Kill Switch by Penelope Douglas

passion for thrills, and the same desire to break away from
restraints.
But they couldn’t forgive.
And this couldn’t happen.
“Hey, where have you guys been?” Rika walked over to us
with Winter in tow.
I looked at her, but her head was down and turned away, as
if she were trying to be invisible.
Michael went over and pulled Rika into him, hefting her
up into his arms. “We were doing manly things.”
“Manly things?” she asked, not believing it for a second.
But he just slapped her on the ass, gripping her flesh
through her dress. “Let’s go to the car for a minute.”
“Michael!” she scolded as he carried her away, what he
wanted clear.
The rest of us stood there for about two seconds, the wait
of their silence enough to kill the fun I’d just had.
I grabbed the backpack with my mask inside and looked at
Will. “If she’s not home by two,” I gestured to Winter, “my
security will bring her home. Don’t test me.”
I left, strolling past her and definitely wanting another
piece of her soon, half-tempted to drag her home now, but I
wasn’t giving in. I didn’t want her to know I craved it. The sex
would not become habit. It was a move in the game, and I
needed to figure out my next one.
Later that night, I woke with a start. Two sharp pangs hit me,
one on my neck, next my throat, and another on my side,
between my ribs. I sucked in a breath, feeling the sting of
broken skin.