This Is War (The Society #2)

by Ivy Smoak

“What was that supposed to prove? Other than that someone named Rob is definitely best friends with Matt.” “No! You take that back. I’m Matt’s best friend.”

“What the hell is that?” I asked. “Your wig, Mistress.” “Unless we’re going to some weird colonial history camp, then that is not my wig.” “Hmm…” said Nigel. “Are you certain?” “My wig is black. And not curled. Or powdered.”

He didn’t even have to think about it. “When blue wins, you go out with me tomorrow night.” Fat chance. I swallowed down the lump of sugary goodness. “And if Ryder and I win?” Cole gave me his cockiest grin. “Then I’ll let you go out with me tomorrow night.”

“Then how did the egg explode?” asked Tanner. “Magic?” I suggested. Nigel’s eyes got big. “I’m not a magical boy. I’m a normal boy. Right, Master?” “Indeed. Nigel is a very normal boy.”

“But, but… You two hate each other!” “We do. But I’m willing to put that aside for your pleasure.”

“Look back at me now,” said Tanner. “Look at me when you come.”

“Here’s how this is going to go,” he said. “If I say lick, you lick. If I say suck, you suck. And if I say choke, you fucking choke. And let me be very clear. You’re going to choke.” He ran his fingers through my hair. “Is that clear?”

“That depends,” he said. “Your boyfriend is going to wake up any second. And when he does, you have one simple task: make him jealous as hell. If you can get him to honk the horn before I cum, then I’ll bend you over that hood and fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked.”