Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,58

I could use a little decorum. “I don’t want head, Haynes.”

She narrows her eyes. “Then what?”

Still, I let her sweat for a moment, swiveling back and forth in my seat. “There’s an invitational meet tomorrow, and our swim team is hosting. Coach James left me a list of chores that need to be done before morning and then taken down on Sunday. Since you skipped class, that list is yours. That is, unless you want to barter—and not for sex.” I lean back in my seat. “I need information.”

She frowns, looking suspicious. “What kind of information?”

“What do you know about the Devils?”

Her expression gives nothing away. “I know you imploded them with your bullying and harassment.”

“Hilarious.” I roll my eyes. “I’m talking about the new Devils.”

“What new Devils?” she asks innocently.

“Oh, cut the shit,” I snap, leveling her with a hard look. “I’ve seen the mark on your neck, Little Red. And your initials are carved up in the stairway. You’re someone’s Plaything. You’re going to tell me whose.”

I doubt it’s McAllister. Emory, maybe. Irritation flickers through me at the idea of the two of them together. Not that I’m jealous. Hell no. I’ve already proven just about anyone can get in between her legs. I’m pissed that Emory or whoever it is isn’t a little more discriminatory. There’s nothing to this girl. She’s shallow and vapid. Playthings are supposed to be above the rest, not easy lays.

The thing is, it’s a problem. If Georgia is loyal to this guy, then the best-case scenario is that she’s still fucking him. The worst case is that she actually has some kind of attachment. Neither of those gels with my goals to get close to her.

She hesitates, and for a moment, I actually think she might cave. For some reason, I’m oddly disappointed at the prospect. It’s as if being proven right—finding out just how loyal she isn’t—is sort of bumming me the fuck out.

She purses her lips, eyes unreadable. “I have a tattoo of the school symbol. I’ve got team spirit.” She pumps her fist lamely. “Go, Devils.”

So she is loyal. Whoever it is must have some kind of hold on her.

Son of a bitch.

Shrugging, I try, “I don’t know why you’d bother lying for him. Whoever he is, he’s obviously not satisfying your needs.”

Her jaw goes slack. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I wave a hand at her. “The way you walk around here, always all horny and worked-up. It might not be obvious to other people, but I can see it from a mile away. This guy isn’t taking care of his duties.”

She drops her arms, hand curling around the pen I realize she’s been holding in her palm. “I’m no one’s duty.”

“You could be mine,” I say, eyes drifting down her tight little body. Those soft tits. The full hips, probably still wearing my bruises. Her pussy, always so wet and tight for me. Yeah, this job isn’t exactly a burden. “Dick on tap, remember? If you were my Plaything, I’d drop everything I was doing to satisfy you.”

She laughs, head shaking. “One? I don’t believe that for a second. And two? I’ll never be yours, Heston. Never.” She’s still holding that pen, and she hides it pretty well, but the tremor in her shoulder gives away what she’s doing.

She’s jabbing it into her thigh.

Hard.

That’s when I know this is all but done. Little Red is going to cave. It might be days—fuck, it might be hours—but she’s going to say yes. She’s going to give herself to me.

My dick’s already getting hard at the prospect. “Here’s the list of things that need to be done tonight. Don’t miss anything,” I command, handing her the clipboard.

“Wait,” she says, staring down at the list. “You’re still making me do this? I gave you information.”

“You gave me fuck-all, Haynes.” I stand and circle the desk, feeling a few pounds lighter. I hadn’t realized how much I’ve been sweating this. It almost makes me laugh. “You can start after class is over.”

She gapes at the list, which admittedly is long. I hadn’t wanted to do it all alone, so this little situation is a win-win for me.

“There’s a football game in an hour,” she whines, those big green eyes gazing up at me. “There’s no way I can get all of this done in time.”

“You should have thought about that before you skipped my class.” I loop my whistle around my neck, noticing that Micha just arrived on the pool deck.

“But you—”