With another press, Ashlyn drops her utensils and grips the edge of the table, neck bowed, and eyes squeezed shut. My lips greet her glistening temple as I whisper, “You okay, baby girl? Need more?”
She pants out deep breaths as if she’s close, but shoves her lower jaw out, then soothes herself with a swallow. So I go ahead and increase it to the top level.
Wrapping my arm around her neck, I pull her into my chest and murmur, “Come for us all, my slut. And when you do, yell out whose girl you are so the entire room hears you. Tell them you’re Aiden’s now. I’ll allow it.”
Not able to maintain composure, she’s grunting, whimpering, but refusing to let go. I lean over and let my lips brush against hers as I whisper, “Show everyone what a nasty whore you are for me. How much you want this. Say my name. Turn that fucking brain off and obey me.”
Eyes locked on mine, she lets loose a blood-curdling scream that ends in my name as it echoes across the room. Back arched. Breasts almost popping out of her little top. Like a proud lord, I sit back with a smile, showcasing to the entire table how absolutely gorgeous she is.
Laughter fills the area. Necks snap our way, trying to peek at what happened. She reaches between her legs and pulls out the vibrator, then throws it in my face before she jets toward the exit. I’m too busy chuckling with the rest of the guys to stop her.
“She probably needs to clean up,” I say as Elowyn strokes her nails down my back.
For once, I tense and twitch at the touch, but stuff my face with the rest of my food.
My phone buzzes with several notifications. Including from my hacker, who may have recovered some financial information about Dean Twinston’s dealings. Raking my eyes over Hailey, I wonder if she’d spill anything that would be useful against her father.
Me
Great. Keep searching. Whatever you got, I’ll take it.
I need it asap.
Deadbyte
got you. hang tight.
“I heard she’s not coming back to Northview…” Blaire says as she drops her tray in the spot Ashlyn vacated.
“Who’s not?” Lan asks.
“Sutton. She’s terrified of whoever lit her cage on fire.”
“Who was it?” Elowyn asks.
Blaire shrugs. “She wouldn’t say. Said she was too drunk to know, and by the time she woke up, she was burning.”
Tade narrows his eyes at me, and I agree. That sounds suspicious as fuck.
But when I look down, my heart skips a beat seeing my latest text.
Deadbyte
btw backstage footage from ww shows your donovan girl lit sutton on fire
Ashlyn did this? After she lost her hands at poker?
Waving goodbye to the crew, I hurry toward the exit before anyone can question the smile on my face.
My jealous, jealous baby girl.
I’m kind of impressed. And shouldn’t be that surprised.
Visions of us hand in hand, running through the woods, away from the counselors as they tried to drag us back to solitary invade my mind. Ashlyn was always the one setting traps, finding ways to get them off our trails. She was the one who showed me how to make smoke bombs out of sugar and the cold packs from the infirmary. We used them to sneak out for three days into the town nearby before we were caught.
My steps are skipping as I enter the back hall near the restrooms. Head still in that soothing memory. Carefree. Not angry. And madly in love.
The goofy smile across my cheeks fades.