Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

I jerked my chin at Crane, and he spun Belmont around
and landed a punch right into his stomach. The pipsqueak
dropped like a ton of bricks, crumbling to his knees, coughing,
and gasping.
“Again,” I said.
But Winter piped up. “No!” she answered quickly. “He
didn’t touch me!”
“I didn’t touch her,” he said, wheezing and still coughing.
“I would never hurt her.”
I released Winter but kept my body on her, so she didn’t
move.
“GGet him out of here,” I said.
Crane picked up the kid on the floor, and after a moment,
they were gone through the side door again. Headlights
streamed through the window, there were shouts, and
eventually doors slammed, and two engines drove off. He was
probably worried about leaving Winter here with me, but
Crane would make sure he got home, even if he had to give his
car a little push with the SUV.
“You thought you were so fucking cute tonight with that
little performance, didn’t you?” I taunted. “Now, I like it when
you misbehave, just do it in private where we both can take
some pleasure in your punishment. You make me wait, it gets
less fun for you.”
“I hate you.”
I pressed her back into the door again, and she sucked in a
breath as my body molded to hers. She wouldn’t look at me as
I leaned down, smelling the remnants of her lip gloss still on
her mouth. Where had the rest gone? Did he taste it tonight?
Or maybe she wore it because she knew I liked it.
Her little face turned away, so defiant. But she wasn’t
moving, either.
“Are you sure you hate me?” I asked in a low voice.