Page 40 of Wicked Games (Silvercrest U #1)

“You want it?” I whisper in his ear.

He nods and arches his back enticingly.

I pull my hand free so I can spit on my fingers, then press my slippery digit against his hole. He immediately pushes back and lets out a deep sigh when I breach him.

“Are you sure?” Jax asks Wiliam.

Both twins have their attention fixed on him, but William’s gaze keeps returning to me and Felix.

“I’m sure,” he says quickly.

“Then you won’t mind if we take a look around your room.” Jax snaps the blade closed and slips it into his pocket.

“Yeah, no problem,” William says quickly, relief washing over his features.

“And your phone.” Jace flips his knife closed and rolls the handle over his knuckles.

“And computer,” Felix adds, his voice low and thready as he clenches around my finger.

“And computer.” Jace shoots Felix a smirky smile. “Anything else you want us to do to him?”

“Your wish is our command,” Jax adds. “Just say the words and we’ll make it happen.”

“Anything?” Felix asks and pushes back against my finger so I slip deeper inside him.

“Anything,” the twins say together.

Felix tips his head back and meets my gaze. “What do you think, big brother?” he asks, a smile tilting his full lips. “You want a few minutes with him so you can show him exactly what happens when someone fucks with you?”

I can’t stop myself from dropping a quick kiss against his lips. “You wanna see me fuck him up?”

He nods and licks his lips.

My dick pulses against his back, and I peck another kiss against his lips.

“I hope you know what you’re asking for,” I say, a hint of warning in my voice.

“Once I give into my anger, the only way to turn it off is to let it burn out. So if you don’t want me to kill him, I’m gonna have to get the rest of it out somehow.

” I rub my finger over his prostate to let him know exactly what I mean.

“Tell me what you want, kitten, and it’s yours. ”

He jams his hips back so I sink all the way inside him and immediately rocks his hips so he’s fucking himself on my finger. “Do it. Make him pay, then make me pay.”

“The gentleman has spoken.” Jace grabs William under one arm and hauls him up. “On your feet.”

William tries to pull out of Jace’s grip, but Jax grabs him by the throat, stopping his struggles in their tracks.

“Hey, kid?” Jace calls. “Do you care if we fuck him up first, or do you want us to wait until after your man has his turn?”

“Wait until Killian is done,” he calls back, still rocking on my finger so I’m sliding in and out of his tight passage. “Then you can do whatever you want to him.”

William lets out a pathetic gurgle when Jax lets go of his throat. His fear-filled eyes lock on me and Felix as the twins step away to give me some space.

I press a quick kiss against Felix’s temple and gently pull my finger out of him. He whimpers at the loss, but he’s smiling as I slip out from behind him.

“Please,” William begs as I roll my neck and shoulders to loosen up.

“Please, what?” I flex my hands a few times and let the anger and rage that’s been simmering under my skin since I discovered Felix missing from my room once again fill me.

“Don’t.” He takes a stumbling step back.

“Don’t what?” I step closer to him.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers, his eyes filling with tears.

“And what are you sorry for?”

“For everything.”

“Not good enough.” I take two steps closer to him.

He scrambles back until he slams into the wall behind him.

“I want you to tell me exactly what you’re sorry for.”

“I’m sorry for sleeping with your girlfriend,” he says in a rush.

“And.”

“And for drugging Felix.”

“You know what the ironic part of this whole situation is?” I ask him.

He flicks his eyes toward the door.

“Go ahead and scream,” Jace urges. “See how many people come running to your rescue.”

William opens his mouth but closes it a second later.

“That’s what I thought.” I smirk at him. “The ironic thing is you could have walked away from this with minimal recourse. Your mistake wasn’t fucking my girlfriend, it was fucking with my stepbrother.”

“I’m sorry,” he whimpers. “Please.”

“More,” I tell him in a low voice. “Beg me to spare you.”

“Please spare me,” he pleads. “Please. I’ll do anything. Just please don’t do this.”

I glance over my shoulder at Felix. He’s leaning against the wall with his arms wrapped around his middle and squeezing his legs together. His dick is rock hard and tenting his sweats, but his attention is on me.

“What do you think, little brother?” I ask. “Was that good enough? Should I spare him?”

Felix’s grin deepens, and he shakes his head.

I return my gaze to William, who looks like he’s either about to pass out or puke. “You heard him. Not good enough.”

Felix lets out a whimper that turns into a loud groan and rubs his back on the wall like a bear scratching himself against a tree.

Jace cuts across the room and stands next to Felix.

A brief flare of jealousy hits as he wraps his arm around Felix’s shoulders and holds him against his side, but I shove it back as Felix rubs his cheek against Jace’s shoulder.

It’s not a sexual move or even a flirty one.

He’s tripping balls, and the friction feels good, that’s all.

I return my attention to William, who’s pressing himself into the wall behind him like he’s trying to merge with it.

“Tell me how you drugged him,” I demand. “I want to know exactly what you did to him.”

“I…I don’t remember.”

“I know,” Jace says helpfully. “Felix told me.”

I keep my gaze fixed firmly on William. “Tell me everything.”

“He accosted him in the hall and shoved him in here,” Jace says. “Then he pinned him against the wall and winded him so he could force the pills into his mouth. When he was done with that, he choked him out until he swallowed them.”

I let Jace’s words wash over me and welcome the mental images they bring. I don’t need them to be pissed off, but I want to know exactly what I’m punishing William for.

“Then he stayed with him to make sure he didn’t puke them up and bailed when they started kicking in, leaving him here alone to deal with the high by himself,” Jace finishes. “Based on what he said, we missed him by a few minutes. Did I get that right?”

“Yeah,” Felix answers.

“Is that true?” I ask William.

His silence tells me everything I need to know.

“Run,” I tell him.

“What?” he splutters.

“Run,” I repeat.

He looks between me and the door, then takes off toward it.

Seeing him try to flee triggers something inside me, and I let out a primal growl as all the anger and rage I’ve been actively repressing breaks through my carefully constructed walls and hits in a rush of adrenaline and bloodlust.

I catch up with him when his hand is only inches from the broken doorknob and grab his shoulders.

He shrieks and tries to flail out of my grip, but I just throw him away from the door. He stumbles into the center of the room and sort of freezes like a deer caught in some proverbial headlights.

I’m on him a second later, and we tumble to the floor as I get my arms around him in a tackle hold.

Either he’s too fucked up to fight, or he doesn’t know how, because his fists bounce off me as I get on top of him and pin him to the floor.

“Please don’t, I’m sorry,” he begs, wiggling to get out from under me.

My first punch slams into his jaw, snapping his head to the side, and my second lands in the center of his stomach.

He gasps and tries to curl into himself as the wind is knocked out of him, but I don’t give him the chance and deliver another blow to his stomach that leaves him gulping for air like a fish on land.

“Come on,” I growl and get off him. “Is that really all you’ve got?”

He rolls onto his side and shakily gets up on his knees, still gasping and trying to pull in air. He manages to climb to his feet, then lunges at me.

I let him get a hit in, and the impact of his fist on my cheekbone is sharp and annoying, but not nearly hard enough to do more than piss me off more.

He swings again. I block him with one arm and deliver a hook to his jaw with the other. He stumbles away from me and falls to his knees.

I wait as he gets back up and throws himself at me in a messy tackle. His weight is enough to knock me off my feet, but I’m already swinging as we tumble to the floor.

William’s survival instincts finally seem to kick in, and he starts grappling with me for real. He’s punching and kicking and writhing to get out from under me, and the flailing is as entertaining as it is infuriating.

Every hit that he lands only serves to fuel my rage, and I give in to my instincts and stop holding back.

His nose makes a sound like puffed rice cereal being crushed as my fist connects with it, and droplets of blood splatter across my chest when I slam a left hook to the side of his face.

He blocks my next hit but can’t get one in as I pummel him with hit after hit until someone grabs my shoulders and drags me off him.

I don’t fight as Jax throws me onto the floor a few feet away.

William is in rough shape, but he’s still conscious as he lays where I left him, gasping and groaning like the pathetic worm he is.

“You can kill him later,” Jace says calmly. “We want our fun first.”

I glance back at him. Felix is holding his free hand and rubbing his face against Jace’s palm, but his eyes are fixed on me, and his smile is dark and full of heat.

“Promise?” I rasp, my throat tight with the leftover rage from the fight.

“Promise.” He smacks a loud kiss against Felix’s temple and untangles himself from him.

Felix whimpers and starts rubbing his hands over his chest.

Jace shoots me a smirky grin and heads over to where William is still lying on the floor, his face covered in blood and already swollen with bruises.

Jax tosses Jace his mask, and they put them on.