CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER SEVEN

COLTON

I GRIP HER upper arm and yank her out of the living room.

“Hey—” she protests, trying to dig her heels into the floor, but I drag her into a nearby room and shove her in, slamming the door shut behind me and flipping on the light. “What the fuck are you doing?” she demands, whirling around on me.

“What in the fuck are you doing?” I growl.

“Trying to leave, but since that’s not happening…” She lifts the red Solo cup to her mouth and takes a big gulp.

“No, with Nate. What the fuck were you doing with Nate?” I came thinking Mike would give her shit, but I overheard a few guys talking out back by the pool when we first arrived that he wasn’t going to be here tonight. Then when I saw her talking to Nate, it pissed me off. He showed his true colors after he watched the video. He no longer gets to be around her. Which is why I released it in the first place—to run him off. I’m not letting him get close again. Not in the way he’d like anyway.

She had been ignoring his texts. Did she talk to him today? “Did you come here with him?” I demand. I saw him touch her, and I didn’t like it one fucking bit. I couldn’t hear what they were saying from across the room with the loud music, but she didn’t seem very happy with him. When I asked Mitch what the fuck was going on between them, he said she had acted surprised to see Nate here. But that still doesn’t explain why he was dragging her out of the living room and where the fuck they were going.

She places one hand on her hip and takes another drink from her Solo cup, obviously going to ignore my question.

I rip it from her hand, making some spill down the front of her dress, and set it on the dresser to my right.

“Hey, I was drinking that,” she protests. “What’s wrong, Colt? Are you jealous?” Her red lips turn up in the corners before she starts laughing at the stupid accusation.

I grab her dress and yank her to me. Spinning her around, I shove her back into the wall next to the closed door. Our faces are so close that if I stuck my tongue out, I could lick the liquor off her chin that I spilled. “Goddamn right, I’m jealous,” I growl.

Her laughter dies down, and her lips part on a sharp intake of breath.

My eyes roam all over her perfect face. She reminds me of a doll. Slender neck, defined jaw with a petite heart-shaped face, and those crystal-blue eyes that make me weak in the knees any time I look at them. Fuck, my cock is hard just thinking about making her face dirty. She’s got a lot of makeup on tonight. Her lips painted that signature red color that looks so good smeared around my cock. Her eyes are lined in thick black liner with matching mascara. I imagine smearing my cum all over it, watching it all run down her face while she gasps for air.

“Are you going to make me prove a point, princess?” I ask, getting back on track. I’ll get what I want. Very soon.

She licks her lips, her brows pulling together in confusion. “A point?”

Cute.“Yeah, that you belong to me.” No matter who she’s brought home—Raylee Adams belongs to me. She always has. From the moment she stepped into my father’s house, I claimed her.

She swallows nervously, her hands coming up and gripping my forearms as I keep her pinned to the wall, biding my time. I need to get her worked up. As if she’s not already. I saw the way she looked at me across the living room. Raylee can be a bitch, but she’s also very readable. I know every little sound that mouth can make. I know every move her body has. And I know just how to make her beg for me.

“Maybe that’s what you want?” I question, breaking her silence. She’s scared and unsure how to react to me right now. Good. I like to keep her guessing. “To prove to everyone here that you’re mine.”

I barely hear her argument. “No.” The single word makes her body tremble against mine.

“I think so.” I reach up and run my hand through her soft curls. She wore it how I like it. All down and in big waves. It tangles easier when she’s got product in it. I love to mess it up. “I already have an idea on how to do that.”

“Id-idea?” She shifts from foot to foot.

“I’ll put a collar around your neck.” My eyes drop to it and see her swallow nervously. “And I’ll lead you around this party by a leash.” She whimpers, closing her eyes, and I watch her dark lashes fan her cheeks. “Naked, on all fours with your face covered in my spit and my cum dripping out of your cunt.”

Her eyes spring open and are wide, lips parting on a small gasp, looking shocked by what I just said. Nothing should surprise her, and by the way she presses her hips into mine, I know she’s visualizing it right now.

I let go of her hair and run my knuckles down over her neck, feeling her pulse racing. My girl is all worked up now. Just as I expected, it didn’t take much. “Is that what you want, princess? Want me to humiliate you in front of everyone?”

She doesn’t answer. Her wide eyes just search mine while her breathing picks up. She knows I’m not joking. I never do when it comes to Raylee.

“See…” I drop my hands to the hem of her short dress. Slowly, I pull it up, letting my knuckles graze her skin in the process. Once it gets to her waist, I let go and push her thong to the side, running my fingers over her pussy. She’s wet and makes no attempt to stop me. “I think you want me to degrade you and show them what a filthy slut you are.” I had Finn shorten that video before posting it online. It was only ten seconds long of her on her knees in the formal dining room sucking my dick. These men and women here have no idea just how dirty she likes it.

“Colt,” she whimpers my name, her heavy eyes falling shut once again.

I push a finger into her. “You’ll be unsatisfied, of course. Because I want them to watch you beg me to get you off. I want them to watch you cry, let them see how desperate you get…” I pause, slipping a second finger into her. I feel her knees start to buckle, and I wrap my free hand around her throat to help hold her up against the wall. “When your body is desperate for a release.”

“Please,” she begs, her voice trembling like her body while her hips start to gently rock against my hand.

“Please what, princess?” My thumb runs over her clit just slightly, knowing she wants me to play with it.

Her hands come up to my jeans, and she fumbles with the zipper. I smile in victory, removing my hand from between her legs, forcing a growl of frustration from her lips. “Please fuck me—”

She’s interrupted by the door opening beside us. Alex pops his head in and winks at me. “Ready.”

I nod. “We’ll be right there.”

Closing the door behind him, he leaves us alone once again.

She sags against the wall, now panting and all worked up. Ready to be fucked.

Reaching out, I pick up her drink that I placed on the dresser to my left and hold it up to her lips. “Drink up,” I order, pressing it to her lips.

She tilts her head back, and I force her to drink all of it. Some runs down the sides of her mouth, but her throat works while she swallows. Once I hear it’s gone, I toss the cup to the side, and she’s gasping for air.

I push some blond strands back from her perfectly dolled-up face. Leaning in, I lick up her neck, tasting the pineapple juice and Malibu Rum that missed her mouth. “Remember what you just begged for, princess. Because you’re going to get it.” Then I yank her dress back down and grab her arm, pulling her out of the room.

RAYLEE

MY EYES DARTaround the hallways and rooms while I allow Colt to drag me through the party. My heart hammers in my chest, and I can’t catch my breath. My underwear is soaked, and I can feel a breeze on my ass where he didn’t pull my dress down far enough.

He wants to humiliate me in front of all these people. I like the fact that I am not responsible. It turns me on to know that I’m just an object, and I have no obligation to try to keep up appearances. I’m no longer Raylee Lexington Adams. I’m just his—Colt’s slut. I enjoy the place he drags me to when I cry and beg him for any kind of pleasure.

If anyone knew how I really felt, they’d probably put me in therapy. Or a padded room in a straitjacket.

I always had this desire to be owned. Some people would call that lack of self-respect. I say fuck them. It’s not a crime to be a sexual person. Smokers crave a cigarette. Druggies crave their next fix. And me? I crave dick. It just so happens to be my stepbrother’s. No one else has ever treated me like he does. Or gotten me off like him. I swear, the guy could train my body to come at the sound of a single word if he wanted to. But that wouldn’t be any fun for him. He’d never want it to be that easy for me. It’s frustrating, to say the least.

“MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT” by Elley Duhé plays as he brings me through the living room and blood starts rushing in my ears. This is it. He’s going to make me undress in front of all these people, get on all fours, and parade me around like a show dog. The thought makes my thighs tighten.

No one pays any attention to us as he leads me to the other side of the living room and out a back door. I look around to see people jumping in the pool. Some sitting in lawn chairs. There’s a firepit where others are roasting marshmallows.

He takes me across the backyard, and I see the in-law suite. I stumble over my heels, but he keeps me upright. Shit, is it the alcohol or because I’m nervous? Maybe both.

“Colt, what are we doing out here?” I ask softly. “That’s Mike’s house,” I tell him as if he doesn’t already know.

Mike has been in trouble for the past few years. He didn’t even graduate from Barrington. He made it to his junior year with Colt and the guys and then got kicked out. His parents made him move into the in-law suite that sits on the back of their property when they found out about it.

“Colt?” He doesn’t answer me. “We shouldn’t be out here.” No one is allowed out here when the twins throw a party. Everyone knows it’s off-limits and always has been. Even back when we were in high school.

We reach the front door, and he turns the knob before pushing me inside. I immediately turn around and go to exit but run right into Colt, making me squeal in surprise.

“Shh.” He wraps his arms around me, holding me to his chest.

My hands dig into the soft material of his T-shirt, knowing I can’t escape this. He’s made up his mind. He wants to humiliate me, and this is how he plans to do it. I don’t get to choose how he makes me his slut. And the biggest part of me likes that. That’s what turns me on—having no choice.

After gently kissing my hair, Colt pries himself away from me and grabs my hand, then he turns me to face our audience.

I look over the house. I’ve never been in here before. There are not many decorations. White walls with white leather furniture. Light gray tiled floor. It’s got an open kitchen area to the left. But other than that, it’s more of a mancave.

Back in the right corner is a bed with one nightstand and a dresser. A pool table sits to the right with a dartboard on the wall and a set of stairs that leads to a loft. But it looks unfinished right now. The construction equipment that lays around confirms my thoughts.

Once I’ve looked at everything else in the room, my eyes finally fall to the guests. Alex stands with his arms crossed over his chest and his eyes on mine. Finn stands next to him, playing with his damn knife. Jenks stands to the far left of them, typing away on his phone. And then my eyes fall on the chair between them. Nate sits in it. He’s glaring at me.

I feel hands on my shoulders, and I jump.

“Calm down, princess.” Colt leans down and kisses my cheek. “Nate here has been talking about you tonight.”

“What was he saying?” Frowning, I ask Colt as if Nate isn’t right in front of me.

“That you’re a fucking whore,” Nate snaps. He goes to get out of the chair, but Alex grips his hair and forces him back down into the seat, making a growl come from his pursed lips. I realize his hands are behind his back when he shakes his upper body, trying to get loose with no success. They must have restrained him.

“I … I don’t understand,” I say, my hands shaking. “You were just trying to force me to leave with you.” I take a step closer to Nate.

Colt’s body stiffens. “He was?”

I nod, swallowing. “Yes. He grabbed my arm.” I hold it out, and just as I expected, there’s already a bruise forming where Nate had ahold of it. “He was trying to drag me out of the house. Said that we were leaving together.”

“That’s … interesting.” Colt gives a laugh that holds no humor.

“She’s lying!” Nate yells. “You’re going to believe her? She’s a fucking liar.”

Colt snorts, and his eyes meet mine. “Raylee is a lot of things, but she doesn’t lie. Do you, princess?”

I shake my head. “Why would I lie about that? I’ve been ignoring you. I told you it was over and that I want nothing to do with you.”

Nate shakes his head quickly and looks over at Colt. “She begged me. Begged me to take her home—”

Alex punches Nate in the side of his face, shutting him up. “I’ve heard enough of that,” he states, rubbing his knuckles.

Colt arches a brow at me, and I shake my head. The need to explain myself has me licking my lips nervously. “That’s not true. I never …”

Reaching up, he wraps his hand around my neck, and I trail off. His green eyes search mine before he smiles. “I know he’s lying.”

I let out a shaky breath. I’m not sure why I care that Colt believes me. Maybe it’s more the fact of him not believing Nate.

Colt tilts his head to the side in thought. “I think he’s just confused. What do you think, boys?”

“Definitely,” Finn agrees.

“He’s obviously never seen her beg,” Alex adds, making Jenks and Finn laugh.

“Let’s show him.” Colt releases my neck and steps back from me.

His words make my stomach turn in the best way. I hate that it excites me. This is wrong. I shake my head. “We shouldn’t—”

“Come here,” Colt orders, and his voice seems to boom through the quiet, little house. He’s now standing by the couch across from the chair where Nate sits and the others stand.

My pussy tightens at the command in his voice. All business. He knows I can’t deny that. Fuck, I hate him so much. Tears prick my eyes that he puts me in these situations that I crave. Why can’t another guy do this? Why couldn’t Nate have been this way? Or any other man on this planet, for that matter?

“Don’t make me say it again, princess,” Colt warns.

My feet move on their own, walking over a plush white rug to stand in front of him. My head hangs low, staring at the black heels I chose to wear tonight. I almost wore tennis shoes, thinking that my feet would hurt. Little did I know they’d be the least of my worries.

He puts his finger under my chin and lifts my head to where I must look up at him. A single tear runs down my cheek.

“Crying already?” he asks with a smirk on his lips. My hands itch to slap his pretty-boy face.

He said he’d make me a sobbing mess, begging for a release. I believed every word he had said. Maybe this was his plan all along. I thought he meant in front of everyone at the party, but he meant in front of my ex.

Reaching out, he grips my chin. His fingers dig into my skin, forcing a whimper from my parted lips. Holding me in place, he lowers his face to mine. “I love it when you cry,” he whispers before running the tip of his tongue along my face, tasting my tear that had just fallen. “It makes my cock hard.”

My eyes fall shut, and the room feels like it’s tilting. The last drink Colt made me down must be hitting me. About time.

I feel his hot breath on my face as he moves to my ear. He starts nibbling on it, forcing a shiver out of me. “What are you, princess?” he growls in my ear.

“Your slut,” I answer breathlessly, so easily falling into that role that he’s taught me to crave.

“And what are you going to do for me?” His lips trail down to my neck as he tilts my head to the side by my chin.

“Anything,” I respond desperately.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, and my legs tremble at the thought of pleasing him.

I love when he calls me that almost as much as his slut.

He pulls away and lets go of me, making me feel cold. Before he walks off, he commands, “Get undressed and sit on the couch.”