Page 12 of Ella's Masquerade
“That’s an intriguing proposition, ladies,” I admitted.But not for the reasons you assume.
Having them both in any position I wanted would be a dream come true. Because I’d tie them to a stake and burn them alive.
Man, how did Isabella live with these cunts?
“So what do you say, hotshot?” Ryan asked, her voice taking on a husky tone before brushing her lips over my jaw.
I say I need a shower, love,I thought, fighting off a gag and instead forcing my lips to curl. “It’s going to take more than a dance to humiliate her to the point of a breakdown,” I said, needing an excuse to have as much access to Isabella as possible. “We’re talking months for what you’re looking for, which means I’ll be requiring more than one night between the two of you.”
Intrigue flashed in Ryan’s features. “It sounds like you have some experience in breaking a woman.”
Now I really did smile, my hand sliding to the small of her back to splay against her spine. “You have no idea, sweetheart,” I drawled against her ear and pulled back. “If you want my services, you’re going to have to pay. Significantly.”
The girls shared a look, devious energy practically breeding between them.
I had them right where I wanted them.
Not only would they provide me with every excuse to get closer to Isabella, but they would also thank me for it.
For every moment up until they learned the truth.
And their stepsister destroyed them.
Fucking beautiful. I couldn’t wait.
“All right,” Ryan murmured. “Convince Ella to attend Homecoming with you this weekend. Do that, and we’ll know you’re serious. Then we can talk about a price.”
“Homecoming,” I repeated, pretending to think it over.
Clearly, Isabella hadn’t said a word to anyone about my proposition this morning. Not that I was surprised. She had no intention of joining me. But I’d change her mind soon enough.
“We’ll give you a taste of what’s to come Saturday night,” Ryan added in an attempt to sweeten the deal. “Consider it a test both ways. We’ll see if you’re as good as you seem to think you are, and we’ll prove we’re better than you could ever dream.”
I smirked. “I think you have that backward, dove.” I tapped her on her nose. “Because I’m far better than you could ever dream.”
“Then prove it,” she taunted. “Take Ella to Homecoming.”
“If I do, the game begins,” I warned. “And I have to pretend to be hers, or there’ll be no future play.”
Respect gleamed in Ryan’s irises. “Understood. We’ll be discreet.”
I nodded. “Then you have yourself a test play, sweets.” My palm went to her hip again, squeezing. “Now tell me your names.”
They both giggled, shaking their heads. “As if you don’t know,” Ryan said.
“I don’t.” A total lie, but I enjoyed seeing some of the light dim from their eyes.
“Really?” Carmen sounded shocked.
“First day, new guy, remember?” I released Ryan. “I don’t even know who this Ella is yet.”
“The girl you dunked in swim class,” Carmen replied, her brow furrowing.
“Cinder?” I asked, snorting. “I thought this was supposed to be a challenge?”
Ryan laughed outright, shaking her head. “Oh, new guy, you have no idea. And I’m Ryan. This is Carmen. You’ll know all about us by the end of the week, assuming you don’t skip all your classes.”
I feigned amusement. “You heard about my day, did you?” I folded my arms to afford me some breathing room because their perfume was starting to give me a headache. Neither chick received the message.
