“Look at you,” he growls. “Pushing that soaked cunt back like you haven’t been touched since the last time I wrecked you. You want this cock that bad? Need to be filled just to rememberyou exist?”
The words turn molten. Whispered depravity slick against my ear. “You been touching yourself thinking of me? That filthy little pussyachingto get used properly?” He presses harder, his chest flush against my spine. “It’s mine now. You understand that? Icommandit. Iownit.”
I whimper, sounding pathetic and raw. When I came to Northview and knew Aiden Cardell would be here…this. This is exactly what I imagined.
He swats his palm across my ass again. “I said,do you understand?”
Tears slip out, and I nod furiously, gasping. “Yeth,” I manage to murmur.
“That’s right. My fucking pussy. If I tell you to crawl across the floor and offer it to every man in this house, you’ll obey, won’t you?”
He bites my earlobe, then breathes, “You’ll spread those thighs and show her off. Let my entire fraternity come inside you. One after the other. And baby girl? You’ll look me in the eye after each load and say,thank you, daddy.”
As desperate as I am, I writhe against his hips, feeling his full length through his trousers. He only lets loose a low chuckle. “Maybe you’ll even get another kid to replace the one you killed.”
That’s what does it. I wrench my wrist from his grasp, untie the gag, and flip around to face him. This time, I grabhisneck to hold him in place. If only I could see his face.
With venom coating my tongue, I spit out, “I loved every moment I was pregnant with Talon’s baby. Everyfuckingsecond. All because I knew it wasn’t yours.”
The silence after is like a stone wall. Final. Brutal and impenetrable.
He slips from my hold without a word. No sound. Not even a breath.
Cold air filters between our heated bodies.
The space fills with light. The door gives a lonely, soft squeak.
And Aiden leaves the closet.
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Rage so seething,I go numb. And focus.
I’ve been infected with her chaos. And the only treatment is control.
I knew she wouldn’t be done. She always has to have the last word. And now, that little hellbitch thinks she won.
Everyone’s watching as I slam the closet door. Faces flick to me, then quickly avert their gaping stares.
But I know where I’m headed.
On my way to the back tent, I snag Sutton’s hand, interrupting her make-out session with aSigmain the corner. With a pop, their lips part, and she releases a tiny squeal.
“Come with me. I need you.”
She hurries to keep up as I cut through the chaos of the carnival toward the casino. I flip open the striped canvas flap without slowing, heading straight for the high-stakes tables near the bar.
On the way, my older brother, Ryan, tries to catch my eye. I don’t stop. Only shoot him a look—the kind that says:I’m about to fucking commit murder.
At the blackjack table, Tade leans on his elbows, mid-laughwith some of the otherThetas. Until he spots me. His posture shifts in an instant. Shoulders straighten as he abandons his play and falls into step beside me, matching my pace without a word. He knows. Poker’s the destination. And something’s about to go down.
“Game on?” The inflection isn’t a question.
I just nod, grab a seat, then pull Sutton onto my lap. “For luck, my lady,” I murmur against her ear. Despite her smile, her mouth quivers. Everyone can tell I’m fucked up right now. I’m not okay. But I don’t have to be.
All I need is to win…
Blaire, ever the goddess, sets down a full glass of whiskey in front of me. With one swallow, I knock it down and hand it back.