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“Axl, please let me come.” She’s shaking so hard her voice is vibrating. “Please. I’ll do whatever you want. Just let me come.”

Whatever I want. She has no idea what she just agreed to. But she will.

“Come for me, little heathen. Let me see it.”

She breaks. Her back arches off the bed, her mouth opens, and she moans my name so loud I hope her jackass brother hears it. Her thighs clamp around her hand, and her whole body shakes through it.

“Good girl, baby. Look at me.”

She keeps her eyes fixed on the screen, and I can’t hold it back any longer. I grip my cock. I groan as my cum spills over my hand.

We’re both breathing hard. She’s lying flat on her bed with her hand still between her legs, and her chest rises and falls. Her cheeks are wet, and her lips are swollen from biting them. She’s staring at me through the screen like she doesn’t know whether to thank me or murder me. I don’t give a shit since she’ll give me what I want either way.

“That’s my good girl.”

“I still hate you,” she whispers.

“Keep telling yourself that, baby.” I pull my shirt over my head and use it to wipe my hand off. “Now put some clothes on and go to bed. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“What’s tomorrow?”

“You’ll see. Sleep well, little heathen.”

I hang up and just stare at my phone. I don’t know how I’m going to make it a couple more days without having her. I’m going to see her pretty face coming over and over in my dreams.

My girl doesn’t hate me. She hates that she wants me. She hasn’t figured out the difference. But she hasn’t seen shit yet.

CHAPTER 11

SAYLOR

I’m standing in front of my closet in a towel, trying to figure out what to wear to this dinner my mother and father are hosting. I don’t know why I can’t just eat in my room and watch TV. Classes are out for the summer, and tomorrow is the ceremony. I’d rather just enjoy the last night in my room.

But then I found out that Axl was coming, and I stopped arguing with my mother about my required presence. Especially when I found out that he invited himself against my mother’s wishes. That means he’s only coming for me.

I run my fingers along a couple outfits, trying to pick one. I mentally chastise myself for wanting to make sure I look hot for him. There’s a knock at my door.

“Package for you, Miss Carter,” one of our housekeepers says from the other side.

“Leave it outside the door.”

I hear her steps go back down the hallway. I crack the door to grab the small white box and then step back inside. My name is written on a tag on top.

Once I pull the lid off, there’s tissue paper and a folded note. I set the box on the dresser and open the note.

Wear it tonight. I’ll punish you if you don’t.

I move the tissue paper and look at what’s underneath. I pick it up and turn it over in my hand.

Instantly, I know what this is. It’s a fucking vibrator. It’s smooth and hot pink. It’s thicker on one end, and the thinner end forms a hook meant to stimulate the clit. Knowing Axl, I’m going to guess it’s the kind that he controls from an app on his phone.

This is what the fucker meant about tonight. He wants me to put this thing inside my cunt and sit at my family’s dinner table while he makes me a mess for him. All while my mother plays the part of the hostess, my father networks with his friends, and Justin plays the perfect son. Axl is going to drive me fucking crazy, and I can only hope they’ll all be too busy ignoring me to notice.

I should throw it in the trash. That’s the obvious move—text him a picture of it in the garbage and tell him to go fuck himself.

I hold the vibrator in my palm. Last night I begged this man to let me come. I let him have this hold over me, and I fucking liked it. After our little video session, I lay in bed for an hour, staring at my ceiling and hating how good it felt to be good for him.

He wants more. He’s always going to want more. Axl won’t stop pushing until he finds the line. Then he’ll step over it, stare at me from the other side, and make me crawl across it to him.