lunch?” he asks, pulling away.

“Yeah—”

“She can’t,” Colt interrupts me, and I glare over at him. “We have lunch with our parents today.”

Shit! I forgot all about that. They came back this morning from their trip. “We can do dinner?” I offer.

He nods, smiling down at me. “Dinner it is.” He gently kisses my lips and then turns to leave.

“Oh, Nate. I have something you might want.” Colt stands at the table, reaches into his jeans pocket, and pulls out a cell phone.

My eyes widen, and I feel the blood drain from my face while my heart begins to pound in my chest.

“Missing this?” he asks Nate.

“Where did you find it?”

In my fucking car!I want to scream but can’t rat myself out.

Colt smirks at me. Tossing it to Nate, he keeps his eyes locked on mine. “Someone brought it to me. You must have dropped it last night when you arrived.”

Fucking liar!

Nate frowns, catching it midair. “Thanks, Colt.”

“My pleasure.” He sits down, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest this time. “I also charged it for you.”

I’m going to fucking kill him.And by the way he’s smiling at me, the fucker is going to enjoy it. My blood is boiling, my body physically shaking. This was all part of his plan. He somehow knew why Nate came over last night. He also had to have known that Nate hadn’t seen the video of Colt and me online.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Nate tells him.

It requires a code to unlock, so I’m guessing Nate isn’t worried about Colt going through it. He honestly thinks that Colt was being a nice guy. But I know that Colt doesn’t do anything unless it benefits him.

“It kept going off. I think there was some kind of emergency or something,” Colt adds. “Seemed pretty serious, though.” He tilts his head to the side, his green eyes looking sympathetic when he adds, “Hope everything is okay.”

I let out a growl before stopping myself from jumping onto the table and slamming his face into it over and over again until it knocks all of his pretty teeth out of his fucking mouth. He already sports a bruise on his chin where I punched him in the shower. His eyes need to match.

“Okay, I’ll look into that,” Nate tells him before kissing my cheek.

I don’t dare move.

“I’ll call you later.” He taps my ass and then turns to leave.

The moment I hear the front door shut, I take in a deep breath. “You … son of a bitch,” I manage to spit out through gritted teeth. I reach over, grabbing a cake that someone brought for the party last night, and throw it across the room, hitting him in the chest.

“Hey, I was going to eat that.” Finn frowns, watching the chocolate chunks fall off Colt to the marble floor.

“What?” He cocks his head; his dark hair is standing in different directions, letting me know he hasn’t fixed it yet. The thought of Amy’s hands in it this morning while his head was between her legs doesn’t help my already sour mood. “Don’t you want him to see how good you are at sucking dick?” he asks innocently.

Oh, this motherfucker.“He’s well aware of that already,” I counter.

There’s a tick in his sharp jaw, and he stands, flicking the pieces of cake off his shirt as he walks toward me slowly. My eyes drop to his fisted hands, and I think he’s planning on choking me out. I’m prepared to break my already sore hand on his motherfucking face. “Watch it, princess—”

“Raylee?”

I turn to see Nate standing under the white archway to the entrance of the kitchen with his cell in one hand and his eyes on mine.

“It’s not what you think,” I say defensively, knowing the moment he unlocked his phone, he watched it. I’m sure that everyone he knows has watched it by now. Who knows how many texts and calls he’s had from friends informing him that his girlfriend is fucking her stepbrother?

“Oh … so you’re not on your knees in the formal dining room with Colt’s dick down your throat,” he says slowly. His eyes remain on mine. “Because that’s exactly what was happening in the video I just saw.”

“It was—” I was about to say that was six weeks ago, before we got together, but I just cheated on the man this morning in the shower.

He gives a rough laugh, pocketing his cell. “Now it makes sense.” Nodding to himself, he adds, “Why you set his car on fire.”

I fist my hands, choosing not to respond to that. It wasn’t a question.

“And you.” He looks at Colt. “Why the fuck would you allow this to be seen?”

“For a day like this,” Colt answers, smirking, not affected by the situation at all.

I hang my head, realizing exactly why Colt did what he did. If I was single, that video would still be sitting on his phone. It’s because I started seeing someone. He wanted to sabotage it. This is why we can’t have nice things comes to mind. Every relationship I’ve ever tried to have since my mother married his father has gone to shit. Granted, I was sixteen when they married, but none of them ever worked out. Now I wonder if it’s because of Colt. Has he done something to ruin them for me? Well, it takes two, I guess.

Swallowing, I lift my eyes to meet his. “Nate—”

“You know, my friends told me that you were a whore.” He interrupts me. “A cheap whore at that.” His light brown eyes look me up and down, disgusted with himself. Like he lowered his standards by dating me.

“I’m sorry,” I say wholeheartedly. I never meant to embarrass him.

However, he’s not lying about me being a whore, but why is that a bad thing? Why can’t I just like sex and that be okay? I first met him a couple of years ago. We went to college together, and it’s not like he was a virgin. I know at least ten girls he fucked before me. How many were before that?

Nate throws his head back, laughing. “Sorry? You’re a shitty liar, Ray. Just like you were a shitty fuck.”

“Maybe you’re the problem in that department,” Colt tells him.

My eyes widen, looking over at him. He’s now leaning casually against the kitchen island with his arms crossed over his cake-covered T-shirt.

“Excuse me?” Nate arches a brow and takes a step farther into the kitchen.

“You heard me.” Colt uncrosses his arms and pushes off the island. “Sounds like to me that if you knew how to fuck a woman, she wouldn’t fuck other men.”

The fact that Colt is trying to stick up for me is irritating. I don’t need him to defend me. “Stop—” I stand between them, but Colt grabs my arm and yanks me back, shoving me over into Finn who wraps an arm around my chest, keeping my back pinned to his front in an iron grip.

“A whore like her will fuck anything,” Nate growls, pointing over at me.

“Obviously.” Colt looks him up and down and then chuckles to himself. “She did fuck you.”

Nate shoves Colt in the chest. “Watch it, Colt.”

Colt takes a step back and lifts his hands in the air as if he’s not going to fight Nate, his laughter growing. “Ask her who else she fucked last night?”

“Colt!” I snap, trying to fight Finn, but he keeps me held hostage.

Nate looks over at me, lips thinning, and demands, “What the fuck is he talking about, Raylee?”

I lick my lips nervously but can’t make myself say the words out loud. It will just prove how big of a slut I really am. All his friends will be right. The whore cheated on you, what did you expect?

“What the fuck is he talking about?” he shouts, making me flinch.

“I—”

“And don’t fucking lie to me!” His voice rises, bouncing off the white walls in the kitchen. “Did you fuck him last night while I was in your bed?”

I feel tears sting my eyes, and my body vibrates with my hatred toward Colt. Having to announce I’m a whore is harder than I expected. “Yes,” I manage to say.

He just stands there, glaring at me. The look of disgust makes me want to apologize, but it won’t do any good. And am I even really sorry? I did something, and I’m going to own up to it. What I did was wrong, but that doesn’t mean he has to accept an apology.

Without saying another word, he turns and storms out of the kitchen. Finn lets go of me when one of the front doors slam shut.

“Guess you’re free for dinner now?” Alex chuckles.

Silence falls over the room, and I swallow the knot that forms in my throat. Why am I the whore? Colt was literally fucking Amy just minutes before he was screwing me in the shower, so why am I the only one who is in the wrong? How do I know that Nate hasn’t been sleeping with other women?

Colt turns to face me. “Prin—”

I slap him across the face, my teeth grinding at the sting on my palm from connecting with his cheek. He takes in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring, and I hate that tears start to burn my eyes. Instead of yelling or begging—for I don’t know what—I exit the kitchen and head up to my room, needing to get away from them. I don’t give a damn what Colt had to say.

It wouldn’t matter anyway. We did what we did. Can’t change it now.

COLTON

“THANKS FOR THEride,” I tell Finn before jumping out of his car. Since Raylee set mine on fire, I don’t have means of transportation until I buy a new one.

I was going to make her take me to our lunch date with our parents, but I haven’t seen her since she slapped me after I gave Nate back his phone and informed him that we fucked earlier this morning.

Entering the Victorian mansion, I find everyone already in the formal dining room. Raylee sits across from her mother, head down as she stirs the soup around in a bowl.

I pull out the seat next to her and plop my ass down.

“Good afternoon, Colton.” Her mother smiles at me.

“How was the trip?” I ask, making small talk.

“It was wonderful.” Her crystal-blue eyes look over at my dad, and he gives her his charming smile.

My father’s butler comes up to my chair. “What may I get you to drink?”

“Water, please,” I answer.

“I’ll have a bottle of Moscato.” Raylee lifts her hand to him.

“Raylee, I don’t think—”

“I’m old enough to drink, Mother,” she interrupts her mom, who just purses her lips and decides not to argue with her.

Tiffany is naturally pretty. She’s got dark hair and blue eyes like her daughter. I know she gets Botox in her forehead, but other than that, she doesn’t have fake lips or tits like the women my father dated before he met her. When he brought her home, I was surprised. She didn’t drive a Bentley or wear a lot of jewelry. My father’s always been into the flashy women who flaunt their money. Tiffany had none. I never saw her as a gold digger, though. I wasn’t one of those kids that thought she was going to come into my family and try to take what’s mine. No, everything was great until Raylee entered my life.

My feelings changed the moment I met her.

Six years ago

I’m in the kitchen making a sandwich when I hear my father’s voice followed by a feminine laugh. They enter a second later.

“Hello, Colton,” his fiancée greets me with a smile. She’s got her hand in my father’s, and I haven’t seen the look of such pure joy on his face since—ever, really.

“Hey, Ms. Adams,” I say.

“Colton, please call me Tiffany.”

I nod. It’s weird to see him with someone and know that they’re getting married in two months. He’s been dating women for as far back as I can remember, and none of them ever stayed long enough to acknowledge me.

“I didn’t know you’d be here. I thought your father told me that you have football practice this afternoon.”

I nod. “Yes, ma’am. As soon as I eat this sandwich, I’m leaving.”

Just as I go to take a bite of my sandwich, a girl enters the room dressed in a pair of white skinny jeans and a simple black crop top. Her jeans sit high enough on her narrow waist that you can just see a tiny sliver of her tan stomach. She’s got her bleach-blond hair down and in big curls.

Her crystal-blue eyes meet mine and her red-painted lips spread into a wide smile. As if it’s possible, her eyes turn even bluer with excitement.

“Hi. You must be Colton.” She walks over to me in her Chucks. “I’m Raylee.” Reaching out her hand, she adds, “I’ve heard so much about you.” She bats her dark eyelashes, and my mind goes straight to the gutter while my dick gets hard.

I imagine her on her knees, looking up at me while my cock fills her pretty mouth. Goddamn, this is her daughter? Why didn’t my father warn me? Give me some kind of heads-up that she’s fucking gorgeous.

How old is she? I can’t remember what my father said. Just that he was in love, getting married, and she has a sixteen—she’s sixteen. A year younger than me. My father works a lot and is always away. I overheard my father telling Tiffany that she could quit her job at the diner if she wanted to travel with him. Does that mean she’ll go with my dad and leave Raylee here alone with me? Fuck, I hope so.

“Ah, yeah.” I drop the sandwich on the counter and wipe my hand off on my jeans. I take her outstretched hand in mine and shake it.

“It’s nice to finally meet you, Colt.” A blush the color of her lips covers her cheeks, and she laughs nervously. “Sorry.” She averts her eyes, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. I have the urge to touch it and see if it’s as soft as it looks. “Do you go by Colt? Or only Colton?”

She can call me whatever the fuck she wants. “Either is fine.” I clear my throat, trying to ignore my hard cock straining against my zipper. She pulls on her hand, reminding me I still have a hold of it, and I let go like she burned me.

“Well, we better get going,” Tiffany states, making me jump. I had forgotten that we weren’t alone. “Colton has to get to practice, and we have a dress fitting in thirty minutes.”

Raylee spins around to face her mom, and her hair all but whips me in the face, giving me a whiff of strawberries. I almost come right then. My eyes fall to her heart-shaped ass, and I imagine yanking her jeans down, bending her over the counter, and dropping to my knees, eating her out as if she’s my last meal.

“I’ll walk you ladies to your car.” My father exits the room with them, his hand still in Tiffany’s.

Turning around, I face the white marble counter and pull out my phone from my back pocket. Typing out a message to one of my usual fucks.

Me: What are you doing later?

She responds immediately.

Her: Nothing. Why?

Me: Meet me after practice?

Her: Let me know when and where.

Great. I’m going to need to fuck something now that the bleach blonde has gotten me worked up.

“Colton?”

I jump at the sound of my father’s voice and turn around to see him now back in the kitchen. “Yeah?”

He levels me with a stare and speaks, “I saw the way you looked at her. Don’t you dare touch her.” Then he turns and walks out of the kitchen.

I follow him down the hallway and to his study. “Why didn’t you warn me?” I’m not going to pretend that didn’t just happen. My father gave me the sex talk last year after he found what he thought was the first girl I had ever had in my room. It’s safe to say he was late.

“What was there that needed warning?” he asks, sitting down at his desk.

My mouth falls open. “Seriously? Don’t pretend she’s not—”

“Don’t go there, son.” He shakes his head, interrupting me. “She’s sixteen. I’m forty-five. Not only is that illegal, but that’s also highly inappropriate. Plus, she’s going to be my stepdaughter.”

I go to open my mouth, and he adds, “And your stepsister.” He glares up at me. “So keep your hands to yourself and your dick in your pants.” With that, he dismisses me and starts working on his home computer.

I look over at Raylee sitting next to me in a white sundress, and it’s crazy how far we’ve come since that first day in this house. I became a raging dick to her. But she wasn’t as sweet as she put on that day either. No, she dished it back. And that is how my obsession with her started.

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AN HOUR LATER,their staff is handing out our desserts when Tiffany looks over at her daughter. “Raylee, honey, you’ve been quiet. Everything okay?”

“Fine, Mom,” she answers, not bothering to look up. I hide my smile behind the rim of my mimosa that I decided I needed after my glass of water was gone. Her phone goes off, signaling a text, and she pulls it out of her purse that hangs on the back of the chair.

I lean over to try to read it, but she locks the screen.

“Are you sure? You seem—” Her mother’s cell phone starts ringing. She picks it up off the table. “I’m sorry, but I’ve been expecting this call.” Her eyes go to my father, and he picks up his napkin, wiping his mouth. “We may be a little bit,” she adds.

“Excuse us,” he announces and then stands, walking out of the room with her.

I ignore that strange interaction and focus my attention on Raylee. Reaching under the table, I place my hand on her bare thigh.

She jumps, her head whipping around to glare at me. “Don’t touch me,” she snaps, shoving my hand from her warm skin.

Letting go of her thigh, I grip her wrist, twisting it and forcing a whimper out of her pretty lips. I pull it toward me until her face comes within inches of mine.

My eyes drop to her red lips and then meet her narrowed eyes. Closing the small space, I lean in, needing to kiss her. But she tosses what’s left of my mimosa in my face.

I sit back in my seat, letting go of her, and she gets to her feet, grabbing her wineglass and storming out of the formal dining room.

I chuckle, running my hand down my now wet face. I catch sight of the wine bottle in the middle of the table and pick it up. Standing, I head upstairs, knowing she’s running off to her old room.

So predictable, princess.She’s got the door shut, but I shove it open, making it bounce off the interior wall before it slams itself shut.

“Get the fuck out!” she shouts at me.

I advance on her while she walks backward before she hits the side of her bed and falls onto it, landing on her back. I crawl on top of her, pinning her down, and grip her face. “Open up,” I order and then bring the wine bottle to her lips, pouring more than I meant to into her mouth, making her choke on it. It covers her face, neck, and chest that her sundress shows off.

Setting the bottle on the nightstand next to the bed, I shove her hair out of the way and lean down, running my tongue along her neck, licking up the wine she spit up. “Tastes so good.” I moan, sucking on her skin.

“Colt.” She says my name breathlessly, still trying to recover from the fact I almost drowned her in wine.

“Want some more, princess?” I ask, nibbling on her ear.

“Go to hell.” She lifts her chin.

I smile. “Can’t we move on from this? You being a bitch and pretending not to want me?”

She glares at me. “You followed me up here. Not the other way around.”

“You’re right.” I sigh. “I’m attracted to you, Raylee. You’re fucking crazy, but every time I see you, all I can think about is fucking you.”

Her eyes close, and she whimpers.

“Tell me that you don’t want me,” I challenge, and she doesn’t respond. Smiling, I add, “See, why fight it? Just let go. We can call a truce.”

“Truce, Colton?” She snorts, dragging out my full name. She very rarely calls me that. “Any chance you get, you fuck me over.”

“I just want to fuck you, princess. What do you say? You and me? We can fuck the hate out of each other, whenever we want, wherever we want?”

Her heavy eyes stare up into mine. “You purposely broke up my relationship,” she argues. “You only fucked me so you could tell Nate I cheated on him.”

“One, you fucked me while with another man.” I give her a tsking sound and lower my lips to her ear. “Two, I was going to fuck you either way. You having a boyfriend didn’t matter to me.”

“You think that makes it better?” she snaps.

“I think you set my car on fire, and I ended your relationship. Let’s call it even.” I lick her neck, making her moan. “Now I’m offering to get you off. I’d say you’re getting the better end of the deal here, princess.”

“You’re manipulating me.” She growls.

I pull back, smiling down at her. “How so? I’m making what I want from you very clear.” I shove her dress up and pull her underwear to the side, running my fingers over her pussy, noticing the way she spreads her legs a little wider for me. “You’re wet.” I smile, and she swallows but doesn’t argue. No reason to deny what I can feel. When I shove a finger into her, she arches her neck, and her breath catches. “There’s nothing wrong with being a slut, princess.” I insert a second finger, and she moans. “Nate doesn’t understand what that means.” I remove them and push them in again while my thumb massages her clit. “If he could keep you satisfied, then you wouldn’t be fucking other men.”

People say all the time, once a cheater, always a cheater, but I don’t believe that. Not with Raylee. Once my girl understands that she belongs to me, she’ll never need or want another man. And I’ll kill any guy who even tries.

I may allow others to watch me play with her, but that’s only because I know it turns her on. I’ll never share her again.

Reaching up, she runs her hands through her hair while arching her back. “Colt, please—”

“What, princess?” I ask, my fingers getting more forceful. Her body rocks back and forth on her bed, still pinned under mine. I add a third one, spreading her wide, and her hands grip my forearms, nails digging into my skin. “Tell me we have a truce.”

She nods, sucking in a deep breath. “A truce. Just fuck me.”

“That’s a good little slut.” I praise her, and she whimpers. “But not yet.” I remove my fingers from her cunt, and she sags against the bed, her hands dropping from my arms.

I’m going to make her work for it. Standing, I grab her arm and yank her off the bed and shove her to her knees. Picking up the bottle, I take a swig and then order, “Unzip my jeans.”

Her hands lower my zipper quickly, showing me just how much she wants it.

“Pull my dick out.”

She reaches in and does as she’s told, stroking it and licking her red-painted lips.

I tilt the bottle, covering my cock with the liquid. Thankfully, it was sitting out during lunch so it’s not freezing cold. Wine drips off the sides and the head of my dick. “Drink it.”

She opens her mouth and takes in my cock, sucking the wine off my long shaft. “Don’t stop,” I order and pour a little more on my dick; most of it covers her face and spills on her sundress. She closes her eyes, and her mascara leaves black streaks down her hollowed cheeks.

“God, you’re so fucking pretty when you look like this,” I say, my free hand pushing the wet strands from her face while I pour more onto my cock. Her eyes are still closed, her face is soaked and so are my jeans. But she doesn’t stop sucking.

No, she takes me to the back of her throat, and my fingers dig into her hair at the scalp, grabbing her. “Fuck, princess.”

She whimpers on her knees, and I take a drink of the wine while listening to the sound of my cock fucking her mouth. She sucks it like she’s an alcoholic, willing to do whatever to get that last sip.

I pull her mouth from my cock, and she sucks in a breath.

“Look at me,” I order.

Her heavy eyes flutter open and her lashes are wet and clumped together, lipstick smeared, and makeup completely ruined. “Gorgeous,” I praise her.

Those pretty crystal-blue eyes go to the bottle in my other hand, and she licks her wet lips. “Do you want more?”

She nods, shifting on her knees. “Please.”

I lift the bottle, pouring some into my mouth and hold it instead of swallowing. Lowering my head to look down at her, I spit it out all over her face. Closing her eyes, she flinches. “Lick it off,” I order, and her tongue comes out, running across her lips and chin the best she can.

“Colt—”

Jerking her up by her hair, I make her cry out. I grip her chin, slamming my lips to hers, shoving my tongue into her mouth, tasting the wine. I’ve never wanted to get drunk more than I do at this very second. I want to drown us both in it.