Page 23 of Cruel Crypts
She glared up at me. “Spoiled rich boy, used to getting whatever you want whenever you want. Guess what? Life doesn’t always work out the way we want it to. Get over it.”
Lowering my head, I unfolded my arms. My breath skated across her lips. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Get. Over. It. And welcome to the real world, where things don’t always go to plan.”
“This is the real world. My world. You don’t belong here.”
She laughed without humour, her huge eyes glittering with barely suppressed ire as her body pressed forwards, her soft curves moulding against my hard lines. “I know that. I want to be here even less than you want me here.” Her soft, pouty lips were almost brushing against mine. “But I—”
I cut off the rest of her words with my mouth, slamming it down on hers. She made a soft noise of surprise but almost instantly kissed me back, her arms winding around my neck as I backed her up against the nearest tombstone.
Fuck. I was already so fucking hard, and I resented her even more for this effect she had on me. Tearing my mouth away from hers, I stepped backwards, dragging a hand across my mouth. “Fuck you.”
She stared at me with wide eyes, breathing hard, her mouth open.
“Get out,” I said, my voice low. When she didn’t move, I slammed my palm out onto the wooden door, making it judder. “Get. Out.Now.”
Her mouth snapped shut, and she turned on her heel, stalking out of the room. I heard her footsteps on the stone stairs and then the slam of the entrance door as she shut it behind her.
With a frustrated groan, I entered my bedroom, throwing myself onto the bed on my back. Even though I hated myself for it…and her, my hand was already opening my jeans and shoving my underwear down. When my fingers wrapped around my hard, aching cock, I gritted my teeth, stroking myself hard and fast to thoughts of the last girl I wanted to think about but couldn’t get out of my head.
14
KNOX
Idrove aimlessly through Nottswood on autopilot. Last night had been such a fuck-up. I should’ve been on a high—Hatherley Hall had won our lacrosse game, beating Beaufort 13-9, and I’d scored a hat trick, which left Saunders grinning smugly at me afterwards, telling me that the extra practices I’d done had paid off. It was Link’s birthday, I was back in the crypts where I belonged, and I could guarantee a fuck by the end of the night.
Until Elena had come along and ruined every-fucking-thing.
I’d only taken Freya into that room to fuck with Elena’s head. I’d planned to taunt her and then take Freya next door so she could suck my cock, which had been hard most of the fucking night. But my plans had been completely derailed, as they had been today, both times thanks to Elena fucking Greenwood, and now I was here instead of with my friends.
My phone buzzed with a text, interrupting my thoughts, and when the message preview appeared on my watch, I immediately pulled off the road to read it properly.
Unknown:
This is Nitro. I was told you wanted information
I raised a brow at the nickname. Clearly, this was Roman’s cousin Weston. Whatever, I guessed hackers had to have code names, so I played along with it, saving the number in my contacts as Nitro.
Me:
Yeah. My parents hired someone as a nanny to my sister and she has a daughter. Something about them is sus, I need any info I can get
Nitro:
OK. I’ll send you a link to a secure server. Upload anything you can get me. Employment records, passport, birth certificates, photos. The more info the better. I’ll see what I can do
Me:
Appreciate it. I’ll send through everything I can
He replied a minute later with a link, and that was all the motivation I needed. Starting up the car again, I turned around and headed towards home.
* * *
The house was silent when I returned from driving the empty streets, and my mind was no clearer than it had been before I left. It was late enough that everyone should be asleep by now, and so I made my way to my dad’s home office, where I was hopeful that most of the information I needed would be located. Shit like passports and birth certificates would probably be with Elena and her mother in their accommodation, but there should be copies here at least.
Because of his law background, my dad liked to keep huge amounts of paperwork for everything, and not only that, but he also didn’t trust computers, so he had paper copies of everything. Environmentally friendly, he was not. This time, it worked in my favour because I wouldn’t have to waste time trying to figure out his computer password.