She curls her fingers into my shirt. I draped my jacket and the holster on the desk chair at my back, across from her bed. I saw her glance at the holster but she said nothing, and I haven’t gotten the gun out of the drawer she put it in. Not yet.
“Where were you, before this?” she counters, not answering me, and I want to squeeze her for it. But I just grip the toothbrush tighter and don’t let my hold on her go, either.
“I would ask you the same but it looked like you were fucking Dax on the couch or something.” I try to say it indifferently, but the image of her skirt messed up and her top unbuttoned, it makes me clench my teeth and splay my fingers deeper against her spine.
“I told you to come in the morning.”
My temper rises. It’s not her fault. It’s mine. Always. But it doesn’t stop me from saying, “Then I’ll leave.”
Yet I don’t move.
Her nose wrinkles up in what looks like a feline snarl. “Why’d you come at all?” she challenges.
“Why’d you let him touch you?” I reach out and slam the toothbrush on the counter. It wobbles over and clatters to its side but I don’t give a fuck. I grab Sloane’s face with both hands, tilting her chin up higher, my thumbs over her lips. I roll the bottom one down and see her pretty, perfect teeth and I want to fucking devour her. Actually, I want herherto devourme.Her fingers around my throat, squeezing hard, letting me know she’s mine.I’m delusional.“Why’d you let him put his hand up your skirt? Did he finger you, Princess? Did you let him dirty you up? What did his cock taste like in this pretty little mouth?” I drag her lip down further with my thumbs and her cheeks flush pink, her freckles stark on her face.
She pushes against my chest, like she wants me off her, but I don’t let her go.
“Is that the kind of boy you want? Golf shirts and daddy’s money and in twenty years, an affair with someone half your age that he hides and you ignore because at least you have your dream house and your yacht vacations and designer bags to cry into?”
“Says the boy in Gucci sweatpants.” Her lips move around my thumbs.
I’m secretly pleased she noticed but I don’t dare say it. “Yeah, but I didn’t get these from day trading or business deals. I got them from the same shit that’s in my system right now.” I smile as her eyes become slits. “Go ahead and tell me you want a guy like him, tell me you want a high tea, vacations overseas life. Tell meI’m too beneath you, Sloane.”
She swallows, her slender throat bobbing.
Her nails curl into my shirt again, hurting me. I want them on my bare skin. I want to fuck her out of my system. I want her to break my heart tonight. I want all of this to end.
I want that hotel room with Dad out of my head, and the body on the stairs of my friend out of my mind, and the way his girlfriend’s corpse felt so light when I dropped her into the lake and I want all of this blood off my hands and I want to make someone like Sloane proud to be with someone like me, but I know I never will.
Break my heart so I can forget yours.
“I told you before,” she says, and her voice is ice cold. My mom speaks like that sometimes. Wicked. Frozen enough to send chills down your spine. “You don’t know anything about what I want.”
I pull her close to me by my fingers wrapped at the top of her throat.
She grabs my shirt with both hands and I lean down so my lips are over hers.
“Show me, Sloane.” Then I tilt my head and I kiss her, hard. I bite her bottom lip and roll it out and she moans against my mouth, and it’s like she melts into me.
She’s opening for me and her tongue twirls around mine and her body arches into my own and she’s digging her nails in so deep I think—hope—she’ll rip my shirt.
I run my hands down her body, around to her ass, and I squeeze her close to me, my cock rock hard and pressed against her tummy.
She moans again and it’s like my blood catches fire.
Fuck, I want this.
I want it so bad.
I want you so much.
But I know what I’m allowed, and this is as far as it’ll go.
She nips at my top lip, then licks where she bit me, and I wonder if she can taste the coke on my tongue, if she can feel all the blood I’ve seen. I think of Dax doing this with her and I think maybe now I’ve gotten a taste for murder because I wouldn’t mind dumping his body in a lake, either.
Our mouths devour one another, heat coursing through me as she stands on her tiptoes and arches even closer, only our clothes between us.
I want to crawl inside her skin. I want every inch of me in her.
