Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
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At the stoplight, I tightened my hand around the steering wheel and peered over at Astrid. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her knees bouncing, and her gaze was focused on the window on the passenger side.
She hadn’t wanted to go to Diya’s house, like she had apparently promised her after we finished up the movie. So, now, I was stuck taking her annoying ass home.
“Did you tell Cairo’s maids what I liked to eat?” she asked.
“Why the fuck would I do that?” I growled, clutching the steering wheel.
“Because Cairo didn’t.”
“Maybe you’re just predictable.”
“Predictable?” she repeated. “Maybe you just like me.”
“Like you?” I scoffed. “You fucking wish.”
“Well, you’re the only one in The Crew who knows what I like to eat.”
“You’re crazy.”
“I’m not.”
“Yes, you are.”
There was a long pause.
“Why couldn’t Calix take me home?” she muttered. “I hate you.”
“Because he doesn’t like you as much as you think he does.”
“And you do?”
“Fuck no,” I growled. “We live in the same house, so I’m stuck with you. Besides, if you wanted Calix to take you home, then you should’ve gone in his car to his house, where your supposed best friend is waiting for you.”
“And let her know that he and I are dating?! Hell no.”
“You and Calix are not dating,” I said through clenched teeth, knuckles whitening. “He just wants to fuck you. That’s all you’re worth to any of The Crew. Just some easy piece of meat that we can all use.”
Astrid snapped her gaze over to mine, eyes wild. I bit back a smirk, knowing that my words had gotten underneath her skin. She flared her nostrils, and I pressed on the gas to continue driving toward our house.
“I am not,” she snarled.
“Sure.”
She shoved me hard on the shoulder. “I am not. Take it back.”
“What? You want me to lie to you?”
After glaring at my profile for another moment, she turned her stare to the windshield. “You’re a piece of shit. Just because you want to fuck me doesn’t mean that that’s what the other guys only want.”
“Get your head out of your ass. I don’t want to fuck you.”
“Suuuuure,” she said, spitting my words back at me. “Seemed like you did earlier.”
“You have nice tits. That’s all.”
“Wish I could say the same about your dick.”
I flared my nostrils and slammed on the brakes, glaring at her. “The fuck did you say?”
“You heard me.”
“Repeat it.”
She smirked at me. “No.”
“Repeat it, Hellcat. I dare you.”
Tongue running across the front of her teeth, she faced me again. “Wish I could say—”
Before she could finish her sentence, I curled my hand around the front of her throat and pinned her to the passenger seat. “Be careful what you say next or else I’ll make sure I get you on record, begging for my cock inside your throat.”
Astrid pressed her legs together.
“Is that what you want, Hellcat?” I asked, drawing my thumb down her neck. My dick hardened inside my jeans. I strummed my fingers against her skin. “You want your stepbrother to ruin you for anyone else?”
“Fuck,” she said, glaring at me, “you.”
“You must want that so badly, huh? You keep repeating it as if you’re daring me to.”
Instead of responding, she narrowed her eyes at me.
That brat.
“You can be a brat with Cairo all you want,” I said. “He probably lets you walk all over him. But with me, that mouth and those eyes are going to get you thrown out of my car, on the side of the road, so I can shove my cock down your throat and make you apologize for it.”
“Mmhmm,” she hummed. “I’m sure that you’re going to—”
I pulled over to the side of the road, got out of the car, stormed around it to her side, and yanked her door open. Tonight, she’d learn not to test my patience. And I would rejoice in every moment of making her my dirty, filthy little whore.