Devil Incarnate (Boys of Preston Prep #4) - Angel Lawson Page 0,9

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“Some club soda, please?” I’ve never had drunk sex worth writing home about. As I wait, accepting the soda with a small thanks, I wonder where this HotWetCox is going to take me. I’m starting to not even care. The static under my skin is getting beyond unbearable. I’d take it in a dirty club bathroom at this point.

I don’t have to wonder for long.

Two masculine hands come down on the bar, belonging to the two arms bracketing me from behind. I inhale against the large, ominous presence of him, his biceps brushing my shoulders. I can just barely feel the tip of a nose skimming my hair.

I shiver.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” a low voice rumbles into my ear, making me freeze. “You’re going to take that staircase to the left, walk to the back of the lounge, and go into the office there. You’re going to pull your panties off, bend over, and hike that dress up your hips.” He leans into me, mouth brushing the shell of my ear. “Then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be limping out of here. Any problem with that, Red?”

My wide, horrified eyes jump to his hands, one long forefinger tapping against the wood. My heart is suddenly vibrating more than anything else, because I know.

I know that voice.

Heston Wilcox has me caged in, but I’m not a dumb little Freshman anymore. I reach into my purse, wrapping my hand around the can of pepper spray my dad had insisted I attach to my key ring, and then I whirl around, striking out. My palm meets a solid wall of chest, shoving him back. He barely even moves.

At least, not until he really sees me.

Heston’s face shutters and then hardens, body jerking away. “You cannot be fucking serious.”

I brandish the pepper spray canister, my keys jangling loudly as I raise it. “Step back, or so fucking help me—”

His nostrils flare wide, jaw ticking. “What the fuck is this?” He swipes out and snatches the pepper spray, key ring and all, in one swift, effortless move. “Did my brother put you up to this?”

I flinch away, both at the quick motion and the way he advances on me, red-hot fury in his eyes. “You’re HotWetCox,” I realize, disgust roiling in my gut.

“Let me guess. You’re recording with your phone,” he says, tossing my keys carelessly onto the bar. “Think you can catch me fucking with you so you can turn me in again? Not going to happen.” I’m still trying to process the man in front of me. He looks the same—devastatingly hot—but he also looks tired, a little ragged around the edges. There are dark marks under his eyes and his shirt is uncharacteristically rumpled. He gives me a scathing look, lip curling back. “Like I’d ever go for the bitch who sold me out.”

Some of that horror holding me prisoner melts away, leaving only the hard exterior of my hatred for him. I snatch my keys from the bar without breaking his gaze. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’d rather shove a rusty fork into my eye than be bait for you.”

He laughs, but it’s flat and barbed, completely lacking in humor. That cold, mean glint in his eyes makes my spine want to jump out of my body and flee. “No, of course not. It’s far more believable that you’re whoring yourself out on the internet, Little Red Riding Cocks.”

Bristling, I sneer back. “Shouldn’t you be taking a fat one from behind, in prison?”

He moves faster than my eyes can process it, a big palm seizing the column of my neck. I gasp, jerking away, but I just knock into the bar, unable to run. His eyes burn into mine, teeth clenched. “You think this is joke, Haynes? You think it’s funny that you ruined my fucking life?”

I stare up at him, wide-eyed. The Heston I know is ruthless, cold, and mean. But outside of the rough sex, he isn’t the violent kind. That trait fell to the other Wilcox brother. But this Heston is ragged and frayed, something else altogether, and it means he’s unpredictable. I can tell because I’d know that wild thing sparking in his eyes anywhere. It’s probably sparking in mine as we speak.

It’s the byproduct of deprivation.

“Go ahead.” I swallow, knowing that he feels it against his palm. “Leave a mark on me, Heston. I’ll have you thrown back in jail so fast, you won’t even have time to close your AcadaNeeds account.”

His jaw