Wearing a tiny white t-shirt and lacy panties, baby Satan’s glaring daggers at me…watching my every move like the little stalker she is.

But it’s the naughty look in her eyes—the one daring me to continue—that turns my dick to steel.

Grabbing the back of the girl’s head, I urge her to take me deeper.

I groan when she does, but it has nothing to do with her.

It’s the defiant way Bianca’s holding my gaze the entire time. Taunting me.

Goddammit. I’m sick and tired of her shit.

“Stop,” I bark.

The girl jerks in surprise, her movements coming to a halt. “What’s wrong?”

I dig my wallet out and toss her some cash for a cab. “You need to leave.”

Bianca shoots me a nefarious smile before she disappears.

Anger mixed with unwanted lust floods my veins.

This isn’t over, baby girl.

Not by a long fucking shot.

The blonde is understandably offended. “Are you serious?”

Tucking my dick back into my jeans, I stand. “Yes.”

And then I brush past her.

Because it’s time to teach the little wicked princess a lesson.

One she won’t forget.

Chapter 18

Bianca

Past…

I’m not mad.

I’m fucking furious.

The fact that Oakley would bring another girl into my home so she could suck him off is…

Jealousy moves through me like a boulder rolling downhill as I march back into my room.

For a minute I debate turning around, grabbing the bitch by her hair, and personally tossing her out on her ass, but before I can, my bedroom door swings open and Oakley strides inside.

“What the hell do you want?”

Eyes narrowed, Oakley slams my door. “Did you enjoy the show?”

I tell him the truth.

“Her technique could use a little work.”

That only makes him more irate. “That so?” Grimacing, he takes a step forward. “Then why don’t you show me.”

It’s safe to say I’m effectively thrown. “You want me to show you the right way to get your dick sucked?” My smile is all teeth. “Sorry, sweetie. I don’t do sloppy seconds.”

Not even for him.

“No.” He takes another step, closing the distance between us. “I want you to show me how much you want me.”

I swallow hard, not understanding what he means. “Wh—”

My breath hitches when he grips my t-shirt between his fingers. “Take this off.” His other hand curls around my hip. A hungry, desperate feeling rolls through me when he drags the pad of his thumb along the lace of my panties and his voice drops to a ragged whisper. “These, too.”

To say I’m shocked would be an understatement.

I decide to call his bluff anyway.

Finding the hem of my t-shirt, I whip it over my head and toss it on the floor.

Given I’m not wearing a bra, he gets a full view of everything.

Including my nipples which are hard enough to cut glass.

“Like what you see?” I taunt when his eyes drop to my tits and I see his Adam’s apple bob.

“Get on the bed.” His voice is rough, almost pained. “Now.”

My heart beats like a drum as I sit on the mattress. “Anything else you want?”

“Yeah.” Heat snakes down my body as he stalks toward me. “Take off those fucking panties.”

Licking my lips, I peer up at him. “Make me.”

In one fell swoop, his hands wrap around my ankles and he tugs hard, forcing me onto my back.

Whatever retort I had dies in my throat when Oakley kneels between my parted thighs and proceeds to pull down my thong...

With his teeth.

I want to pinch myself to make sure I’m not hallucinating because the sight of Oakley on his knees with my panties hanging from his mouth is so fucking hot, I’m surprised we both don’t burst into flames.

His warm breath gusts between my legs as he sinks his teeth into my inner thigh. “Touch yourself.” I shiver when he sucks the tender skin into his mouth hard enough to leave a mark. “Show me how wet you are for me.”

I should turn him down. Tell him to go find the girl he brought home to fuck…but I can’t.

Because even the strongest girls surrender for the right boy.

My belly clenches as I dip a finger inside my pussy, gathering the moisture on my fingers. I’m so wet it’s almost embarrassing, but the hungry look in Oakley’s eyes makes it worth it.

Goose bumps break out along my flesh when I remove my now glistening finger and he wraps his mouth around it, licking up my wetness.

The deep, satisfied groan he emits has my insides coiling with desire.

“I need more of that.” Blood whooshes in my ears when he dips his head and grunts, “Spread your pussy for me, baby girl.”

Oh, God. I’m so turned on I can barely see straight.

I need his mouth on me more than I need my next breath.

With shaky fingers I do what he asks, feeling more exposed than I’ve ever felt in my whole life.

His lips hover above the spot I need him…so close yet so far away. “You want my mouth on your pretty cunt.”

I nod.

His eyes darken. “Then beg for it.”

We’re far past the point of playing games, so I concede. “Please.”

The corner of his mouth curls. “Please what?”

“Lick my pussy.” I suck in a sharp breath when he kisses my pubic bone. “Make me come, Oakley.”

Shooting me a punishing smirk, he spits on my exposed flesh.

Then he stands.

“Hard pass.” Pure wrath swims in his blue orbs. “I’d rather chop off my motherfucking dick then ever touch your nasty snatch.”

My heart stops as it becomes painfully clear this was nothing but a cruel joke.

There’s a shit-eating grin on his face as he heads for the door and it only digs the knife in deeper.

Despite the way we manage to get under each other’s skin…I honestly thought he cared about me.

But he doesn’t.

Hell, he downright hates me.

Expelling a breath that hurts, I press my hand to my heart.

I can physically feel what little is left of the organ breaking.

“I’m nothing more than a punchline to you,” I whisper, my voice cracking as I get off the bed. “A nasty snatch you can taunt and spit on before you toss it aside.”

Back turned to me, Oakley freezes.

I feel so vulnerable, so defenseless.

He filleted me wide open for his enjoyment then left me to bleed out.

Tears clogging my vision, I continue. “You’re the only one who sees me—the only one in the world who actually gets me—and that’s what you think of me?” I pound on my chest. “I might be flawed and fucked-up, but I’m still a person, Oakley. A person with feelings. Feelings that are hurt because the guy she cares about—the guy she would do anything for— thinks she’s garbage and hates—”

“I don’t hate you,” he says gruffly.

I’m about to tell him to stop lying because it’s obvious he does, but I don’t have the chance…because he spins and crashes his mouth against mine.