Burning Ultimatum (Trevor's Harem #4) Read Online Free Page B

here? I survived the first elimination after refusing to play by the rules. I survived the second and third without blinking. And if Trevor is to be believed, I survived a sex-first challenge by being nonsexual while the sluttiest slut got the axe. All by following my gut and doing nothing special. All, it seems, without help of any meaningful kind.  
    “I don’t know,” I say.  
    “You should.”  
    “Why?”  
    “Same reason as before.”  
    “Which is?”  
    “Caspian White.”  
    “Why, Trevor?”  
    “Because he likes you.”  
    “Then I should have no problems.”  
    Trevor doesn’t respond. He looks somehow punched, but I can tell he feels that affection, from Caspian White, probably isn’t a good thing.  
    “I’ll be fine, Trevor. Thank you for your concern, but I’ve made it this far, even without a superpower.”  
    I try to smile at the idea of superpowers, but Trevor stops, on his way to my door, and takes my hand.  
    “Daniel didn’t tell you,” he says.  
    “Tell me what?”  
    “At least on paper, he’s named a talent for you. To our board. And to Mr. White.”  
    I blink back up at Trevor.
    “He’s been telling people that he’s figured out my superpower?”
    “Yes. And going to face Caspian White, that’s what scares me.”  
    “What is it?”  
    “Technically it’s restraint , no doubt piggybacking on what the cameras saw between you in the garden, when you resisted his triggers.” Trevor purses his lips. “But Caspian has chosen to interpret your unflappability differently, if not quite literally.”
    My heart beats faster. Maybe Trevor is right after all, and I should leave while I still can.  
    “‘Purity,’” Trevor says. “As if you were a virgin, waiting to be defiled.”  

CHAPTER THREE

Bridget

    I’m not a virgin. I haven’t been a virgin for a long time. I’m not clean; I’m not pure; I never even had a chance to be daddy’s little girl. But Daniel was the first time I ever fucked a guy I’d just met, and I’ve been almost moderate since life has stabilized. Relatively speaking, I’m almost a nun in this place. Compared to the other girls (Kylie, who will ride anything that gives her a strategic advantage, and Jessica, who it turns out will suck the fidelity right off a guy if it means billions of dollars and the crown), I might as well be wearing a cast iron chastity belt. Ironically, everything Caspian has seen from me has happened during my cold spell. And everything they’ve told him about me, I guess, was taken from public house records.  
    That’s what I get, I guess. Successfully avoid the cameras for your dirty girl interludes, and you get on the radar of some sort of rich creep. Makes sense.  
    I get the impression that Daniel’s balls are in a vise over my still being here, so he seems to have made something up to justify it. There’s a bunch of people controlling this … well, this whatever-it-is … and now Daniel has manufactured some bullshit to make those people think he’s not ruining it all by having invited me in.  
    No, wait, Bridget is supposed to be here. Maybe she was brought here to hate fuck … and then fuck in a different way by making her think I cared before screwing her best friend. But now I see the truth. She’s special after all. Because while all the other girls are dripping at any given moment, Bridget’s unwillingness to participate is … um … because she’s EXCEPTIONALLY RESTRAINED. Like a superpower of discipline. Yeah. Yeah, that’s the ticket .
    But they’re wrong about me. I’m not virginal; I’m not sweet; I’m not restrained. I’m not meek. The irony is that if I try to leave at this point, I’ll be proving Daniel right.  
    See? Bridget was so virginal and restrained, she couldn’t even take the pressure. Now watch while I fuck Jessica in front of you all.  
    So I get dressed instead. I find a flattering, boob-enhancing white top and a red skirt that’s cut too high.