Stepbrother's Dirty Little Slut

5

Getting out of the car, I walk to my trunk and hear whispers from kids that linger outside of the house while “Bad Moon” by Hollywood Undead plays from the inside.

“f**k,” one guy hisses.

“Go get them,” another orders.

I smile to myself. Yes, go get them. Not sure why they’re so surprised to see me here. I f*****g live here too. Do they expect me to go into hiding because of the video? If that’s the case, then they don’t know who I am. But they’re about to find out.

I grab the metal baseball bat and small can of gasoline, not even bothering to shut the trunk. I’m not here to hide what I’m about to do.

As I walk over to his car, my mother’s six-inch, red Christian Louboutin heels clap on the blacktop driveway. You gotta look your best when you decide to show your crazy. Otherwise, you’re just another stupid b***h like all the rest. Any woman can allow a man to make her go insane. The point is to stand out—be remembered and feared for your toxicity—but look fuckable while you’re doing it.

Coming to a stop at his car, I catch sight of some of the partygoers as they start running out the front double doors of the house as if there’s a fire inside. I ignore them and set the five-gallon gas can on the ground, grip the bat, and swing it at the driver’s side window.

“f**k!” I hiss when it hits the glass and bounces back. My hands and arms vibrate from the motion, making them sting. This is harder than it looks. Removing one hand at a time, I try to shake them out.

“Oh my god, Ray. What the f**k are you doing?” I hear Tatum—my best friend—yelling while she runs down the front steps in a black mini-dress and Dior heels.

I could ask her why the f**k she’s at my house partying when she told me she had other plans tonight when I offered to go out on a double date, but I don’t. Instead, I stay on track. Widening my stance, I make sure to put all my weight on the balls of my feet. I’d hate to fall off the back of my heels. Gripping the bat tighter, I swing again. It bounces off this time as well.

“You—”

Sucking in a deep breath, I let out a scream, interrupting her, and swing the bat. This time, I aim for the edge, making it shatter. “Thank fuck.” I sigh. That’d be pretty damn embarrassing if I couldn’t get it done with an audience. I toss the bat to the side and reach inside the now broken window, being careful not to cut my arm, to unlock it with a laugh. “Look at that.” It was already unlocked. Of course, the motherfucker wouldn’t have his car locked because no one would ever f**k with his s**t.

I could have checked first, but if you ask anyone who knows me, they’ll tell you that I can be dramatic. Plus, I just like to break s**t. It can be very therapeutic.

When I pop the door open, the broken glass falls at my feet, and my heels crush it while I pick up the gas can. Looking inside, seeing the shattered glass covering the black and gray seats and floor makes me smile. Unscrewing the lid, I reach in and start shaking the can, letting the gas sprinkle all over. I don’t really think there’s a right or wrong way to do it. It’s not like I googled it or anything. I’m just going by what feels natural.

Then I think what the hell and toss the entire thing into the car. I remove the lighter from inside my shirt, light it up, and throw it in as well before taking a few steps back.

Fuck, that felt good.

COLTON

“YOU LIKE THAT?” Amy asks, riding my c**k.

“Yeah,” I lie, fighting a yawn. I need a drink, a hit, anything to help me out. I’m f*****g bored as s**t.

“Hmm,” she moans, throwing her head back while her hips move back and forth.

My eyes trail down over her fake t**s and thin waist. I wasn’t really in the mood to f**k, but when she offered it downstairs, I thought sure, why not?

Someone knocks on my bedroom door.

“Go away,” I growl, my fingers digging into her hips, needing more. Her boobs don’t even move while she grinds back and forth like it’s doing something for me, not bothered by someone trying to interrupt us.

“Colt—”

“I’m busy!” I sit up, glaring over her shoulder at the door. Persistent motherfucker. “Leave me the f**k—”

The door opens, and Finn leans against the doorframe. His green eyes drop to Amy’s bare ass. Tilting his head to the side, he licks his lips and announces, “Raylee’s here.”

I smile at his words, and Amy reaches up, running her hands through my hair. “She’s seen the video.” I knew it wouldn’t take long for her to return from her date.

He laughs, nodding once and still eyeing Amy, who has stopped f*****g me. “Oh, she saw it all right. She’s setting your car on fire as we speak.”

“What?” I bark. Shoving Amy away, she falls off the side of the bed to the floor with a thud. “f**k!”

“I’m sure you deserved it.” Amy laughs, not the least bit upset that I just tossed her aside. We’ve been drinking for hours, but I’m not drunk like her, so I don’t find this funny.

Not even bothering with a shirt, I run down the stairs, trying to pull my jeans up, and storm out the open front doors to see a fire raging inside of my car. “Motherfucker!”

“Damn.” Alex chuckles, already on the porch, enjoying the show. Not even bothering to stop her. “The b***h actually did it. I thought they were joking.”

My teeth grind. I don’t even give two shits about the car. No, I care that the pretty little princess is standing next to it, arms crossed over her chest, staring up at me with a smile on her face.

She’s such a little b***h.

“Get everyone off the property,” Finn orders, coming to join us on the porch. He was much slower than me coming to see the show. “We don’t need an audience watching us take care of her.”

“No,” I disagree, not taking my eyes off her.

She’s got her head c****d to the side, her long bleach-blond hair over one shoulder. She usually curls it, but it’s straight tonight. I imagine walking over to her, wrapping it around my fist, and dragging her into the house and up to my room, where I tie her facedown to my bed and beat her ass with my belt. Tears running down her face while she begs me to stop before I f**k the b***h out of her. Then leave her there, face covered in my c*m, unsatisfied and humiliated. That would teach her a lesson. But I also know she’d enjoy that.

“No?” Finn chuckles. “Seriously, man? She just set your car on fire.” He points at it as if I don’t see the flames engulfing it.

Choosing not to explain myself, I ignore him, and my eyes drop to her red heels and run up over her tan, toned legs. She wears a pair of black jean shorts frayed on the bottom with a black V-neck T-shirt. Simple yet so f*****g attractive at the same time. Raylee is the devil in a woman’s body. She’s vindictive, manipulative, and incredibly f*****g sexy. It’s a sin really to look that good. And I should be ashamed of how obsessed I’ve become with her.

“The girl is f*****g crazy,” Jenks mumbles, walking out of the house with a cigarette between his lips while he lights it. His jeans are also undone, but at least he has a shirt on.

“Where the hell were you?” Finn asks him as if he would have been able to stop her.

“Getting my d**k sucked.” He takes a drag from the cigarette and blows it out. “Where were you?” he counters, and Finn just lets out a huff without responding.

“What did you expect?” Alex sighs, turning his attention to me. “You released that video. We knew she’d come after you.”

I stand, anchored to the porch. If I make one move, I’ll f*****g kill her, and there are too many witnesses. Even I wouldn’t be able to buy my way out of a murder charge with all these motherfuckers recording right now. No, I’ll get my revenge later. When we’re alone. On my time. My way.

She slowly makes her way across the driveway. One hooker heel in front of the other, head held high, shoulders back, pushing her large chest out, and her hands on her narrow hips. While she walks up the stairs, my eyes stay on hers, smoke billowing around her from people throwing water on the fire. The lights from the house make her crystal blue eyes shine, and I hate that my c**k is hard, and it has nothing to do with the naked woman on the floor in my bedroom.