Page 96 of Running Winter

"If you tell me to shut up one more fucking time, I'll cut your balls off and feed them to my fish," I snarled as he chuckled.

"Is that any way to thank me for saving your privileged ass?"

"Excuse me?"

We pulled into my drive, and I was out before he could even cut the engine.

"It's not my fault I was born into money. Stop blaming the world for your fucking circumstances," I cursed, slamming the car door behind me.

I hated people assuming that I was a little rich bitch that didn't value money because I did. I recognized that it made the world go around and that people would do anything for it.

Just because I had access to it didn't mean it was mine.

I would earn my own money and become a name to be feared all by myself.

My father had fuck all on me.

I stormed into the house to see my cousin, Chase, peering at me curiously.

I challenged him, and of course, he mumbled some shit in response.

I'd ordered Leigh to leave me alone, and if he had any sense in his head, he would.

I felt a sense of calm wash over me when I entered my room, and I stripped my clothes off angrily.

What did those guys back at the store want?

How did Leigh notice them before I did? I'd taken note of their appearance, and I would recognize them instantly.

Fuckers.

I turned my music on stupidly loud as I stepped into the shower. The hot water soothed me somewhat, and as I washed my hair, the passion fruit scent delighted my senses. As the soap ran over my body, I winced when I touched my ass.

No one had ever touched me like that.

No one dared.

I felt the warmth fill the spot in-between my legs as I allowed my fingers to travel there, knowing an orgasm would suit me right about now. My fingers worked my clit while I tried to clear my mind, but all I kept seeing were those grey eyes and the smirk that accompanied them.

I tried to think of anyone else, but my brain continued to conjure up images of me bent over while Leigh stood behind me, stroking my ass.

It was pointless to resist it, so I allowed myself to fantasize.

I couldn't stand the guy, but he was an excellent fantasy fuck. As I began to release, a soft moan escaped my lips.

"Raven? Are you okay in there?"

I couldn't respond as my fingers furiously brought me to the point of release. The fact that I could hear Leigh's voice on the other side of the door only made me come harder.

"Raven?"

His voice again, more urgent this time.

I closed my eyes, imagining he was behind me, his fingers—

"Are you—"

Suddenly, his voice was much closer, and I realized he was in my bathroom.

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