Preppy: The Life & Death of Samuel Clearwater, Part One (King, #5)

I was going to fuck the sense back into her.

Bear was about to wonder why I was dragging his new BBB off by her hair into the house, when Wolf came over and whispered in his ear. “Duty fucking calls, man,” Bear said, pointing again to Dre. “I see the way you’re looking at her. Don’t start without me. I want in on this one.” Bear swallowed the contents of the shot Wolf just passed him. With a slap on my back he disappeared with Wolf into the shadows of the car port, where three other of his brothers were waiting for them.

I wasted no time making a beeline toward Dre and when she saw me coming, her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. When she realized her mistake in showing her emotions she slapped a mask over her face, but it was too late. I’d already seen her fear and my cock was already hard because of it.

I couldn’t blame her.

She should’ve been afraid.

VERY fucking afraid.





CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE





DRE


“What the fuck?” I shrieked, as I was lifted up by the waist and hoisted over Preppy’s shoulder. He stomped off into the shadows, away from the house. He carried me into the garage, passed tarp covered vehicles, then through another door in the very back, which led to a small cluttered apartment of sorts. I pounded my fists onto his back and screamed at him to put me down.

Preppy kicked the door shut and bent at the waist, tossing me off of his shoulder, my back slamming against the door as I stumbled on my feet. Preppy loosened his bow tie then closed the distance between us. His body pressed up against mine. His knee between my legs didn’t afford me much room to escape. I hated that my body didn’t understand its reaction to him, my dampened panties weren’t welcome. It didn’t get that I was angry. All it understood was that Preppy was near and because of that, my clit thrummed with excitement when what I really wanted to do was pummel him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing out there with that kid?” Preppy snarled.

“Wait? You’re pissed…at ME?” I asked in disbelief. “You aren’t allowed to be pissed. I’m the one that’s fucking pissed!” I hissed, trying to rise off the door, but Preppy placed his hands on both sides of my head and pushed his hard body against mine. His cool breath on my face. His angry eyes looking down into mine.

I laughed. I laughed because the entire situation was so ridiculous that it was funny. I stopped laughing when Preppy pinned me with his hips against the door. “What’s so fucking funny?” he growled.

I was so tired of being the stupid girl who made nothing but stupid decisions. “I know you think differently than most people, Preppy, and honestly it’s one of the things I love about you. But I never thought that after everything, you’d think it was a good idea to pimp me out to Bear and his club.”

Preppy gnashed his teeth together, his face reddened with his rage.

“Let me refresh your memory. I’m a addict. A junkie. I’m not a fucking whore. Yours or anyone else’s,” I said.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Preppy reached between my legs, stroking my clit over my panties. “Because you could be a million miles away,” he moved down to my pussy, stroking it with two fingers, “and this pussy will still be mine. And apparently, you thought it was a good fucking idea because Bear wants to fuck you tonight. Invited me to watch him audition you for the club.” The tendons in his neck tightened. He pushed forward with his hips to emphasize his point, pressing his massive erection right against my clit. My hips bucked involuntarily and I closed my eyes, briefly, to try and compose myself, calling on my anger while my traitorous body wanted nothing more than for him to strip me naked and fuck me so hard neither one of us could remember why we were mad. But I knew why because there was no mistaking the look on Preppy’s face. The look that told me everything I needed to know and although the reasons why weren’t clear, the message was.

This was the end.

Recognizing that feeling only enraged me more. “It makes sense, though, since Mirna will be moving to Sarasota soon. Maybe I’ll sell the house and move to the club with Bear. See what being a club slut’s all about, since you think I’d be so good at it.” I bucked my hips against him and he hissed through his teeth. “After all, it’s not like you can keep me.” It felt good to throw his words in his face.

“You’re right,” he growled. “I can’t keep you.” He reached behind me and grabbed a handful of my ass cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t fuck you.” He covered his lips with mine in a rough kiss that was anything but apologetic. That kiss was downright hateful.

I was so furious I could hear my own teeth grinding in my head, but as much as I didn’t want to kiss him I couldn’t NOT kiss him. And when he parted his lips, I couldn’t NOT bite down hard. He reared back and smiled down at me. He slowly licked the drop of blood from the corner of his mouth in a seduction of my senses. He smeared red on his cheek then wiped his thumb over my mouth, gathering another drop of his blood.

I don’t know what came over me, but I opened my mouth and licked the blood from his finger. He groaned and kissed me again, this time harder with more passion, more hatred.

Just MORE.

Teeth clacked against teeth, lips connecting with chins and cheeks and necks, hands roamed over each others bodies like we couldn’t get enough.

We nipped and sucked and licked and kissed, until nothing existed but the two of us and the hum of want hanging in the air.