Within the space of fifteen minutes, Ember and I go from walking down the stairs to dancing on a makeshift dance floor. I’m honestly not surprised to find four stares piercing into me from all over the room.
I knew they’d come. They can’t possibly resist a chance to play the role of overprotective alpha assholes, though secretly—and I’d never admit this to them—I kinda like it. It gets me hot watching the way they like to dominate me—at least they try. They very rarely succeed, and when they do, it’s not done without a fight.
I try to ignore them but it’s a lot easier said than done. Everywhere I turn, everywhere I look, they’re always there, so instead of getting frustrated and annoyed, I play the game.
We’re surrounded by people from school and I’m more than aware that the four boys of Dynasty are not the only ones looking my way, but they’re sure as hell the only ones I’m interested in playing with.
I take hold of Ember and turn so my back is pinned right up against her chest, and just as I knew she would, her arm curls around my waist and our bodies move together. I find King straight ahead, his eyes heated and filled with desire. It’s been a few days since he’s fucked me until I screamed. I wonder if he and Cruz will be down to play tonight?
I quickly scan the room and just like that, I find Cruz, his stare on my body, watching the way it moves against Ember’s as we both bring out our inner vixen and put on a show of a lifetime. I mean, if they’re going to drool like this, then they might as well start throwing some dollar bills our way, let us know just how badly they appreciate us.
I spin in Ember’s arms and find Grayson across the room, standing by the bar with a scowl torn across his face, but what’s new? As I meet his heavy stare, a smirk kicks up the side of my lips and I tease and taunt him, knowing just how badly he wants me. The ball is in his court now, and after what happened earlier in the week, he’s really going to have to step up his game.
Only one asshat left.
My gaze snaps across the room to find Carver standing in a darkened corner, and while dark corners would usually send shivers shooting down my spine, that irrational fear is now gone. Carver watches me just like the other guys do, but while hunger pulses in their eyes, there’s nothing but heated anger bubbling beneath the surface.
As my eyes meet his, I’m instantly thrown back into that small concrete holding room with his fingers deep inside my pussy and his lips pressing against mine. It was explosive, exhilarating. How could he just deny that? How can he say that there isn’t something between us? He’s fooling himself.
I know how he feels. He wants me, maybe even more than the others combined, but after pushing me away so many times, I won’t be stupid enough to put myself out there for him again.
Carver hurt me and hurt doesn’t go unpunished.
I keep my body moving, tilting my head back and showing off the long column of my neck, both King and Carver’s weakness, and while the stares from the other corners of the room fill with even more desire, Carver’s just gets harder.
I roll my tongue over my lips to keep the smile from cracking across my face. If I were to break, the moment would dissolve between us all. That might make me a tease or a whore, but I fucking love their attention on me. Nothing gets me hotter.
I keep my stare on Carver’s, my gaze heating more by the second and everything deep inside of me clenches, desperately needing him to finish what he started in that bloodied little room. Don’t get me wrong, King and Cruz both helped ease the growing ache that’s starved me all week, but it won’t be the same, not unless it’s Carver’s body I’m feeling against mine.
A bottle blonde cuts in front of Carver and my jaw clenches, watching as his hand snakes out and takes her waist.
Fucking Sara Benson. It’s like no matter what I do, she’s always there, lurking in the background. Seeing that she has just a fraction of Carver’s attention, she eats it up, and puts on the world’s biggest show.
His hand curls further around her waist, and suddenly, this game isn’t so fun anymore.
Carver pulls her in tight and her body presses against his, right where I desperately wish mine could be. His eyes don’t leave mine and I know it’s just a game to him. I was playing him, and now he’s throwing it right back in my face, but he should know me better than that. I don’t concede that easily.