Wicked Princess Page 32

Then again, if I came clean and told him the truth about dating Stone, he wouldn’t be nearly as supportive.

He’d be downright homicidal.

I smack a kiss on his cheek. “You’re an amazing brother, Jace.”

“Does that mean you’ll finally bring her to the house so I can meet her?”

I swallow hard. “Sure thing.”

File that under never.

 

 

The music is bumping, and people are packed inside Jordan’s house like sardines when I arrive.

Almost instantly, I regret coming here alone.

Especially when some drunk guy staggers over to me.

“Hey, baby. What’s a little hottie like you doing all by yourself?”

Gross.

“I have a boyfriend,” I tell him, hoping he leaves me alone.

He looks around. “Is he here?”

“He’s in the other room,” I fib before walking away.

“Hey,” another guy greets me.

Since he didn’t greet me with, hey baby, I decide to be nice. “Hey.”

He gestures to my crutches. “What happened?”

“Car accident.”

Wincing, he takes a sip from his Solo cup. “Damn. That sucks.” Leaning in, he whispers, “What do you say we go upstairs so I can kiss it better.”

Seriously?

“Hard pass.”

“Stuck up bitch,” he mutters as I brush past him.

I’m about to go into the kitchen because it’s way less crowded, but I spot Mercedes and her friends.

I quickly turn the other way and head out the patio doors.

Where I see a bunch of people sitting at a table…snorting some white powdery substance.

“Want a hit, beautiful?” some guy asks. “It’s fucking fire.”

Yeah, so not my scene. “No thanks.”

Sighing, I shuffle my way through the crowd of people dancing in the living room and head upstairs to find a bathroom.

 

 

Past…

 

 

“God, I’m so drunk,” Hayley slurs as I lead her up the staircase at Christian’s house.

“Me too.”

Only unlike the alcohol running through her system, I’m drunk on pure vengeance.

Tugging a fistful of her long blonde hair, I pull her in for another kiss.

Her tongue greedily brushes against mine, and I can taste the Malibu rum on her breath.

“Wow,” she whispers against my mouth. “You’re such a good kisser.”

Ugh. I definitely can’t say the same about her.

Hayley’s kisses are as sloppy as she is…and that’s saying something.

I twist the knob of the first door we come to and find it empty.

Closing it behind me, I utter, “Get on the bed.”

“Wha—”

I kiss her with more urgency as I walk us backward toward the bed. A moment later we’re tumbling onto the mattress with me on top of her.

Arching my back, I grind my pelvis against hers as I skim my lips along the column of her throat.

The perfume she wears is as cheap and trashy as she is.

“That feels so good,” she breathes.

Sticking to the plan, I cup my hand between her legs. The lace of her panties feels warm and damp against my fingers. “It’s about to feel even better.”

Hesitation flickers in her eyes. “I’ve never done this before…you know…with a girl.”

“Me either.” I skim the length of her pussy over the wet lace. “But like they say, there’s a first time for everything.”

And sometimes innocent people have to pay for the sins of others.

Smiling, she tugs down the top of my dress, exposing my tit.

Her tongue circles my nipple before she suctions her mouth around it. “You have really nice boobs.”

Christ. Even her dirty talk is boring as fuck.

Slowly, I slide down her body until I’m kneeling in front of her. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

About as sexy as a root canal.

She giggles. “Have you seen yourself? You’re like…out of this world gorgeous. So exotic.”

It’s all I can do not to roll my eyes.

I press my lips to the inside of her thigh. “You know what would be really hot?”

Drawing herself up on her elbows, she looks down at me. “You eating me out?”

I’d rather fuck my cunt with a cactus.

Hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties, I slide them down her long legs. “If you gave me a little show.”

She blinks. “You want me to play with myself?”

Biting my lip, I nod.

She falters. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone before.”

No surprise. The girl is as alluring and exciting as wet toilet paper.

What the fuck did he ever see in her?

Inwardly groaning, I move my head between her legs, kissing her pubic bone. “If you want me to lick this pussy, you have to show me how you like it.”

She moans. “Damn. That feels so—”

“Do it.” I scrape my teeth along her flesh, hoping she feels the sting. “It will be fun.”

Parting her thighs, she circles her entrance with her finger. “Like this?”

“Give me more, sexy. Rub that clit for me.”

Head lulling back, she proceeds to do what I ask. “God, I’m so drunk right now.”

No, she’s not. If she was so drunk she’d be puking or passed out…not asking me to go down on her.

She just wants a crutch to blame her actions on—in this case, messing around with a girl—so she doesn’t have to take responsibility.

At least I own my shit.

“Just like that, babe.” Smirking, I take my phone out of my purse and press the record button. “Keep going.”

Closing her eyes, she bucks her hips, rubbing her clit with more vigor. “Feels so good.”

I couldn’t hold back my smile if I tried. The idiot is so into what she’s doing, she has no fucking idea what I’m doing.

“Good girl, Hayley,” I mewl as I angle the camera up a little, making sure I get a glimpse of her face. “Now show me what a dirty little slut you are and how hard you can make that pussy come for me.”

A few moments later, she orgasms with a furious shudder, moaning my name.

I make a mental note to bleep my name and disguise my voice before uploading it to every porn site I can think of.

“That was fun.” Her chest rises with deep exhales and beads of sweat trickle down her brow. “You gonna go down on me now?”

Nah, I’m gonna ruin your fucking life, bitch.

Yours and his.

Slipping my cell back into my purse, I stand. “Can’t, baby doll. Big bro number two keeps blowing up my phone asking where I am, so I’m pretty sure someone tipped him off about our little make-out sesh downstairs.” I blow her a kiss. “Thanks for the show, though. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”

Keep your friends close and your enemies closer.

 

 

Chapter 27

 

 

What. The. Actual. Fuck.

Two thoughts hit me in rapid succession.

One—Hayley and I were definitely not friends because I clearly hated her for some reason. And two—given my severe hatred, why the hell was I in the car with her that night?

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