Her eyes go to my shirt on my bed and then back to mine. I watch her anger toward me build in them for every second I just stand here, letting the silence linger between us. She hates me so fucking much. I want to wrap my hand around her elegant neck and demand she tell me why she’s here in my room. Is she trying to prove to me that she isn’t Becky?
What is it that she wants from me? Whatever it is, she isn’t going to get it.
I walk over to her, and she squares her shoulders, preparing herself for whatever I’m about to throw at her. “How are you better?” I press my body into hers again, and of course, my cock is hard. But it’s not her, it’s the game. I get off on fucking with people. The challenge.
Right.
I lower my lips to her ear. She stands perfectly still with her hands hanging down by her side. “Can you lie on your back longer?” My right hand grips her hair and yanks her head back. It hits the wall with a thud. Becky was made to be loved. She may have been a whore, but she needed to feel like she meant something—cherished. She didn’t like a hand around her throat or to be spoken to like a cheap fuck. Demi is going to be the same way.
Little Miss Priss wants a prince to save her, but this monster will rip her apart. It’s hard to smile when you no longer have a pretty face. Ever heard of the saying beauty is only skin deep? Rip Demi of her expensive name-brand makeup and fake tan, and she’ll shatter every mirror she comes into contact with because she won’t be able to stand the sight of herself.
Her eyes fall closed. Long, dark lashes fanning her cheeks. When they open, she looks up at me and sighs my name. “Deke …”
I hate how it makes my hard cock twitch with longing. Just as it does when her sister says it. “Can you spread your fucking legs farther?” My left hand comes up, and I run a finger over her parted lips, and I lick my own, still tasting our kiss. She tasted sweet like honey. I wonder if her pussy tastes as good. Her breath quickens. “Can you suck my dick harder?”
Her eyes narrow on mine. “Yes.”
Fuck, I’d love to shove her to her knees right here and now and have her show me. But I don’t plan on touching Demi. Ever.
I smirk and pull away from her. “Go home.” I reach over and open my bedroom door. “I don’t play with little girls.” Her hands fist, and I don’t miss the marks that the zip tie left from me binding her wrists behind her back. I wonder how long it took her to find a pair of scissors and get free. It couldn’t have been easy. I should have stayed and watched the show.
“You had no problem playing at Silence,” she growls.
“That’s because I thought you were your sister. I would have never touched you otherwise.” I’ve never thought of Demi sexually in any way. And even though my cock is hard, that doesn’t mean I’ll do anything about it. I have some restraint.
“And last night?” she grinds out.
I give her a smug smile and lean up against the open door. “That was to teach you a lesson, princess.”
Now she’s the one who smiles, and it makes her look like the evil fucking bitch I know she is. She steps into me, and her bright blue eyes light up with excitement when they meet mine. When she places her small, soft hands on my bare chest, I tense. “Want me to teach you something?” She leans up on her tiptoes and places her lips by my ear. Her breath skims over my skin, and I bite the inside of my fucking cheek to keep from growling.
I should push her away, but I’m afraid if I place my hands on her, I’ll be throwing her onto the bed and not out the door where she belongs.
“I know all your secrets, Deke …” Her hands run down my chest and stomach. I think she’s going to pull down my sweatpants, but instead, she taps my hard dick, making me jump.
I grip both of her wrists in my hand, and she hisses in a breath at the sensitive skin. My eyes narrow down at her. “Are you threatening me, Demi?” I call her by her first name because I’m no longer playing.
“Maybe.” She runs her tongue over her bottom lip seductively. “What would you do to keep my mouth shut?”
It’s the same question she asked me at Silence. And my first thought is to tape that motherfucker shut. I should throw her on my bed, tie her hands behind her back, and gag her. That’ll show her what kind of guy I can be. But I have a feeling it’ll just turn her on. She’s pushing me to see just how far I’ll go.