HIS TO TORMENT

VAR POV

The night was mine. Always mine.

I lean back in my lounger, my sculpted inked abs on display.

Sure enough, there are always ladies hovering around me. I'm never short of females around me, and I enjoy their company as much. How else do I live up to my reputation as the fuckboy?

On each side are my buddies, Tyler and Liam. They've got reputations and looks too. The three of us are labeled the Fuck Boys of NYU, but Liam and Tyler are pretty much known as the troublemakers. Every Monday morning was a new prank. Each one better than the last.

A beautiful young woman comes over, her breasts bare and lush as her ass sways.

"Hi, big boy," she purrs, looking over my bronzed form appreciatively. "Can I get you a drink? A mimosa, perhaps?"

I stare at her huge, creamy breasts, and my fingers itch. At first, I shake my head, but then I change my mind as my blue eyes gleam at my phone on the side table. Ten minutes already. She must be back.

"How about a little sip from those tits?"

She giggles and leans forward so that the giant, pink-tipped orbs swing toward me.

"Of course, sir. I'm always happy to oblige."

My mouth latches onto her right breast, my tongue swirling around the hard nub there. Then I pull off with an audible pop before turning to her left tit and suckling that gorgeous tip as well. Her nipples are like pebbles, and she purrs with pleasure while cradling my head with her hands. But then I pull off, and the woman mewls with disappointment.

"Sorry, sweetheart," I growl. "Tonight's not the night. But here's a tip for your trouble." I stash a hundred-dollar bill into the string tie of her bikini bottoms.

Appeased, she smiles again and walks away, fluttering her fingers at me.

"Well, just let me know if you want more," she coos. "My name's Amber."

I nod, watching her big ass as it sashays, but I know I won't be calling her over again. After all, there's no shortage of womanflesh around me.

Liam whistles. "Seriously, Var Roberts just pulled back from an invitation. That's a huge storm on its way."

A smile creeps over my face. "Probably because someone intruded on my showtime."

"Who?" Liam asks, looking around for the intruder. Tyler too.

"VAR ROBERT!" comes a thunderous scream from inside the villa.

My lips curl. Showtime.

SELENA POV

I flick the light switch on in my room, and instantly, I shriek.

Three pairs of used ladies' undies in my room! Undies that aren't mine! One on the bed, the other on the floor, and the third on the bedside table.

The disheveled duvet. The used condoms. The room smelling thick of sex. I bet even a kid could tell what just happened in here. And to make it worse — a drawn portrait of me, naked. No, let's put it bluntly: a forged photo frame of me naked from the breast area down to the torso is dropped on the bed, leaning against the headboard, facing the door.

Below the frame reads:

← Four eyes, clean up the room. Just had fun with my dates in your room ←

IN MY ROOM!

VAR ROBERT JUST FREAKING DID THIS IN MY ROOM AND ASKED ME TO BE THE CLEANER!

My jaw is about to hit the floor. My hand is basically stuck to the light switch as I just stand there in the doorway, my eyes scanning the room.

I purse my lips as my face goes hot, my hands closing into fists as my brows knit. There's only one person who could do this, of course.

VAR ROBERT!

That prick.

"Well," Sasha sighs next to me. "This is so mean. I think your… hot foster brother did this."

"Well, not hot foster brother anymore, but DEAD foster brother!" I scowl as I whirl around, my pulse racing as I march down the hall to the last room.

"Serena! Are you looking for your hot foster brother?"

"Dead foster brother!" I corrected with a scream.

"Well… alright. Your dead foster brother."

I'm not new to Var's bullshit, or his incessant need to tease me, or taunt me, or bully me around in that smug-smiled, infuriating way that he's done since I moved into this house six months ago.

And this is how I'd always stomp down to his room to give him an earful.

Empty. His room's empty. I whirl around to one of the back staircases.

"Serena, you are so fast. Gawd!"

I storm down the stairs and then down the hallway toward the other staircase that will take me down to the garage, where I'm sure he's working on his stupid car.

"Serena, please lessen up your steps."

"I didn't ask you to come with me!" I scowl as I thunder down the last staircase and slam open the side door to the five-car garage.

"Var!"

I plant my hands on my hips, a scowl on my face as I glance around the room, my eyes narrowing as I look for him.

Where the hell is—

If he's not here, then he's somewhere… At the pool.

I whirl around again. "He's not here too? Where is he?" Sasha asks, and I just ignore her and march in and slam open the next door close to the garages and behold the sight.

Infuriatingly cocky, obnoxiously charming, unfairly hot Var Robert… My soon-to-be-dead foster brother.

Muscles clenching and glistening as he grips the handrails to the ladder. His abs ripple like liquid steel, and the huge tattoo covering the massive scars on his back rolls with his strength as he climbs out. Water streams down his body, running in rivulets over his muscles, his arms flexing as he raises them to push his hair back from his face.

I mean, seriously. It's like a live-pool action.

He turns, shoving his fingers through his hair, and when my eyes slide back down his body, my face instantly burns intensely, along with the fluttery feeling of the forbidden that teases through me. His hand slides down his abs, his finger tugging at the waist of his black, skin-tight swimmer's shorts. Christ, he looks like a pinnacle athlete — all sleek, toned, gorgeous, muscled, and…

I swallow thickly, my face tingling with heat.

"I mean that bulge!" Sasha blushed beside me, and I just stare.

He's downright sinful. Muscles for days, and tattoo ink swirling up and down both arms and across his chest. Dark hair, piercing dark eyes, and that infuriatingly cocky grin that does all sorts of things to a girl. I swallow, telling myself on repeat to stop staring at his abs before I finally manage to drag my eyes up to his and force myself to scowl. But the pool seems… empty.

"You looking for me, four eyes?"

I gasp, and in spite of everything — in spite of the months of teasing and taunting, and going out of his way to be a jerk to me every chance he got — I shiver at the sound of Var's voice in my ear, from behind me.

And hold me now, because how the hell did he get behind me?

"While you were lost staring at the prettiest creature you've ever seen, four eyes."

He replied to my thought as always, and I shiver at the sound of his voice in my ear, even if he's calling me by that nickname I hate.

I whirl, every intention of telling him off, but when I do, my breath catches, and my words fail me. How could he be so gorgeous, up close?

He grins. "Wanna take a picture to keep for later, four eyes?"

I glare at him. "Stop calling me that."

Var just keeps grinning, his fierce dark eyes burning right into mine.

I swallow thickly, clearing my throat as I purse my lips.

"My room?" I say primly.

"That an invitation?"

I blush, biting my lip before I scowl at him. "No, it most certainly is not. I mean what you did to my room."

A smile creeps over his perfectly chiseled jaw. "Oh, you noticed, huh? I thought as the innocent four eyes, you wouldn't know what sex in a room looks like. Or are you talking about the portrait? Save the thank you. I am an artist, after all. That's the least I could do for my darling foster sister."

My mouth tightens.

"Aww, you are so hot, Var." Sasha grins, adding even more fuel to my burning rage. How could she think he's hot right now? I thought I had a friend, but now, seems like I had one of his fans instead.

"Shut up, Sasha!"

He laughs, throwing his head back, his muscles rippling as he chuckles before looking back down at me.

"You jealous your friend has a thing for me, four eyes?"

He winks.

I glare at him. "She doesn't have a thing for you."

He lifts a cocky brow. I'm proving to him she's my best friend. "Sasha, what exactly are we here to do to him?"

Silence.

"Sasha!" I scowl, and she quickly looks away to me.

"What exactly am I here to do to him? The both of us!" I scream.

She jumps, startled. "Um, I think it's to worship his gorgeous body, isn't it?"

I blink — literally blink, stunned.

And you know what happened? Var laughed, pleased. Cocky. Smug.

He's grinning away, flashing that panty-melting smile of his as he leans in, brings his arm around the blushing Sasha's waist, and pulls her right against his broad, bare chest.

I scowl when I see the way she giggles at something he whispers in her ear, slapping his chest playfully and then letting her hand linger there.

Suddenly, I'm seeing red. I can't believe Sasha would stoop so low as to flirt with him. This prick, right in front of me.

I'm scowling so hard I can barely contain myself from screaming her name. "SASHA RILEY!"

She jumps off his embrace, startled by my burning eyes.

He smiles smugly. "Why are you always so jealous?"

"Ugh!" I grasp my head, on the verge of explosion. "Just shut up, Var!"

"Why?" His sinful lips tug at the corner. "Because I'm cutting deep?" He brings his lips between his teeth, and I stare, shamelessly. "Breaking your heart—"

"In your dreams, Var!" I scowl, my jaw tightening.

"In my dreams? Come on, Sasha is pretty, but you—" He makes a gagging sound. My heart seizes. He's about to say something. Var Robert is about to drive me to the edge.

"—Your face makes me want to puke."

That's all it takes for my eyes to burn. "VAR ROBERT, YOU PRICK!" I scream, hysterical, my eyes blurring with tears.

His smirk widens. "Just being honest. You're ugly."

"That's mean, Var!" Sasha yells in my defense.

"Mean? I'm just telling her the truth. She's ugly. Probably why she's still a virgin, because no man wants to drive his dick into her ugly hole."

Sasha and I yelp at his cruel, vile words.

"Whoops!"

"That's a wonderful show."

Liam and Tyler whistle. The females lingering around snort at me in contempt.

"Really? I'm ugly?" I step toward him, shortening the distance between us, my eyes dead hard.

"Tell me, which part of me is ugly?" I raise a deadly brow. "Sure, I have a few pimples on my face, but that's it. And yeah, I wear oversized hoodies and baggy pants. But I bet if I dressed like your dates, every single one of you would be swooning."

"Pfft—" Liam and Tyler burst into laughter.

"Let's go, Sasha!" I glare at her. "Let's go deal with you."

"Oh yeah, Sasha. The pastor's daughter." Liam grinned, and Sasha's face burned with fury.

"Shut up, Liam. Stay away from me."

"Woo, I didn't say I saw you watching p**n the other day in class, right?" Liam feigned innocence, and that's all it takes for the three to burst out laughing at Sasha's embarrassment.

"Let's go!" I hold onto her trembling hands. Anyone who knows Sasha knows she's about to blow, and someone's eardrum is about to get damaged.

"LIAM KINSLEY, YOU ARE DYING A HORRIBLE DEATH!" Her ear-piercing screams echo through the walls of the villa as I drag her away.

No doubt those three are laughing in contentment, having the time of their lives.

"Did I say Var Robert is hot? No way. That damn loser." She huffs, breathless, the moment we get into my room.

I fill her a glass of water. "Here, take it. You need to calm down."

"Calm down?" She stares at me, incredulous. "No way. I know I have a weak point for hot guys, but Var is officially out of the list. He called you ugly? Really? He's just blind!"

I sigh deeply. "Um, how many times have you said that?" I sit on the bed with a teasing look. "Are you sure you think he's out of

the list?"

She pouts. "Well, maybe this time. Help me, Selena. I think I have a disorder. I just can't control myself when I see hot guys."

"And Albert?" I cock a teasing brow.

Her face twists. "Eew, don't mention him."

And I laugh.