From what I can see, she’s not hiding a phone anywhere. “You won’t need your purse.” I smirk at her. “Or your clothes. You can borrow mine.”
Her white brows furl together, but I don’t give her a chance to think. I grab her delicate wrist and haul her behind me. Shockingly, she goes without a fight. I’m not a fool to think it’s because she’s scared or weak. She’s interested. Curious. Eager for me to show her my world. Her dad might be the sheriff, but tonight I’m the authority. Tonight she answers to me.
We push through the crowd, me dragging her behind, with Blane pulling up the rear. I notice my dad physically restraining my mother against the wall as he ravishes her neck. Mom has issues, but it doesn’t give Deanna a fucking right to blab that shit to the whole school. For her constant shit-talking about my family, she will pay.
I take Hope down a hallway and then push into my bedroom. It’s immaculate. I hate disorder. Cannot exist if my space is in chaos. Everything is exactly as it should be. As soon as we step inside, I nod my head to Blane.
“Eyes on D. Meet outside in an hour. You know what to do.”
He gives me a fist bump before leaving on a mission to get Deanna drunk as fuck. I close the door behind him and flip the lock. I watch Hope to see if she flinches. I should have known she wouldn’t. Not her. She’s an albino and a cop’s kid. It takes a lot more than my bedroom to scare the shit out of her.
Her eyes are on me as I walk over to my dresser. I pull out a black hoodie from one drawer and then a pair of black track pants in another before tossing them on my made bed.
She walks over to the bed and bends slightly, baring her curved ass to me. My dick takes fucking note against my will. I’ve conditioned myself to hate her for so long, my body is going into shock as it wars with my mind.
“Land…” she trails off and turns to look at me, an accusatory glint in her dark blue eyes. “Why are you such an asshole?”
I stare at her and then bark out a harsh laugh. “Are you dumb or do you like poking a hungry lion?”
Her long finger points at me and then she boldly presses it to my chest. “Poking is fun.”
My dick agrees.
I grip her wrist and drag it down my chest and along my abs over my shirt, bringing her curious hand to where she’s free to play. She lets out a gasp but then makes me groan when she freely touches me.
“Hope,” I growl out, my body thrumming with the need to push her down onto the bed and…take.
“Let me see your face.”
I shake my head. “Get dressed.”
“Land,” she murmurs, her white lashes fluttering against her ghastly cheeks as she rubs my hard-as-stone dick with her small hand. “I want to see you. If I’m going to be a co-conspirator tonight, let me have that.”
Her voice is velvet. White chocolate. Sweet and rich. I want to lick her words right out of her mouth.
This.
This is why she’s never been allowed to step through these walls.
With my hand still gripping her wrist, I use my other to pull off my mask. She catches her bottom lip with her two big teeth, making her seem every bit the rabbit she is. It makes me wonder if those teeth would drag along the sensitive flesh of my dick as she sucked on my cock like it was a juicy carrot. Would she draw blood with her teeth? Would my blood stain her perfect white skin?
“You seem disappointed.” Because she’s different and you know it.
“Not disappointed. Just taking it all in.”
“Me.”
“You.” She licks her lips.
I cock my head to the side and tilt my head back some, giving her more angles to drink in since she looks so fucking thirsty. Her hand continues to tease my dick, but her other lifts to delicately brush along my Adam’s apple. She’s so soft, just as I knew. Everywhere I’ve touched her tonight feels like silk. Hope is an angel in a devil’s lair. She doesn’t belong here. I tried to keep her away. Every day for years, I tried.
“You should have just put my clothes on,” I growl, anger seeping into my tone. “You had to go and ruin everything.” Ruin you, White Rabbit.
Her nostrils flare. “Ruin what? The hateful shit you constantly spewed my way? The way you treated me like a leper…so they would too.” Her pale eyelids turn pink as tears pool on them, wetting her lashes and darkening them. “You ruined everything the moment you called me White Rabbit. So excuse me if I don’t understand how my being here could have possibly ruined anything for—”