Ruthless Secrets (Elites of Macedon High 2)

“Oh, sugar,” I tease when I discover her sprawled out on a suntanning chair with books surrounding her. Her white sweater sags from one shoulder to reveal a black strap and enough cleavage to make my mouth water. She’s in the middle of turning a page, her dark red nails reflecting the dim fairy lights glittering above. “Don’t tell me you’re this upset over marrying Parker.”

The look of shock on her face slowly shifts into curiosity. “Who said I was sad about that?”

I point to the candy wrappers littering the ground. “I can’t imagine you snack like this all the time.”

“And if I do?”

“Then I guess I will have to treat you to better snacks when you marry me.”

She snorts while settling on her elbows, swinging her feet in the air behind her. “When I marry you?”

“Yeah, we both know you can’t resist me.” I walk slowly toward her, unbuttoning the peacoat slowly and discarding it. I watch her eyes flicker to my fingers, following the motion of me plucking open the top of my long-sleeved shirt. She’s hooked on me. I know it. “Your chances of pleasure with me are tenfold. What does Parker do for you? Grunt a lot?”

The amused grin on her face makes me feel vulnerable. “Someone sounds jealous.”

“Hardly.”

She tilts her head and squints, a smirk sharpening her features. “So, prove it.”

“That I’m not jealous?”

“That you can please me better.”

Goddamn cockteaser, that’s what she is. What does Parker call her? A vixen. She knows what she does to me—to us—and she uses it to her advantage.

And somehow, I can’t seem to give much of a fuck right now.

Grinning, I approach the chair and nod as I instruct her to lie back. She shoves the books out of the way, giving me room to slide between her legs. She lifts her jean skirt, exposing a cotton thong that tests every bit of my control. I stroke the front and groan when the fabric darkens with her fluid.

“I know just what you like,” I whisper while slipping a finger beneath the cotton. “I know exactly how to touch you.”

“Yeah…?”

The shudder that ripples through her body when I circle her clit makes my heart flutter. I nuzzle into her breasts while sliding between her pussy lips, the movement so quick from her arousal that I almost slip right inside her. But I don’t. She doesn’t need penetration to get off. Ms. Alex likes slow and hot. She’ll come just from me stroking her.

“Soren,” she whimpers while I trace her clit with a light touch, “You’ve always turned me on.”

“Of course I have, baby.” I mark a path of kisses to her neck. “I know how to treat you right. Lie back and let me take care of you, sugar…”

Her head falls back and I catch it in my free hand, cradling her to my body. She’s so delicate like this, so fragile that a twitch of fear runs through me just thinking about anyone else trying to handle her like this. She needs the kind of gentle touch that I can provide. And she knows that.

The overhead lights blast on and I lift my head, peering around to see whether it was done on purpose or on a timer. Alex tries to pull away, but I capture her wrists and pin her to the chair. “Pick me, Alex. You know you want me.”

“Soren.”

“Not until you tell the others to fuck off.”

She whimpers while struggling against my grip, trying to get her legs out from beneath me. Footsteps clap toward us and I’m off Alex in a flash, tossed toward a lounge area surrounded by fake plants.

I fix my shirt and stand tall against Amos. “Do you mind?”

“I certainly do, you little punk.”

“You don’t scare me, old man.”

He squares up, his voice dropping an octave as he states, “I should scare you, boy. I know things about your family that would put you to shame in half a second.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck what you know,” I spit defiantly.