“Get the fuck out!” she screeches, and I rip my eyes from Dillon’s hard-on, lifting my chin up.
His grin is extra smug now, and he spreads his thighs wider, drilling me with that magnetic gaze. “You’re welcome to join us, princess. The more, the merrier.” He licks his lips, watching my expression, as he curls his hand around his erection and gives it a few quick pumps.
Lust coils tight in my lower belly and my mouth feels suddenly dry as I stand rooted to the spot.
“Get lost, bitch,” the girl says, standing and slanting me a look that says she’s ready to bring her claws to the party.
Snapping out of it, I race from the room with Dillon’s laughter following my every step. Once out in the hallway, I slump against the wall, breathing heavily. My panties are plastered to my body, my skin is flushed, and every cell and nerve ending comes alive in a way it hasn’t in a long time. Embarrassment washes over me, and I hang my head until I remember whose room they are in.
Racing back into my bedroom, I grab the girl by the hair, yanking her off Dillon. “This is my room, and my apartment, and you’ve outstayed your welcome. Get the fuck out!” I hiss.
“Let go of me, you stupid bitch,” the girl says as footsteps thud in the hallway outside.
“Jesus,” Ronan says, bursting into the room with Ash hot on his heels.
Ash shrieks, turning back around. “For fuck’s sake, Dil, put your cock away unless you want to scar me for life.”
Dillon chuckles, standing proudly, his hard dick practically winking at me as Ronan drags the girl from my room. She’s shrieking like a hyena, screaming she’s going to kick me in the cunt—how lovely—but I can’t drag my eyes from the manwhore in front of me.
“Liking what you see, princess?” he asks, purposely flicking his tongue out, demonstrating he has a piercing there too.
My body prickles with arousal, and I really need to get him the fuck out of my bedroom. I stare him straight in the eyes. “You’re every bit as disgusting as your friend. And stop calling me that.”
“Are you decent yet?” Ash asks, still hiding her eyes.
“Nope.” Dillon flashes me a grin, showcasing a set of straight white teeth. “I might just stay like this. There’s nothing more freeing than being at one with nature.”
“I think your brother is an exhibitionist, or he likes trying to shock people,” I say, maintaining eye contact. “Pity it won’t work on me.”
“Get fucking dressed, Dil,” Ash snaps. “Or I’m telling Ma you flashed my new best friend.”
“You sure about that, Princess Grace,” he sneers, refusing to respond to his sister. Bending down, he slowly pulls his boxers and jeans up his legs, and I’m grateful he’s at least listening to her about that.
“Think what you like about me. I don’t care.” I shrug, relaxing a little now his cock is safely tucked back in his jeans.
He stalks toward me, putting his face all up in mine. At this angle, I spot a little bump in the center of his nose I didn’t notice before. “I think you do care. You want everyone to love you because Mommy and Daddy always told you what a precious princess you were. It bugs you that I can’t stand you. That everything you represent annoys the fuck out of me.”
“Everything I represent?” I shout, shoving him away from me as Ash races to his side.
“Pretty little princess with her pathetic purple roses in her palace rented with Mommy and Daddy’s money,” he slurs.
I moved my flowers in here, away from prying eyes, for a reason. Knots twist in my gut as my eyes dart briefly to the framed pictures by my bedside. One photo shows me with my parents, and the second is a pic of Audrey and me from graduation. Did he recognize my mom and dad and that’s where his comment is coming from? Fuck, I hope not, because the last thing I need is this jerk learning my true identity. I very much doubt Dillon O’Donoghue would keep it a secret, and there’s no way I want to be beholden to him.
A sneer paints his handsome face with an ugly veneer, and I step back as Ash thumps him in the arm, shouting abuse at him. But we’re locked in our own little bubble, ignoring our surroundings.
“Wow. That’s some fucked-up generalization right there. You know nothing about me. Nothing about my life. And you don’t get to come into my apartment and spout this shit at me.”
“You think you’re so superior, like all arrogant rich wankers,” he says, slurring his words again. I don’t care if he’s smashed. Nothing gives him the right to break into my room and then insult me to my face.