Page 36 of The Vengeance You Crave
No one speaks to me, and I know why. Fury surrounds me like a dark storm cloud, lightning just waiting for the perfect time to strike.
"Luca, are you—" Zayn cuts off whatever he was about to ask me when my eyes meet his. "Whoa, okay. Maybe later." He backs away with his hands up in defeat before disappearing around the corner.
When I look back to Peyton, Micah has fucked off, leaving me the perfect opening to take his place.
Her back is completely bare, making my semi only get harder as I imagine what little she's wearing under that sheet. Whoever wrapped her in it did a good job of making her look like the filthy slut that she is.
My hands tremble with restraint by the time I come to a stop behind her.
Her scent floods my senses, making my mouth water as the bare skin of her back burns my front through my shirt.
She freezes before me as if without looking that she knows it's me.
"Who's your new friend?" I ask innocently, sliding my hand in the back of her hair and tugging until she has no choice but to look up at me.
"Luc, this is Peyton. Peyton meet Luca, Panther’s captain, lady killer, douchebag extraordinaire."
"Hey," I complain, ripping my eyes from Peyton's narrowed ones to look at Ella who's thankfully stopped running her mouth. "What did I ever do to you?"
"Aside from not showing me heaven."
"Ignore her," Letty shouts over the music. "She's wasted. Makes her mouth a little easy."
"From what I hear, it's not just her mouth. Might want to watch that one, bro," I say to Brax, who's grinding up against her. "You have no idea where she's been."
"Fuck you, Luc," Ella hisses but sways on her feet, showing just how drunk she is.
"How did you miss the dress code for tonight?" Letty asks while Kane stares daggers at me and Peyton squirms against my hold.
I move against her with the music, my hand on her waist ensuring she rolls her hips with me, rubbing her ass against my quickly growing cock.
"Yeah, I must have missed that."
"Do you two know each other?" Kane asks, clearly not missing Peyton's reaction to me.
"Nope. But I've got a feeling we're about to. What do you say, Pink? Wanna come get a drink with me?"
My fingers both twist in her hair and dig into her waist ensuring only one answer falls from her lips.
"A drink with the famous QB1 of the Panthers. How could a girl say no?" she purrs sweetly. So much so, it's almost believable.
"Don't expect her back." I wink at Kane while Letty tenses in his hold. She probably thinks I'm doing this to teach her a lesson for being with him, but that's far from the truth. Letty isn't even on my radar right now. "Let's go," I growl in Peyton's ear, releasing her hair and steering her out of the room.
I swing by the kitchen for a bottle of vodka and thankfully, we bump into Owen, the Kappa president.
"Dunn, did you forget something?" he asks, taking in my clothes.
"Nope, I've got it right here. Listen, I need a favor." I lean into his ear, whispering my request so that Peyton can't hear.
He nods and in seconds pulls a key from somewhere in his toga. I wrap my fingers around it, trying to ignore the fact it's warm.
"Enjoy, man. And if you make a mess, clean it the fuck up."
"You got it, man. Later."
He nods at me, and with my hand still locked around Peyton's waist, I direct her outside and around the side of the impressive building, ensuring we go in the opposite direction of where I last saw Leon and head toward the pool house.
"Luca, what the hell are you doing?" she hisses, but at no point does she try to escape me. I tell myself that it's because she wants to be with me and not just because she doesn't want to make a scene in front of a massive portion of MKU.
