Chapter 97
CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN
ASTRID
A sheer white top hugged my braless body, my nipples poking through the thin material and my tits on full display for the entire Redwood student body who was at A’dré’s party.
Music thumped through my ears, bodies ground together in the living room, and guys turned to peer over at me with lustful gazes.
I ignored them and continued through the crowd with Ruby.
Astrid the good little virgin would’ve had a major problem with how I was dressed, but I wasn’t that innocent girl anymore.
Not even a bit.
After straightening my shoulders, I grabbed Ruby’s hand so we wouldn’t get separated. Diya had texted me that she might swing by after I asked her earlier, but we hadn’t talked much since everything had gone down.
“You look so hot!” Ruby shouted over the music. “First the sheer top, and now … no panties?!”
My cheeks reddened, and I glanced back at her to see her wiggling her brows. “How do you know that?”
“Your skirt’s too short,” she said with a smirk. “Everyone can see everything.”
“Good,” I hummed, making it to the kitchen. I grabbed two beers, one for her and one for me, and headed toward the back room. “Let them gawk. I kinda like it.”
“You like their stares, or you like the thought of what The Crew will do to anyone who touches you?”
I sipped the beer and giggled. “You know me too well.”
My gaze locked on to Calix, who lounged on the leather couch, his legs spread like he owned the fucking world. He was sipping on a beer, too, his dark gaze on me. Arch sat beside him, his jaw twitching when he saw me, and then he stood.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” he snarled.
Frasier smirked in my direction and shoved him back down on the couch as he walked toward me. “Look at you. You look so fucking sexy, Hellcat.” He curled his arm around my waist, dragging me away from Ruby, who started flirting with someone else.
Cairo lingered behind the couch, his hungry gaze on me. Later, I knew he’d punish me for this. His eyes told me everything that he’d happily do to put me in my place.
Warmth exploded through my core, and I looked over at Rush, who had that expression on his face again. But what used to be unreadable to me was now clear as day. He loved what I was wearing and would probably sneak me out to his car later.
“You didn’t have to wear such slutty clothes to get our attention,” Arch growled, though his gaze was locked on to mine now. “You already know that we own you.”
I walked away from Frasier and took a seat between Calix and Arch on the couch, between all my guys. “Is that so?”
“Yes,” Rush said behind me, his voice gruff.
“You’re ours,” Cairo said.
Calix trailed his nose up the column of my neck. “All fucking ours.”
“Say it, Hellcat,” Frasier said.
My lips curled into a smile. “I’m yours.”
Yes, I was really theirs. After all, they were the ones who had turned me into the good virgin gone bad.
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