CHAPTER FIVE
COLTON I’M SITTING AT the table when Raylee enters the formal dining room and plops down beside me in her seat. Her mother and my father returned several minutes ago asking where she was, and I said she had excused herself and went upstairs. They both seemed to have bought it.
Her mother frowns, looking over Raylee to find she’s washed her face that is now clear of everything I did to her upstairs. Her bleach-blond hair has been put up in a wet, messy bun.
I did that!
I f****d not only her pretty face, but her tight cunt as well, and she had to shower afterward. My eyes drop to her hands that rest in her lap and see the marks left from my belt wrapped around her wrists. It makes me smile.
“Honey—”
Pushing her chair back, she stands, grabbing her purse, and interrupts her
