Filed to story: The LORDS Series Free PDF by Shantel Tessier
“Because you’re the one who set it on fire,” he states, his light brown eyes narrowing at the accusation.
“Colt told you that?” What a little tattletale.
“He didn’t have to.” He takes a step toward me. “What did he do to you?”
“Nothing.” I shrug.
“You’re lying.” His jaw sharpens. “What the fuck did he do, Ray? I’ll go beat his fucking ass if he hurt you…”
“Calm down.” I walk over to him and place my hands on his chest, but he pulls away from me.
“Calm down?” he repeats. “You set his car on fire. Do you not understand how crazy that was? Your mother is going to kill you.”
I smile. “No, she won’t.” Colt won’t tell her that it was me because then he’d have to explain why I did it in the first place. He’ll make sure that no video is posted of what I did tonight. He has to keep up his good boy status with her because it’s a part of his sick game with me. “You’re worrying too much.” I untuck his button-up; my adrenaline is pumping. My body is on fire, my pussy pulsating. I’m horny as fuck right now.
“Ray,” he growls my name, swatting my hands away.
“What are you doing here?” I ask again.
He pulls away from me and pats down the pockets of his slacks, sighing. “After you dropped me off at home, I tried to call you but realized I don’t have my cell. Did I leave it in your car?”
“No. You had it in your hand when you got out.” Lie. I took it.
He runs a hand down his face. “I looked everywhere and couldn’t find it. The last time I remember having it was when the movie was over. I had turned the ringer back on. I’m going to go look, just in case.” Turning, he gives me his back.
I reach out and grab the back of his shirt. Spinning him around to face me, I wrap my arms around his neck. “I can think of something better you can do now that you’re here.”
I’m not stupid. He’s going to see the video that Colt plastered all over the internet, but I’d like to postpone it for as long as I can. Not because I give a fuck about Nate, but because I don’t want to give Colt the satisfaction of winning.
He pulls his face back, his light brown eyes dropping to my lips. “Are you high? You smell like weed.”
Fuck. “Tatum was smoking. I tried it.” I used to smoke back in high school, but he doesn’t know that.
“Since when did you start smoking?”
I shrug. “It was just one hit.” The thought of Nate coming here to look for his phone never crossed my mind. Otherwise, I would have chosen something else for my revenge. Or waited until another night.
“Raylee.” He glares down at me. “What the fuck is going on?”
“Nothing. I swear.”
He looks like he wants to argue, but instead, he reaches down, grips my bare thighs, and lifts me. I wrap my legs around his waist and allow him to carry me to my bed. I need a good fuck after the night I’ve had. And his dick is better than my vibrator.
Dropping me on the bed, he undoes my jean shorts, and I lift my ass so he can wiggle them down along with my thong. While he’s undoing his slacks, I lift my shirt up and over my head and unfasten my bra. I lie back down, and he’s hurrying to put a condom on his dick, which means he doesn’t want me to suck it. I frown because I love doing that.
Once it’s on, he’s on top of me. His tongue is shoved down my throat, and I swallow the spit that comes along with his messy kiss. His hand goes between my legs, and I spread them for easier access. Gripping his dick, he pushes inside me. The thing about Nate is that he has a pretty decent-sized cock. He just doesn’t know how to use it. Not for me anyway. I close my eyes, trying to think of something that will get me off.
My body needs a lot. The main thing for me is the foreplay. I like my sex rough and dirty. Tie me down and make me beg to suck you off. Spit on me, humiliate me. Hell, slap me around and call me your filthy slut. I promise, my body likes it. I’ve done my research, and a few cases say that kinks can be brought on by childhood trauma, but that’s not the case with me.
I’ve told Nate what I like, and although he wasn’t disgusted by it, he also didn’t want to do it that way. He’s not into that kind of stuff.
“Oh, god, baby.” He groans in my ear when his hips start to move.
I run my nails down his back, and he hisses in a breath.
“Not so rough, Ray,” he whines.
I want to roll my eyes. “Stop,” I say with my hand on his chest.
“I thought you wanted to have sex.” He frowns.
See, that was a perfect opportunity for him to slap me across the face and tell me to shut the fuck up. That’s what Colt would have done. Nate’s question alone just ruined it for me. But I can’t stop now. I just need a better position. “I do. Let me roll over.” I push on his chest some more to sit up. I manage to turn over underneath him and push my ass up in the air.
Order me to get on all fours and slap my pussy while you spit on it, my mind yells. But he’s already worried about me and my recent pyro show. I don’t want to scare him more.
I feel him push into me again, and he lays his chest on top of my back, pinning me underneath him. Okay, that’s a little better.
“That’s it, Ray.” He pulls my hair off my shoulder, and just when I think he’s going to wrap it around his fist, he pushes it to the side and gives my shoulder tender kisses. I refrain from sighing. Instead, I close my eyes and imagine that Colt is hovering over me, his hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air while he fucks my ass and calls me his pretty little slut.
The motherfucker has officially ruined any chance I could have at a good sex life.
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ROLLING OVER, I open my eyes to see Nate passed out in my bed. It’s still dark outside. Getting up, I pull on a T-shirt and pair of cotton shorts and make my way down the hallway to the stairs, having to pass Colt’s room and hearing a woman’s voice.
“Colt! Yes … Fuck, yeah-“
I twist the knob to find it unlocked and smile to myself before I shove it open. “Can you gag her? Not everyone wants to listen to your fake porn shit.”
I see the irony in my statement, considering I was faking it with Nate just a few hours ago.
He’s got his lights on, making it bright as fuck, giving me a clear view of Amy on top of him naked. Thankfully her back is toward me, so I don’t have to see her tits. She throws her head back, laughing at what I said.
Colt is propped up against his headboard. His narrowed eyes meet mine for a brief second, then the corners of his lips turn up into a smirk. He lifts his hands, lacing his fingers behind his head, causing the muscles in his arms to flex at the motion. My eyes run over his smooth, defined chest, and I imagine pushing her to the side and showing her how it’s done. Colt doesn’t like to be on bottom. No, he prefers to be on top, holding you down while you beg for your life.
“Why don’t you join us, princess?” he offers, and his green eyes drop to my shorts.
I snort at the thought. “No thanks.” Then I slam the door shut and finish making my way downstairs, needing a drink of water. That weed that I smoked made my mouth dry. The party is obviously over, but there are still bodies passed out here and there. There’s not much of a mess. If Colton Remington Knox has a party, you throw your shit away. No one leaves this house without cleaning up somewhat.
Grabbing a bottle of water out of the fridge, I make my way back up to my room, but I decide to make a detour and shower. My hair smells like smoke, and it’s making me want to vomit.
Colt and I are the only two who have bedrooms on the second floor. Of course, he has the master bedroom with the en suite bathroom. He paid millions for this house after he graduated high school. Well, I guess I should say the trust fund money he got paid for it. His mother died when he was young, and he received a big lump sum of cash after graduation.
The guys moved in with him immediately. Alex and Jenks are on the first floor on the other side of the house. Finn has the third floor to himself.
My bedroom also has an en suite bathroom. But what’s so nice about it is that you can also enter it from the hallway, so guests don’t have to walk through my room if I don’t want them to. Not like anyone would ever need to use mine. The house has like twelve fucking bathrooms.
Entering my bathroom, I get a towel out of the linen closet and hang it on the hook, then remove my shirt and shorts along with my underwear and step in to turn on the shower. I let the water heat while I go over to the double sinks to brush my teeth, trying to get rid of this god-awful lingering taste of weed.
I don’t even smoke. Not anymore. It was my thing in high school. I hope the fucker noticed it was his. I had been in his room a few weeks ago while he was at work with his daddy, and I found it hidden in the back of his closet. I knew it’d come in handy eventually.
Rinsing my mouth out, I open the glass shower door and step inside, letting the hot water burn my skin. Closing my eyes, I stand under the sprayer and lean my head back, wetting my hair.
Thoughts of the video play in my head, and I think of drowning him in the pool in the backyard. How dare he record that. How dare he fucking share that. What was his goal? Why now? Why tonight?
I hate him for it, but my pussy tightens on its own just thinking about that night.