Chapter 12
He’s pent–up and I like seeing 1m unravel while the flames in the feplace cast dancing shadows over his mask.
I almost want to kick the table out of the way, cage him in with my leads down a dangerous path of grabbing him through his jeans and
Jesus, fuck
ms, and ask him why he’s so wound up. But that thought soon queezing his hard dick.
I help myself to another beer, needing something to cool me off before I do something stupid, like offer him up my power on a silver plate.
Clenching my jaw, I glare at him as I press the bottleneck to my lips
Tonight, your power is mine, fucker. When I’m done with you, you’lling to my tune.
Fancy trying to fuck with me.
I think not.
No one threatens me.
The cool liquid slides down my throat, and I see my opening to put my plan into place when Cole rises to his feet.
Rounding the couch, he heads in the direction of the toilets.
Samson kneels beside me, almost falling over the back of the couch as he talks to Keith behind us.
With a final glance around the crowded room to ensure no one is paying attention, I drag the crate of beers closer, then kick my leg out and pull the packet of pills from my pocket. I quickly crush them with a beer can and pop the lid on three bottles, pouring equal amounts into each.
My plan tonight requires more than one sacrifice. I’ve thought about it, asking myself if it’s worth it.
Yes, it is.
I’ll happily burn down the world and everyone in it to watch Cole squirm like a worm on my hook.
A smirk spreads across my lips as Cole returns. He flops onto the couch, picks up a beer, and kicks his boot up on the table.
I glance around the room while he drinks his alcohol. For this to work, I need Mia and Allie to return.
Once I spot her dancing in the crowd, I quirk a finger in her direction, pleased when she drags Allie back.
When she falls onto my lap, her mask halfway up her face, I’m ready for her.
Kissing her soft lips, I hand her the beer. “You must be thirsty, babe.*
“You have no idea.” She smiles, pecking me on the mouth again before she inhales the cold alcohol.
Satisfaction warms my veins as her throat jumps and beer trickles down her chin. I steady her hand, not wanting her to waste it.
Across from us, Allie drinks her beer too. I cock my head to the side, watching her creamy thighs part slightly as she shifts on Cole’s
lap.
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I’ve never considered fucking her before, but she looks so damn tempting tonight, even more so because she belongs to Cole. I’m developing a taste for his…toys.
The night wears on. More crates of beer appear. Thirty minutes later pull Mia to her feet, hauling her against me. Vanilla and coconut swirl around me, warm and spicy, I devour her lips, tasting the alcohol on her tongue.
She’s wasted.
Fucking perfect.
Samson and Keith are nowhere in sight.
Whispering in Mia’s car, 1 quirk a brow at Cole as she runs over to Allie and pulls her to her feet.
“We should explore the mansion.”
Giggling, they sway, barely staying upright. Allie drags Cole to his feet, and he comes willingly, shaking his head to clear the haze.
His eyes are glassy, and he is unable to focus. In other words, he’s fucked.
How poetic.
I grab the back of his damp neck, shoving him forward. “You want to play, brother. Let’s go.“,
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