“Of Barbie giving herself to the rest of us.”
Kyan laughed darkly and Blake cocked his head as he looked at me like he was noticing something for the first time.
“She’s my student, I don’t care what she does with any of you or anyone else,” I said dismissively, refusing to so much as look her way as I drained my beer and reached for another one, sinking that one too.
“That’s it?” Saint asked with a knowing smirk on his face.
“I’m not some fucking predator,” I snapped.
“We’re all predators here of one nature or another,” Blake taunted with a laugh.
“Besides, she’s not that much younger than you,” Saint added. “And she’s beautiful, captivating, tempting.”
“None of that matters,” I said firmly.
“So kiss her and prove it,” Blake dared. “Prove you don’t like it.”
“No.”
“He’s a good boy,” Tatum added, batting her eyelashes at me. “He wouldn’t cross that line. No touching. Just looking.”
I tutted irritably and reached for another beer. I didn’t like the way this conversation was going, but losing my shit would only encourage them.
“If you like looking so much you should watch the tape Blake made of the two of them,” Kyan suggested with a dirty grin. “That shit is hot.”
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I demanded. “She didn’t give permission for him to make that fucking tape. Showing it to other people is breaking the fucking law. Not to mention disrespectful and-”
“Not if she gives her permission,” Blake interjected. “I’ve never shown it to anyone except Kyan and she was the one who said I could.”
“I’m not interested,” I insisted.
“Why?” Tatum taunted and it just pissed me off more that she was playing along with this shit. “Are you afraid you’ll like it?”
“No,” I said through gritted teeth. This was getting beyond a fucking joke now. And I was about five minutes away from walking out on their childish shit.
“What’s the problem then?” Tatum asked. “I don’t care if you guys watch it. I’m not ashamed of my body.”
“That’s because your body is fucking extraordinary,” Kyan said and Tatum flushed at the compliment, her eyes trailing over him as he covered his smirk by pressing his thumb to the corner of his mouth.
“This isn’t funny anymore,” I growled, but apparently I was the only one who didn’t think so.
Tatum leaned forward and dipped her fingers into Blake’s pocket and he smirked at her as she took her time rooting around for his phone.
“What are you doing?” I asked as she lifted the phone into her grip and Blake unlocked it for her.
“Taking control of my own destiny,” she said, her eyes twinkling in that way that always spelled trouble. She hadn’t even finished her second drink so I knew this wasn’t some drunken stupidity. She was the master of her own insanity. “And this tape can only hurt me if I’m ashamed of it. Which I’m not. Why should I be? I mean, I don’t exactly want it broadcasted to the entire world, but on my own terms, why shouldn’t I be able to enjoy it?”
“Our wild girl,” Kyan murmured appreciatively and the way he said our made my skin prickle. What did he mean by that? I knew they’d claimed some kind of ownership over her and I was supposed to have that hold on her too, but I didn’t really know what that meant to them. I knew they wanted control of her, but there was something almost tender in the way he’d said that word which didn’t sound like he was playing a game.
Before I could even consider questioning it though, the TV flashed to life as Tatum shared the file from Blake’s phone to it and my throat tightened as I found myself looking at her and Blake completely naked and fucking like they’d never get enough of each other.
My muscles tightened as my gaze stayed locked on the screen for way too long and her moans of pleasure washed over me as I drank in the mind blowing sight of her body bending to his.
I should have been getting up, walking out, closing my fucking eyes or something. But I was just staring at her, captivated by the movements of her body as I watched how much she was enjoying it.
My blood was getting hotter and I had to fight the urge to tug at the neck of my shirt. Or rearrange my fucking dick which was liking this way too much.
Christ, what the hell is happening right now?
My gaze stayed fixed to the screen as she cried out in pleasure and I shoved myself from my seat suddenly, striding for the door with my jaw locked in fury.
I didn’t give a shit about being rude or falling into the fucking trap they’d just set me. None of it mattered. I just needed to get the fuck away from that house, that girl.
I kicked on my sneakers and strode out into the rain without looking back. I got half way down the path before a hand caught my elbow and I twisted around to find her standing there with the rain pouring down over her blonde hair, her feet bare on the cold path and her blue eyes full of some emotion I couldn’t pinpoint.
“What?” I snarled.
“I didn’t mean to upset you,” she said, biting her lip. But all that really did was remind me of the way she’d been biting it in that video as Blake slammed his dick into her and she fought to meet his thrusts with the rocking of her hips.
“I’m not upset,” I snapped.
“I didn’t mean to make you angry then,” she tried.
“I’m not angry either,” I snarled. Though I was. But not at her. Not at the Night Keepers either really. I was
