Page 40 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares (The Society #1)

Issac

O ne little bottle spin was all it took to make me want to punch multiple people. Kash and Zoe for suggesting this bullshit in the first place. Levi for bringing us up here, and Ravi for the cocky smirk on his face. The bastard was enjoying this.

“You look pleased with yourself,” I grumbled at him.

Making her sit on my lap was almost as bad as watching porn and jerking off. I couldn’t take another night of that. At this point, it felt like I was walking around with a permanent hard-on.

I missed the days when I didn’t think about pussy all the fucking time. The second someone told me I couldn’t do something, it was all I wanted to do.

While I understood the fucked-up psychology behind that, my dick didn’t. It wouldn’t take much for Ravi to push me over the edge. Don’t get me wrong, my father’s added incentive definitely steered me in the direction he wanted.

I wanted that seat on the board and would happily claim Georgia to get it. But that didn’t mean I couldn’t hold out for a little bit. Besides, I would never let Ravi win that easily.

“Hurry up,” Zoe barked at Georgia. “We don’t have all night.”

Georgia stood where she was and looked back and forth from Kash to me. Every time her eyes landed on me, she would wring her hands, and her breathing picked up. Some might say it was fear, and given what I’d already done to her, that was a fair assumption.

But the slight dilation in her pupils said there was something else there. An attraction she might not recognize herself. She didn’t have that when she looked at Kash. Meaning she didn’t dress up for him.

I pulled my gaze over the curve in her hip and up to the swell of her breasts.

Maybe she dressed up for me? Did she want me to see how fantastic her ass looked in those jeans?

She put a lot of effort into her appearance tonight.

Curls in her hair, clothes that showed off her small hourglass figure, with just enough glitter on her face to highlight her cheekbones and brighten her vibrant emerald eyes.

She wanted me to see her, at least on an unconscious level.

I tipped my head and let my stare drop down her back.

The things I could do to that ass.

“Whatcha looking at?”

Fucking Ravi.

“Don’t worry about it.” I tore my eyes off Georgia and looked at him. “Your little plan isn’t going to work.”

Ravi shifted on the arm of the couch where he was seated and bent over to lean in closer to me. “We’ll see about that when she makes her choice. Although…” His eyes shifted from Georgia to Kash, then back to me. “There is another option.”

He wouldn’t.

He sat up and announced to the room, “Why make her choose. I think she should go in the closet with both of them.”

Motherfucker.

This was why Ravi was my second. I didn’t have many buttons, but the ones I did have, he knew about. And Kash Murphy was a big red button. He couldn’t have engineered a better outcome if he spun the bottle himself. And guess who was all on board with Ravi’s suggestion?

Zoe’s face lit right up. “I like that. Let’s go with that option.”

Sadistic bitch.

“Unless…” Zoe looked at me. “You have a problem with that, Issac?”

Oh, I had a big fucking problem with it.

And it wasn’t because I’d have to share Georgia.

I’d hand her off to any other man in this room.

Hell, I’d get off watching them fuck with her.

But not Kash Murphy. Fuck him. I’d die before I ever let that prick win one over on me.

And everyone in this room knew that. Hence, the glee openly displayed on Zoe’s face.

Don’t get me wrong, if we reversed the situation, I’d find this shit amusing as fuck. But this wasn’t about amusement. Zoe had been trying to poke at me since the day we met. Well, two could play at this game.

“The only thing I have a problem with Zoe … is the fucked-up relationship you have with your brother.”

There were close siblings, and then there were Zoe and Layton.

They made everyone around them uncomfortable.

Zoe would do shit like sit on his lap or walk in when he was in the shower.

One time, Levi caught them having a bath together.

They said they were just close, but it wouldn’t surprise me if they were fucking each other.

Zoe’s glare narrowed. “It’s not my fault that you don’t have a brother or sister to look out for you.”

There was a fucking joke. My brother couldn’t look out for himself, let alone me.

“I had a brother. He died.”

Georgia’s entire demeanor shifted as she turned to stare at me with big doe eyes. “Your brother died? That’s horrible. I’m sorry.”

“Why the fuck are you looking at me? Don’t you have a decision to make?’ I didn’t need, nor did I want, her sympathy. How sorry would she be if she knew that I killed him?

“The decision has already been made. She’s going in with both of you,” Zoe all too happily pointed out.

I huffed out, “Fine. Who’s going to time us?”

“I will,” Levi volunteered.

Whatever.

“Come on, Peaches.” I stood up and grabbed Georgia’s arm. “Let’s get this shit over with.”

Wait.” Her eyes rounded with fear. “You can’t be serious? I’m not going in there with both of you.”

What happened to all of the bravado she had a minute ago?

She could’ve walked away at any time. No one forced her to stay.

In fact, I didn’t even want to come here in the first place.

She was the one who was all excited to play a game.

The only person Georgia had to blame for this situation was herself.

“You wanted to play the game,” I snarled down at her, “So, play the fucking game.”

“Back off, Issac,” Kash interjected. “She doesn’t want to do it, and I’m not going to force her.”

Aww, look who was trying to play the hero.

“Stay out here then.” I shrugged and started pulled Georgia towards the closet in the back right corner of the room.

“Uh-huh.” Zoe shook her head. “The deal was that she went in the closet with both you and Kash. Otherwise, she loses.”

So what if she lost? “What are you going to do, not give her a gold star?”

“Well, I believe the consequences we agreed on—including Little Miss Virgin—were that she would have to strip and sit on Levi’s lap.”

Levi shot me a smirk.

Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen. And I couldn’t argue that no one else would do it, because they would just to prove me wrong.

“What’s it going to be? The closet or…” Levi patted his lap.

For some reason, Georgia stepped behind me as if I would shield her from Levi. I’d say she was dumb, but in this case, she was right. There was no way I was going to let her sit naked in front of Kash so he could ogle her goodies.

“Well, what the fuck do you want me to do? Kash won’t force her.” Pfft, pussy. He should be the one to sit on Levi’s lap.

“Hang on.” Ravi rose from the arm of the couch. “I’ll take Kash’s place.”

Huh? That worked, I guess. I wasn’t opposed to Ravi joining, but I wasn’t thrilled with the prospect either. He was up to something. However, it was better than sharing her with Kash.

“Fine,” I begrudgingly agreed.

Georgia, on the other hand, did not agree. I could feel panic coursing through her as she belted out, “You can’t do that.”

“Actually, he can,” Zoe tsked. “We didn’t say substitutions weren’t allowed.”

She was right.

Kash sprang out of his chair. “Ravi doesn’t need to go, I’ll do it.” His glare rolled over to me. “What kind of man would I be if I sent her in there with you two?”

I snorted at the fakeness of his statement.

Kash Murphy wasn’t the nice guy he pretended to be. He wasn’t doing this out of some desire to protect Georgia. Kash cared even less about her than I did. No, this was about winning for him.

That was the only reason he wanted back in. And I might’ve let him, just so I could show him who Georgia belonged to, if she wasn’t staring at him like he was her savior.

“You already declined,” I growled at Kash. “So, sit the fuck down.”

If any of our so-called friends had an ounce of decency, then they might’ve backed him up. But they didn’t. The only thing this crowd was interested in was destroying each other.

“But—”

“Sit down, Murphy,” Levi interrupted. “You had your chance.”

Levi wasn’t doing this to back me up. He was enjoying the show, plain and simple. Lord Levi Jacobs was a voyeur at heart. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had cameras planted all over this room, including in the closet.

“Sorry, man, better luck next time.” Ravi slapped his hand on Kash’s shoulder, then walked over to us.

While the situation amused everyone else, Georgia was not amused at all. She stood there with her mouth open, too shocked to move. Or she was scared. I didn’t really care, but I did enjoy the way her arm was trembling in my grip.

Levi shot Georgia a wink as Ravi grabbed her other arm and sang, “Have fun, Babydoll.”

Georgia didn’t do anything as we led her over to the closet. She didn’t argue, try to pull away, or even shake her head in defiance. She just stared off like she couldn’t believe this was happening. It was kind ofpathetic actually, and made me hate my dad a little more.

These party games were so immature. I loathed them.

Truth or Dare, Would You Rather, Spin the Bottle.

I’d rather slit my own throat, but at least I got some amusement from others’ discomfort.

But this… this wasn’t worth the effort it took to walk across the room.

If Georgia reacted like this over a stupid fucking game, then breaking her wasn’t going to be any fun at all.

I didn’t want a bride who would freeze when she got scared. I wanted someone who would fight. Someone who wouldn’t be afraid to dig her sharp little claws into my skin while she snarled and bit back. I wanted someone I could conquer, not someone who defeated herself.

Ravi must’ve picked up on my lack of enthusiasm because when we stepped into the closet, he smiled down at Georgia and whispered, “Where’s your pepper spray now, Sunshine?”