Page 12 of Sinful Storms

“I don’t fuck with my teammates’ girls.”

There was a harsh intake of breath from both Tyrell and Harriet, and they exchanged shocked glances.

“Out,” he commanded, stepping away from Harriet and jabbing his finger towards the door.

Tyrell released me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him nod to Tristan before he held out a hand to Harriet. She glanced at Tristan, who jerked his head towards the door, and then she moved towards Ty, taking his hand. They left the room silently, and I turned on my heel to follow. There was no way I wanted to be stuck in the fuck dungeon with an angry god.

Stop calling him a god, for fuck’s sake.

It had to be Elena and Quinn’s fault. I never once thought of him as a god until my friends had become tangled up with the elite.

I reached the doorway when a hand clamped around my throat from behind, yanking me back into a firm body.

“Not so fast, little scorpion.”

“Get your fucking hands off me unless you want to lose your balls,” I hissed.

Tristan laughed humourlessly. “I’d like to see you try. You cost me a good fuck tonight.”

“How exactly is that my fault? Just face it, she liked him better than you. You can’t always get your way.”

“Stop talking,” he ground out, his grip on my throat tightening, and there it was. That darker side of him that he only seemed to unleash around me. The golden boy had everyone fooled, but I knew exactly how to get beneath his skin.

I inhaled through my nose as I debated my options. Which path to choose? Violence was always fun. I could grab him by the balls—literally—or stamp my spiked heel on his overpriced Gucci loafers, or…no.

Reaching up and behind me, I curved my fingers around his nape, smiling as he stiffened in surprise. Then I rolled my hips back, my body pressing up against his dick, which, sadly, was not average, despite what I’d said to him earlier. Unfortunately, I had a weird compulsion to piss him off by hate flirting with him, which he returned with enthusiasm, secure in the knowledge that neither of us would ever follow through. That meant I’d been up close and personal with his clothed erection on a number of occasions, thankfully only for brief periods of time.

“Aria.”

I ignored the explicit warning in his tone, scraping my nails across his nape. His breath skated across my ear as he dipped his head, his free arm sliding around my waist.

“You’re playing with fire, baby. What are people gonna say when you show up with the imprint of my hand around your neck?” The pads of his fingers dug into my skin. I hated how much I liked it, coming fromhim. “You like to think you’re better than everyone else, don’t you? But I know you’re just as wet for me as all the other girls.”

My thin thread of control snapped, and I yanked his hand away from my throat, pulling out of his grip and spinning to face him. “Fuck you,” I spat.

“In your dreams.” He made a blatant show of adjusting his erection, an arrogant smirk on his lips, and I had to get out of there. He’d won this round, and I couldn’t stay down here for another second.

The tower was calling my name.

7

TRISTAN

My smirk fell away the minute she turned her back. Fucking Aria Harper. I stared after her as she stalked away, the clipping of her heels amplified by the stone walls.

“Don’t fucking betray me like that again, or you’ll regret it,” I threatened my cock, which was far too interested in the high, round curve of her ass in that tight dress. It was easy enough to push aside the inconvenient effect she had on me when I was so irritated with the way things had gone down tonight.

I shouldn’t have touched her. Shouldn’t even have suggested going down to the lower levels. It had been a moment of temporary insanity. I couldn’t forget the feeling of her throat working as she swallowed beneath my grip and the way she’d deliberately pressed against me, taunting with everything I’d never have and everything I couldn’t want to have.

Scrubbing my hand across my face, I shook my head. Forget her. It was time to salvage the rest of the night. I shut everything off, closing and locking the door behind me. I reminded myself I’d more than likely be back down here later tonight with a more-than-willing partner who wouldn’t give me shit or fight backor be so fucking disdainful of me that it bordered on outright disrespect. Yeah. Who the fuck got hard from someone who did that? It was seriously messed up. My dick had a mind of its own, that was for sure.

Back upstairs, I headed straight for the sofas. Knox and Elena had disappeared, but Roman and Quinn were still there, along with Lincoln, Josh, and Sajid from the lacrosse team and several girls. I smiled. This was more like it. Taking the joint Lincoln passed to me as I reached the sofas, I inhaled deeply before moving to the other side to grab a beer from the mini fridge. Uncapping the bottle, I ditched the joint in the coffee table ashtray and took a swig. Roman caught my eye, his brows rising in an unspoken question, and I circled my index finger in the air, indicating I was going to make a circuit of the crypts. He nodded, and I took off, letting my bottle dangle loosely from my fingers as I sauntered through the crowd. I didn’t need to worry about pushing my way through—people moved for me. That was the way it was and the way it always had been. My family’s legacy here was stellar. The Smith-Chamberlains were the lynchpins of Hatherley Hall.

Except…one thing was going to change.

My parents were going to give me shit when they found out I’d resigned as head boy, but I was sure I could spin a convincing enough story if it came to it. The truth was, the position had lost all its shine recently, and I couldn’t help but feel partly responsible for everything that had gone down with Roman and Quinn. Roman was my best friend—one of only two people I trusted with my life, the other being Knox—and the fact that things were happening beneath my nose that I wasn’t even aware of didn’t sit well with me.

I detoured to the left when I caught sight of Will and Katy against the wall. Will’s arm was loosely wrapped around Katy’s waist, the two prefects looking at ease in their surroundingsdespite the fact they’d never attended these parties before they’d befriended Elena. Will was a good, decent person. The type I pretended to be on the outside, but unlike me, he was good inside, too. He’d make a much better head boy than I ever would. And if not, we only had a few months left at Hatherley Hall before we all went our separate ways.

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