Cursed (Cursed Superheroes #1)

Screw it. He deserves this.

Leaning forward, I seductively whisper in his ear, “You want to dance, huh?”

He bobs his head up and down. “Fuck yeah, I do.”

“Okay, then let’s dance.” I whirl around, aligning my back with his chest.

I let my head fall from side to side as I rock my hips, my body fluidly moving to the tune of the song. He struggles to keep up with me as his hands slide around my waist, his fingers dipping downward as his tongue finds my neck. He licks my skin and I internally gag, but keep moving forward with my plan.

“You know what I just realized?” I shout over the music. “I don’t know anything about you.”

“That’s not true.” His tongue slides across my neck again and he starts licking me like a freakin’ dog. “I think you’re hot. That’s all you need to know.” His fingers fiddle with the top of my shorts, dipping beneath the waistband.

I spin around before he can get his hand down my pants, hook my arms around his neck, and put my lips beside his ear. “I want to know more about you. Tell me more, please.”

He groans. “Can we at least go up to a room or something? And talk in private.”

“No, you wanted to dance, so we’re going to dance,” I tell him forcefully. “And you’re going to tell me your darkest secrets, because I’m guessing you have a lot.”

“You right, I do,” he mutters with his brows dipped. “I’m actually a pretty terrible person. I do terrible things… Like to Sally Mintone… I made her kiss me, touch me… She didn’t want to. I also hate dancing. I just asked you to dance so I could get you alone and slip something into your drink.”

I press my lips together, my heart thundering in my chest. “Do you do that a lot?”

He nods. “Yes.”

“Where do you keep the drugs?”

“In the glovebox in my car. And there’s some in my locker at school.”

I process what he just told me and come up with a plan to make him pay for everything he’s done. An anonymous call to the police and the principal. I’ll tell them that Ian hides drugs in his locker. That should do it.

Well, almost.

“Ian, you’ve been a very bad boy,” I tell him. “And I’m going to have to make you pay for what you’ve done to those girls.”

“Yes, please, make me pay,” he practically begs. “Punish me.”

“I will,” I promise with a sly smile. “Starting with dancing.”

He slants back, blinking dazedly. “Huh?”

I unloop my arms from around his neck and look him dead in the eye. “You’re going to dance all weekend long. Even when you go home tonight, you’ll keep dancing until Monday. Got it.”

“That’s what you want me to do? Really?” He gapes at me.

I nod, putting more distance between us. “Yep.”

He gulps. “Okay.” Then his feet start to tap and his arms begin to flail as he works to keep up with the pulsating tune of the song blaring.

I walk away, a smile creeping up on my face. “Ready to get in your swimsuit so we can chill in the hot tub?” I ask Jane. “It’s starting to sound more and more appealing.”

She nods, but wariness masks her expression. “I don’t know how you get guys to listen to everything you say. It’s the craziest thing.”

“They don’t listen to everything I say,” I lie as we finish the rest of the walk to the pool house.

“That’s such a lie. You have everyone wrapped around your little finger.”

Is that how she sees me? “I don’t do it on purpose.”

She raises her brows, giving me a really look.

“Well, unless it’s for a good cause,” I add. “You heard what Ian said. He deserves what’s coming to him.” But as I say it, guilt settles over me. The darkness inside my chest is gone and a giant voice has replaced it.

“You’re kind of like a vigilante.”

“Not really.”

“Sometimes you are. You’re always watching out for everyone. So just own that you’re a good person, okay?”

I nod, even though I’m not a good person. While I can justify what I did to Ian, I can’t justify the sick, twisted pleasure I get out of knowing he’ll suffer through the weekend. Then come Monday his life could be ruined. And I sure as hell can’t justify what I did to Max.

Stop thinking about him!

When we reach the pool house, Jane pokes her head inside. “There’s only one stall in here.”

If I were here with Steph or Kara, we’d probably just go in together. But Jane never changes in front of us.

“You go first,” I tell her.

Nodding, she slips in and shuts the door. I step back into the shadows and peel my black tank top over my head, kick my sneakers off, and slide my shorts down my legs. I want to glance over at the dance floor at Ian and see if he’s still dancing, but I’m too afraid to find out the answer.