Page 132 of Please Hate Me

I bit back a moan as he picked up speed, caressing my entire shaft with his tongue.

“Hey!” Sophia called. “You stop that. This is supposed to be punishment.”

Immediately, Cameron complied. His lips were wet as he stared back at me.

What, he wasn’t even going to fight for the honor of sucking my dick?

After a moment, Sophia came into view. The sunset-colored lights on the tree illuminated only half of her body, but half was all I needed to see the wicked grin on her lips.

The sadism in her smile was an unfamiliar sight on Sophia, and I would have been lying if I said it didn’t make me a little nervous. She had a length of something in her hands—more rope, I assumed.

“You’re too late—your lap dog already tied me up,” I barked.

Sophia turned to face me. Her full frame blocked the light directly in front of me, casting me in the shadow of her domination.

“This isn’t for you. Maybe if you weren’t so busy mouthing off, you’d know that.” Her tone was unusually cold. “Cameron, come here.”

What remained of the glow sparkled in Cameron’s eyes before he stood. His back turned to me as he walked away, joining Sophia in front of the tree.

“Go get Mason.” Her voice was sweeter as she spoke to Cam.

It wasn’t the shift in Sophia’s tone that caused me to shiver. It was the mention ofher.My fall for Mason wasn’t an easy one, nor was it one I took without a fight. Sophia knew this. Even if I knew Mason was a pawn in whatever ridiculous punishment Sophia had planned, the idea of her had my body short-circuiting.

My head was light, my pulse was racing, and my chest was filled with those godforsaken wasps, their wings tickling mylungs as I tried to catch my breath. I had called for her to help me, but she hadn’t come… So, where was she?

Sophia’s silhouette danced across the floor as she wandered toward the outlet and lowered herself into a crouch, winding her fingers in the cord before yanking it out. The world went completely dark, and I held my breath.

A far-off creaking grew closer, and my jaw tensed. After another beat of darkness, a bright white glow filled the room. What I had assumed to be rope was actually a length of clear Christmas lights. Shadows danced on the walls as Sophia stood, tossing the strand in front of the tree and turning her attention to me. She tenderly cupped my jaw like I was the most valuable thing in the world.

“This is your last chance to tell me what you did wrong.” She massaged the side of my neck as she spoke.

I leaned into her touch. If I were a smarter man, I would’ve just apologized for my earlier comments and moved on with the night... but I didn’t do anything wrong. I voiced my opinion, and that wasn’t a crime.

“Sophia White.”

She perked up as I said her name, her usual kind smile winding across her lips.

“You’re my bitch. And I mean it.”

Her brow hardened, and her nostrils flared as she stood. She was too nice; there wasn’t a single fucking thing she could do to put me back in line, and she knew it.

“You’re going to be sorry.” Her whispered warning meant nothing to me.

“Just add it to my list of writing assignments.”

“You’re asking for it.”

I smirked at Sophia and fought the urge to laugh. “You bet your ass I am,bitch.”

The times I had seen Sophia roll her eyes were few and far between, but it always caused a sick feeling of satisfaction to wash over me. She was one of the sweetest people I had ever met, and I had the power to turn her sour.

She stood up, walking behind the chair and pressing a palm to either side of my chin, removing the control from the one area of my body I could move.

“I’m going to enjoy watching you suffer, bad boy.” Her lips grazed my ear as she spoke.

I groaned in response. At least she was getting the hang of talking dirty.

“Unless you’re going to pull my hair and spit in my face, I’m not suffering.”

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