Page 75 of Lady Killer

“Where’s Ali?”

Watching her.

“Why do you think that’s any of your business,Bella?” I said in a smooth voice, giving her a dashing smile and taking another sip of my drink.

She let loose a peal of giggles that caused her perfectly sculpted breasts to bounce up and down.

Nothing I hadn’t seen a million times before.

“Sorry, Nixon,” she cooed, wiggling in even closer to me. “I’m happy to see you too.”

People thought that, because I wasn’t silent like my twin, I was the nice one.

“What do you want?”

Unless she was looking to catch my load tonight, I really wasn’t interested in whatever she was up to.

The Cantwells were old money. Isabella had been bumping into Ali and me since the Blackwells dragged us away from Mom. She wasn’t a prude, but she also wasn’t the type to fuck around without an endgame.

“You Blackwell boys are all so grumpy. Please tell me that bitch doesn’t have you all twisted up too?” she whined, twirling a strand of hair around one of her fingers.

My hand shot out and yanked it hard.

She screamed, but no one paid attention to her over the music.

“What the fuck, Nixon? These are 100 percent human hair extensions!”

This was the problem with society bitches. They all thought just because we killed for their daddies andgrandaddies that it meant we had some kind of connection. It was a business, not a book club.

“I think you forgot who you’re talking to,” I said with one last sharp warning tug.

Her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared. She brushed her breasts across my chest, pressing her nipples into me.

Figures the crazy bitch would be turned on by pain. Maybe I would fuck her, after all.

“I’m sorry, Nixon. I just know that girl has been giving Locke a hard time in class—‍”

That made me laugh. I had it on good authority that Locke had been terrorizing Luz from the instant he set eyes on her.

“ . . . and Tracy Lancaster says Alister is always hanging around Jackson College House . . .”

I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her roughly onto my lap.

If she was going to keep making noises, at least she could do it bouncing on my cock.

“Nix!” she squealed, and I let go of her hair to wrap my hand tightly around her throat. She moaned and dry humped my semihard cock.

“Did you come to talk about the other men in my family, or did you come over here for me?”

“You know I don’t—‍” she protested halfheartedly while still riding me.

“I know you’re about thirty seconds from making a mess all over my jeans, and if you do, then I’m taking it out on your ass, so you better put me in that pretty pussy real fast . . .”

She was fumbling with my belt, even though she was still fucking talking. “People will—‍”

I squeezed tighter. Fuck. I should have told her to give me a blow job instead.

She took my cock out and wrapped her long fingers around it, stalling briefly when they made contact with the titanium barbell at the base. “Oh, it’s true.”

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