Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

“What?” she blurted out. “Stop it, Damon.”
Belmont struggled against Crane’s hold to my right.
“He’s been photographing you,” I told her, reporting what
Crane found when he went to Belmont’s house earlier. “I
really hope you didn’t know.”
“It wasn’t like that!” he yelled. “I just… Winter, they’re
not bad pictures. I promise.”
I kept my stare on her. “They’re bad to me,” I bit out.
“She’s in her bathing suit, her shorts, bending over… All
without her knowledge from the looks of it, am I right?”
“Spare me your concern about what happens without her
knowledge!” he fired back. “You only care when it’s not you
taking advantage!”
I ground my teeth together. He wasn’t lying exactly. But
still…
“Winter?” he pleaded when she didn’t say anything.
“Winter, I just… It’s not as bad as it sounds, okay?”
She shook, still trying to pry my hand off, but not trying as
hard as she could. She didn’t know who to trust, and she was
struggling to figure out what to do or who to turn to. I just took
away one of her only friends.
“They were candids,” he explained. “You were so
beautiful, I…” He stopped and then shouted at me, “You broke
into my house?”
“Did you mess with her?” I demanded.
When he didn’t answer, I shot in, whispering against
Winter’s lips. “If he touched you, I’ll know,” I told her. “Your
skin will be red and flushed. Your lips will be swollen. His
stink will be all over you.”
She panted against me, and for a moment, I was reminded
of our times together back in the day. When I whispered to
hide my voice, but she was mine and I was hers, and she was
in my lap, driving my car. Did she ever think about that?