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I don’t flinch or squirm. My attention is focused on the heavy fake gun in my hoodie pocket. On my goal. One wrong move and this platinum-blond-haired fucker could call my bluff.
“No catch.”
“Not good enough.” His pale blue eyes glimmer cruelly. “Why are you doing this? You fucked them both and they found out you’re a cheating whore?”
Relief washes over me. This is one of the questions I’ve been preparing myself for.
“I’m not a cheater.” I tip my chin up as much as his punishing hold allows.
“Fine. Then option two. They were done passing you around like the meaningless cunt you are and got bored.”
His words would’ve stung. Except neither of my men think I’m meaningless. We’re in love. A sentiment Christopher probably hasn’t shared with a soul in his miserable life.
He won’t ever feel it, either. This is where he dies.
Here. Today.
Until that happens, though, I have a part to play. Gotta fake my reactions.
I pout, forcing my chin to wobble and my eyes to cry.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He smirks, smug as fuck.
This is a win for him. For his bruised ego. His forehead might’ve healed, but the scar is deep inside his soul. A constant reminder of what a loser he is.
“Mm-hmm.” I bob my head, wiping the tears as if they annoy me. “I want to hurt them back. To have our sweat and your cum”—gross!—“on the sheets of their precious hotel. On the floor. Everywhere. Then, as I said, we trash the place. Tell me you don’t want the same.”
The air changes around us as soon as the words leave my mouth. I sense it the second it happens. I’m more than a revenge fuck for him now. He’s turned on by the images I’ve planted in his head. He’s looking forward to having sex with me.
Meaning, I have him by the literal balls.
“I see.” The evil lurking behind his eyes is on full display now. “Well, then. I’m going to grant you your wish. Bury my cock deep inside you. Make you bleed and come for hours while they think it’s just another member fucking a whore in this room.”
Yuck. Triple, quadruple yuck.
“Yes.” Talking time is over. Carter and Killian should be here any minute, and I have a show to put on. “I’m up for anything. Any-fucking-thing.”
“Good.” His hand slithers to my neck, squeezing it while he pushes me to the wall behind me.
“Good what?” That he has a condom to fuck me with? That he called in sick for the day? His eyes give me nothing.
The vilest smirk known to man crawls up his lips. His hold around my throat is suffocating. My gut churns. Alarm bells go off in my head.
I thought he’d agree to revenge sex. That he’d be eager to get rid of his clothes, strip for me, and then I’d have him.
Apparently not.
Despite the risk of blowing my cover, I close my fingers on the gun in my pocket. If he plans on knocking me out and fucking my unconscious body, the bastard has another thing coming.
“Good thing I brought reinforcement.” He shoves me harder against the wall, knocking my head on it.
“Reinforcement?” I scowl, ignoring the pain.
“You’re the one who’s asked me to ruin my old room.” Dread constricts my throat as he leaves me for the door. “And with his help, we’ll do just that.”
Time slows when Christopher locks his fingers on the handle and pushes it down.
Another familiar face walks in. A man who’s shorter than Christopher, about five feet tops. His blond hair pokes out from under his hoodie. His blue eyes are filled with hate.
