In that moment, I can’t stand him. I’m so isolated I’m beginning to dream up voices in my head just to have fucking company. I have no idea what possessed me to choose Sloane. Nor do I have any idea what possessed my grandmother to give me the choice of her or Sloane.
Yeah, right, go ahead, dear, choose between hanging yourself and blowing your head off. Silly me, I’ve chosen the slowest death possible.
I can’t understand how everything went so off-track. One moment, I was meeting Sloane, and he was visiting me, watching over me, bringing me to his hotel room and spending an evening with me, to…this.
Something slams against my door and I bolt up. Fed up, I stomp from my bed, not bothering to wear the robe he insists I use during breakfast or whenever else I’m in my nightclothes. He’ll just have to deal with my tank top and boy shorts.
Yanking open the door, I pause. It’s the six of them in various stages of nudity—I really need eye bleach for Jaeger and Kiln—and a dozen naked women. The brown-haired girl from earlier is giving Sloane head. I vomit in the back of my throat, as tears rush to my eyes.
No one notices me, as usual. The only time I’m really paid any attention to is when I’m being a brat. The scene pushes me over the edge and I feel a major meltdown brewing in me.
“Get away from him,” I order, rushing the girl and surprising the fuck out of her when I grab her hair and drag her away from Sloane. She elbows me and I free her, but I’m so angry, all I see is Sloane and I spring on her, punching her jaw. I’m dragged backward, but I don’t care. I’m screaming and kicking and crying and yelling enough profanities to make a sailor applaud me.
My heart is pounding and I only hear its rapid staccato in my ears. Suddenly, I’m shaken so hard my brain rattles. I still, breathing hard, and hissing at everyone. They’re staring at me like I’m a freak show.
Sloane’s behind me. Not only do I know the feel of him, but Maitland, Adam, Quint, Kiln, and Jaeger are amongst the spectators.
Sloane shoves me away. Despite his intent to send me sprawling, I still land on my feet. “Go the fuck back in your room and stay there until I call you.”
The girls snicker, and the one I knocked on her ass stares at me in triumph. I hop to my feet and knee Sloane in the balls. As he doubles over, I scratch his jaw. Go for the asshole causing the trouble and that falls squarely on his fucking shoulders.
“I’m leaving,” I snarl. “Since you’ve cut me off from the entire world, call Grandma, you fucking prick. Tell her I’d rather be with her any day over you.”
His glare should crack me to pieces. It angers me more.
“Fuck you,” I spit at him.
He hobbles to the seat he’d been in having his dick sucked, and indicates for the girl to come back to him. At that, I almost double over, but then I don’t care about my actions anymore. He’s kept me, but at what cost?
Kiln lounges nearby, sipping a drink, completely naked. He’s a dickhole, but he’s willing to make love to me. More than that, he’s the one I’ve been around. Allowing my mind to go completely blank, I head to him. He sees my aim and I wouldn’t put it past the asshole to turn me away. He doesn’t. When I stand on my tiptoes and plant my mouth on his, he kisses me back. His cock rises between us and I suck down a sob.
I don’t want him. We know it, but if I’m childish enough to debase myself and open my legs to him, he’s predatory enough to take what I offer. His fingers thumb my nipples and I grunt.
A thud and a squeak reaches my ears, but I don’t stop sucking at Kiln’s tongue to discover the sources of the noises. Kiln turns me and bends me over. Before he makes another move, I’m snatched so ferociously from his grip I land flat on my belly.
I roll over, but Sloane catches me and throws his body over mine, pinning me to the ground. The look in his eyes promise murder. As he glowers at me, he speaks. “Jaeger, take the girls to your room. Do what you must to keep this quiet.”
No one says anything until Jaeger and the women are gone, then Sloane drags me to my feet and wraps an arm around me, imprisoning me against him.
“You picked up a girl to fuck five feet from where I was.” I’m crazy to be so hurt. He has no ties to anyone, me especially. Fucking a bunch of women is a part of his life. I just happen to be along for the ride, at the moment. It still hurts, though. I sob softly. “Never mind,” I relent, wanting to beg him to please, at least wait until I’m out-of-sight before he arranges his dick sucks for the day.
The tension bunching his muscles frightens me. I hate his silence more than I despise the way he barks orders.
Kiln stares over my head, not flinching. The longer those blue-green eyes narrow, the tighter Sloane’s grip becomes. They are involved in some type of He-Man match.
“Don’t ever touch her again.”
As the first speaker, it feels as if Sloane has conceded something.
“I don’t touch what I’m not offered,” Kiln responds softly. “Unlike you.”
“Georgie isn’t up for the offering.”