CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER FIVE

COLTON

I’M SITTING AT the table when Raylee enters the formal dining room and plops down beside me in her seat. Her mother and my father returned several minutes ago asking where she was, and I said she had excused herself and went upstairs. They both seemed to have bought it.

Her mother frowns, looking over Raylee to find she’s washed her face that is now clear of everything I did to her upstairs. Her bleach-blond hair has been put up in a wet, messy bun.

I did that!

I fucked not only her pretty face, but her tight cunt as well, and she had to shower afterward. My eyes drop to her hands that rest in her lap and see the marks left from my belt wrapped around her wrists. It makes me smile.

“Honey—”

Pushing her chair back, she stands, grabbing her purse, and interrupts her mother. “I need to go home and get some rest. I’m not feeling well,” she lies.

“I’ll have Janet box up your dessert to take home,” Tiffany offers.

“I don’t want it.” Walking around the table, she gives her mother a hug.

“I better get going too.” I abandon my plate and get to my feet. I already had my dessert upstairs.

“No,” Raylee snaps at me, making her mother frown. “I mean, don’t leave because of me. You can stay.” She tries to cover herself, but the way her eyes are burning into mine confirms she’s only leaving because of me.

Ahh, did the pretty princess not like how she felt when I treated her like a dirty slut? Her body craved it. Her pussy was soaked, and her mouth was willing. She needs to get used to it. Things have officially changed between us. She’s letting Nate get inside her head. And I won’t allow that.

“I need a ride,” I remind her with an arch of a brow. “My car’s in the shop.”

Her jaw sharpens, and she looks away from me. I can see her body shaking. I’m not sure if it’s from anger or from the orgasms that I gave her. I’m sure she hates herself just as much as she hates me. It turns me on so much. I’m still hard.

Fuck, I want to throw her on this table and rip her clothes off.

“Plus, you had that entire bottle of wine. What kind of stepbrother would I be if I made you drive after that?”

Her eyes fall on the wine bottle that sits in the middle of the table. I brought it back down here for her to see how good of a job she did at cleaning it. Not a single drop of cum on it.

I watch her cheeks go red, and she drops her eyes to the floor.

“That’s so nice of you, Colton.” Her mother smiles at me. “Thanks for looking out for my girl. I worry about her.”

“Of course.” I bite back a smile.

“That’s Colt for you,” my father adds. “Always the gentleman.”

My little slut snorts at that, and her mother leans in, kissing her forehead. “Honey, you’re sweating. Are you okay?” She places her hand on her forehead, but Raylee pulls away. “You feel warm too. You should go home and go to bed. Get some rest.”

“Yes, Raylee. I think you should stay in bed the rest of the day. You must be exhausted.” She glares at me. “If you’re better later tonight, you can have another bottle of wine. Maybe champagne this time. They’re bigger than wine bottles, ya know? Might take you less time to achieve your goal with one of those.”

“I’m out.” She practically runs out of the formal dining room, understanding exactly what I was saying.

“Thanks for lunch,” I tell them and then follow her out the door to her car sitting in the driveway. I snatch the keys from her hand and jump into the driver’s side before she can protest.

She stays silent on the way back to our house and is out of the car the moment I come to a stop. I debate running after her but decide to let it go. The longer I let her fester, the angrier she’ll be with me.

Entering the house much slower than her, I make my way to Finn’s room on the third floor. I find him sitting on his bed while scrolling through his cell. “Take the video down,” I tell him.

He looks up at me, pulling the sucker from between his lips with a slurp. “Sure about that?”

I nod. “It was only there for Nate to see. He saw it.” After she left me alone in her bathroom earlier this morning, I got dressed and went downstairs to dig through her car. I knew she had a date with him last night, and she didn’t bring him back to our house for a reason. She didn’t want him to ask why she was setting my car on fire. And he wouldn’t have shown up unless he wanted something from her. It had to have been his phone. That’s the only thing that explained why he hadn’t seen the video yet. You can only guess how excited I was when I found it in her center console.

The bitch is crazy but predictable.

His fingers fly across the screen, and then a few seconds later, he drops it to his bed. “Done.”

I go to exit the room, but Alex enters. “You guys want to go out tomorrow night?”

“What do you have in mind?” Finn asks him.

He shuts the door and then walks to the end of the bed. “Mike is having a party—”

“No thanks,” I interrupt him. I can’t stand that motherfucker. We were once friends in high school, then Raylee came along. I told you everything went to shit the moment I met her.

“Well, I just overheard Raylee talking on the house phone—”

“Why was she on the house phone?” Finn wonders.

“Something about losing her cell.” He rolls his eyes, waving his hand in the air. “Anyway, she’s going to be there with Tatum. Thought we’d join them.”

Over my dead body will I allow her to go to his party without me there. I guess I can tolerate him for one night. Who am I to miss an opportunity to show everyone that she belongs to fucking me now? Especially the guy she lost her virginity to.

Five years ago

I pull up to my father’s house when my cell rings. “Hello?” I answer when I see it’s Alex.

“Hey, man. I got some gossip.”

He’s such a chick. “I’m sure it’s something I couldn’t care less about.”

“It’s about Raylee.”

I stop walking and spot her car in the driveway next to mine. My father bought her a car for her seventeenth birthday, and when he told her she could have anything, she picked out a white BMW. I almost rolled my eyes at her selection. She always beats me home. I have football practice after school. “I’m listening.”

“She fucked Mike last night at his party.”

My teeth grind. I told her not to go. Did she sneak out? No. I would have heard her. Someone would have texted me that she was there. “No, she didn’t—”

“She did. Well, she tried anyway. He stopped midway. Guess she started bleeding. He didn’t know she was a virgin and freaked out—”

I hang up on him and run through the six-car garage and into the house. I find her in the laundry room, sorting out laundry. She’s bent over at the dryer, both hands in a dirty clothes basket, tossing certain pieces of clothing into the open washer. She has a pair of white shorts on that read juicy across her ass in gold letters and a matching white crop top, showing me her flat stomach.

She doesn’t acknowledge me in any way while I stand here gawking at her. I’m a senior in high school, and she’s a junior. No guy at our school would dare ask her out. I have made sure of it. She and her mother have lived with us for over a year now. I have beat guys up at school. I have paid some to pretend to like her just to make her look foolish when they dump her in front of everyone. It’s childish, I know. But I don’t give a fuck. I’ve wanted her and couldn’t have her. So it was just easier to make sure that no one else would either.

But a virgin? I expected her to be somewhat experienced. Not innocent.

She finishes what she was doing and turns on the dryer and then the washer. Spinning around to leave, she finds me standing in the doorway, blocking her exit to the hallway. “What do you want, Colt?” she huffs.

“You let Mike fuck you?” I bark out, unable to mask my temper.

Raylee just rolls her eyes. “Who I choose to fuck is none of your business.” She goes to shove me out of the way, but I place my hand on her chest, pushing her back. “Get out of my way!” she snaps.

“Make me.”

Her fists hit my chest, catching me off guard, and I stumble back, but not enough to allow her to exit. I grab her wrists and slam her back into the wall, shoving her arms above her head and pinning them in place.

She’s glaring up at me, breathing heavily.

I cross her wrists to hold both in place with one hand. The other drops to her waist, and I place my hand on her warm skin, making her suck in a deep breath. “Did he make you come?” I ask.

Her body stiffens against mine at my question. Those crystal-blue eyes grow heated, and her lips part. I let go of her wrists, and her arms drop to her sides, but she makes no move to push me away. I keep my hand on her waist while the other cups her jaw. My thumb runs over her parted lips. “Tell me, princess, did you at least get off?”

“No,” she breathes.

“That’s good to know.”

Her eyes narrow once again, and she opens her mouth to curse me when I add, “That’s my job.”

She swallows, and I let my eyes drop to her heaving chest. My hand slides farther up to her rib cage. I dig my fingers into them as she begins to pant. “Colt, we can’t—”

“Of course, we can,” I interrupt her. “Beg me, princess.” Lowering my lips to her ear, I hear her intake of breath. She smells like strawberries and bananas. My cock is so fucking hard just thinking about her and me in my bed. It always is for her. But I haven’t made my move until now. “Beg me to make you come.”

“I … uh…” She stumbles over her words.

The thought of her being so inexperienced makes me smile. “You don’t have to be shy about it. Just say what you feel.” Pulling back, I run my thumb over her bottom lip. “Did he fuck your mouth?”

Her body trembles against mine as she gently shakes her head. I push my thumb between her parted lips just a little. Then I remove it, pulling on her bottom lip in the process. “I want to fuck your pretty face.”

Those crystal-blue eyes always glaring at me are anything but right now. They’re so big, trained on mine. I like it. She’s not dropping her eyes to the floor or pulling away. No. She wants me to make her my slut. I feel like I’ve wasted the past year of my life with her being in this house by not using her. “What do you say?” I ask. “I fuck your mouth and then your cunt until we figure out what you need to get off?” I’m not sure what she’ll like, but I’m willing to spend my entire night figuring it out.

“Okay,” she whispers, licking her lips.

I pull away, grab her hand, and drag her up to my room before she changes her mind.

“We’re going to Mike’s,” I say, pulling myself out of that memory.

In a way, it’s my fault how she turned out. I fucked her every way you could think of that next week. On the hood of her car out in the middle of nowhere. In the back seat of mine while in the driveway. In her bed and mine. The shower. Hell, the next day, she sucked my dick right there in the laundry room. You name it, we did it. She was addictive. The dirtier it got, the wetter her pussy was.

Alex nods. “Then it’s settled. I’ll call Jenks and let him know.”

RAYLEE

“HEY, MOM,” Isay, entering the kitchen back at her and Cliff’s house.

“What?” She spins around, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Hey, sweetie. Twice in one day? That’s a surprise.” She drops the cookbook she was holding and walks over to me, pulling me in for a big hug. “How are you feeling?”

“Better.” My arms hug her tighter. I’ve always been close with my mother. She was all I ever had.

Pulling away, she walks over and pulls a barstool out, and pats her hand on it. “Have a seat. I’m about to start making dinner.”

“Oh, I can’t stay. I realized I left my phone here earlier.” Of course, Colt had distracted me, and I forgot it upstairs. Pretty sure it’s still on my bathroom counter where I set it before I jumped in a quick shower after he gave me a wine and cum bath.

“Well, I’m glad you did. How are things going with Nate?” she digs. “I was hoping you’d bring him with you today. Cliff and I would like to meet him.”

Thank God she didn’t mention that at lunch; Colt would have jumped all over an opportunity to make a stab at me for that. “We broke up,” I tell her.

“Oh.” Her voice softens as if my statement just gave her a reason as to why I was acting strange today. “Well, you’ll meet the right one. It just takes time.”

“I know, Mom.” She’s a hopeless romantic at heart. My father treated her like shit. The best thing he ever did was leave us. I’m thankful he never tried to return. “I’m still in college.” I’m about to go into my senior year. The last thing I need is anything serious anyway. I’ve seen girls give up their entire future for a fucking dick. Yeah, I want to know how that works out for them five years down the road.

“Look at Cliff. It took a long time for me to meet him. But believe me, the wait was worth it.” She sighs dreamily, looking off into nothing. “Well, I can’t say that.” Correcting herself, she adds, “I wish I would have found him sooner for us. We’re lucky to have him and Colton in our lives.”

I roll my eyes and agree, hoping she doesn’t hear the sarcasm. “The luckiest.”

“Hey, babe—” Cliff enters the kitchen but cuts himself off when he spots me. “Raylee. This is a pleasant surprise.” He smiles at me.

For an older guy, Cliff is hot. He takes care of himself, works out, and eats healthy. He’s got that salt and pepper thing going on, over six foot tall with dark green eyes and a gorgeous smile. Just like his son. If I knew him in a different life, I’d totally fuck them both. At the same time. No questions asked.

“Don’t get too excited, dear. She just forgot her phone.” My mother laughs. “Who called you?” she asks as he places his cell in the pocket of his dress slacks.

“It was Colton.” He frowns. “I had called him earlier after he left about his car, but he didn’t answer. That was him calling me back.”

“What did he say is wrong with it?” she wonders, my mom, always concerned.

“He said it can’t be fixed.”

“What?” She laughs. “That’s silly. He paid a million dollars for that thing. What does he mean it can’t be fixed?”

Oh, so her good boy lied to them about how much his car cost? He probably doesn’t want his daddy to know how much of his trust fund he spent on it.

“I don’t know.” He sighs. “I offered to have it towed to a guy I know and have him look at it. Something has to be able to be done. He said no. That he had it taken care of.”

I snort, and they both look at me. Placing my hand on my chest, I fake cough. “Sorry, something is in my throat.”

“Here.” My mother opens the fridge door, which is made to look like a cabinet, and hands me a bottle of water. “Drink this. It’ll help.”

I don’t even open it.

“Well, if he says he has it handled …” she trails off, shrugging.

“Yeah.” He walks over to her and kisses her forehead. “I’m going to be in my study. I’ve got some work to do before dinner.”

“Okay.”

“Don’t be shy, Raylee.” He points at me. “Your mom is going crazy being here all by herself ever since you moved in with Colton and the guys.”

I bet. I’ve been living with him for three years now.

“Dinner will be ready in an hour,” my mom calls out to him as he walks down the hall.

“Well…” I push off the barstool. “I’m going to go upstairs and get my phone, and then I’m going to leave.”

“Sure you can’t join us for dinner?” Sticking her bottom lip out, she pouts, and I laugh.

“Not tonight. I’ve got plans.” Lie.

“Okay.” Walking over to me, she gives me another tight hug and whispers, “I love you.”

“Love you too, Mom.” Pulling away, I make my way upstairs and to the bathroom. My phone sits on the counter next to the sink with ten new texts and three missed calls. Tatum finally called our house earlier when I wasn’t answering my cell, worried about me. I still had it on silent from all the video notifications. Otherwise, I would have heard it ringing while Colt and I were up here earlier.

Three texts are from Nate. I don’t even open them. I’m sure there’s nothing he could possibly need to say to me that I would want to hear. I already know I’m a whore. Don’t need his reminder.

Exiting the bathroom, I stop and look down the hall to Colt’s old bedroom. I find myself walking over to it. Pushing the door open, I flip on the light.

He’s such a guy. Walls covered with football posters; shelves covered with sports memorabilia. He’s got pictures of him and the guys up on a poster board that Macey Johnson made him his senior year of high school. The girl was obsessed with him. They all were.

I walk over to his king-sized bed and sit on the side. It all started in this damn bedroom. My body came alive. It had been begging for what Colt made it feel.

I knew he hated me. He treated me like shit. But in here, things were different. I liked it. The hateful words he normally spewed at me sounded different when we were both naked. They felt just as cruel, but it was like he said it in a different language that only I could understand.

He wanted me.

He was hard for me.

He came for me.

Colt wasn’t a virgin. And let’s just say my first time wasn’t what I thought it would be. But isn’t it that way for most girls? Colt made my second time mind-blowing. And the third. And the fourth. Fuck, it was so good that I had aftershocks. Fucking tremors.

Lying back on the bed, I fan out my arms and close my eyes, remembering that day like it was yesterday. Not five years ago.

We crash through his bedroom door, and he pulls me to a stop. “Get undressed,” he orders.

I pull the crop top up and over my head and toss it to the side. Then I shove the Juicy shorts down my legs along with my underwear. When I stand to my full height, I realize he’s leaning up against his now closed door. Still dressed.

My heartbeat accelerates, and I place my hands over my chest. Panic turns my stomach. This was a prank. His friends are going to jump out and laugh at me. Maybe even take pictures of me.

He hates me. Has never been nice to me or shown any sexual interest in me. Why would he now? Stupid Raylee. I always told myself I’d never be one of those girls, yet here I am. Tears sting my eyes and I lower them to my bare feet.

Deciding to run for it, I try to get out of his room but he’s blocking the door. “What’s wrong, princess?” he asks in that condescending tone.

Princess isn’t a term of endearment. It’s a nickname he’s given me to belittle me. And I hate it.

“Let me out.” I sniff, head still down, now looking at his tennis shoes. My room is just down the hall, but no one is home. And the maids won’t be here until tomorrow.

Placing his hand under my chin, he lifts it, forcing me to look up at him. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“But—”

“I’m going to fuck that pretty face, remember?” His voice is soft, almost loving. His green eyes search mine before dropping to my lips. “You’re going to be a good slut for me.”

I whimper, my thighs tightening. Why do those words turn me on? I can feel the wetness running down my legs. It’s wrong. We’re taught not to be objectified. To have self-respect. Know our worth and demand more than that. So why does my body react in a way that it shouldn’t?

“Don’t cry.” His free hand comes up and cups my face. “Not yet anyway. I haven’t even gotten started.”

“Colt,” I whisper his name, my body trembling. He can probably hear my heart pounding in my chest.

Leaning in, I stay rooted to my spot, and he gets close enough that he licks up my cheek, tasting my tears. My body breaks out in goose bumps, making me shiver.

“Get on your knees, princess. Show me how pretty you are when you beg.” His hand grips my hair, and he yanks my head back, making me cry out. His free hand grips my neck, holding me in place, and I think my legs are about to give out. “Beg me to fuck this pretty mouth like the slut that you are.”

Fresh tears sting my eyes at his words. I’m not supposed to be turned on by this. I’m not supposed to want him. But I can’t explain this need to submit to him. To be his slut.

He lets go of me and takes a step back. Leaning against the door, he crosses his arms and his ankles. His green eyes stare at me expectantly, waiting for me to give him what he wants.

Taking in a deep breath, I fall to my trembling knees, naked in the middle of his bedroom, and look up at him. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I manage to get out the single word. “Please?”

He gives a rough laugh. “Oh, I’ve got a lot of work to do.”

His words piss me off. My eyes narrow on him, and I stand on my shaky legs. Walking over to him, I lift my chin. “Know what, Colt? Fuck you!”

A wide smile spreads across his face, making his green eyes light up with pleasure. He’s enjoying this. Playing with my emotions. I can’t tell if he wants me to cry my eyes out or slap him across the face at this point.

It makes me question everything about him. His motives for what he said to me downstairs in the laundry room. Why he brought me up here. His interest in me is giving me whiplash.

“Move,” I demand, placing my hands on my naked hips. “Now.”

He shakes his head slightly, making a tsking sound. “Oh, princess, princess—”

“Quit calling me that,” I shout, my hand coming up to slap him.

His head snaps to the side, and I place my hands over my mouth, gasping. Time seems to stand still. I’ve never hit anyone. God, how I’ve wanted to do that to him a million times, but I didn’t dare do it.

Panic knots my stomach, and I know I have to do something. “Colt, I’m—”

He reaches out and grabs a handful of my hair, cutting off my apology, and drags me across his bedroom.

“Colt!” I scream his name, trying to fight him off. But he’s too strong, and I can’t reach behind me to shove him away. He bends me over the side of his bed, pressing me facedown into the mattress. He stands behind me, bending over as well, pinning me under him. “Co … lt,” I whimper, my hands now digging into his comforter, trying to push myself up, but he’s on top of me. “Please.” I gasp, tears stinging my eyes. He’s still got a hold of my hair, and he’s holding on so tight it stings. “Please.” I sniff as they spill over my bottom lashes and run down my face. “I’m sorry.” I lick my wet lips. “I’m sorry … please …”

Letting go of my hair, he gently brushes it off the side of my face, and I begin to sob underneath him. My mind is trying to understand why my pussy is wet and begins to throb when I feel his hard dick against my lower back.

“See, princess.” He slides his hand to wrap around my throat and grips my chin, holding my head in place and lowering his lips to my ear, whispering, “You’re learning already.”

My eyes spring open, and I sit up, looking around his bedroom. I learned a lot in this room. Our parents were out of town for three days. He spent that entire time pushing my body in ways that I didn’t even know existed.

Then, when they returned, he was back to the dick he always was, in the language that everyone else understood. Like I never crawled across this floor, drool running from my mouth, begging him to fuck me in ways that made me disgusted with myself.

It got worse after that. Thankfully, he never looked at me while at school. Actually, school was my only safe place. The only friend I had there was Tatum. Colt hated that too. She’s Alex’s little sister. So wherever she was, I was.

Getting up, I turn off the light and shut the door, forgetting that I ever gave Colton Knox anything but satisfaction for being his slut.

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WALKING INTO OURhouse, I listen and soak in the silence. Which is odd for a Saturday night. Maybe the guys went out to a party or something. Who knows? I don’t keep tabs on Colt. He does whatever the fuck he wants with whoever he wants.

Deciding I need a drink, I go to the wine cellar that’s off to the right from the garage. It’s large enough to be a fucking bedroom. Why he thought he needed a house this massive is beyond me.

Pulling a bottle of wine down, I pop the cork and grab a glass from one of the cabinets. Pouring the wine into the glass, I accidentally fill it all way to the rim. Thoughts of pouring it over my naked body and sending a picture of it to Colt does cross my mind. The shock factor alone would be worth it. I’ve never sent him pictures of myself. Hell, we don’t even text or call one another. But I guess I don’t need to when he’s got fucking videos of me on his phone.

My cell ringing in my pocket has me pulling it out. “Hey?” I ask when I see it’s Tatum.

“You found it.”

“Yep.” I go to take a drink, but it’s too full. So I lean over and slurp it off the top.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“Getting my drink on. Want to join me?”

She sighs heavily, letting me know she’s fighting with Billy. “The house is quiet, which can only mean the guys are somewhere else fucking shit up tonight. Come over. We can have a sleepover. Scary movie and drinks on me.”

Her laughter grows. “You twisted my arm. I’ll be there in ten.”

“See you then.” I hang up and pocket my cell. Then I turn and look over the wine bottles, trying to think how I’m going to get four bottles upstairs to my room without having to make several trips.