A beautiful mess and a demon.
I have killed, and she has lied. We are exactly what we should stay away from, yet here we are.
“Are you going to fight me?” I ask, inhaling the scent of her hair. It smells of vanilla, and it makes my mouth water. Becky’s always smelled of strawberries.
“That depends on which option you choose,” she answers breathlessly.
I smile against her neck. “Well, princess, I already have you naked underneath me, legs spread wide, and my lips still taste of your cunt. But …” I pull away and run my free hand up her chest to wrap around her neck. “If I sit here and choke the life out of your pretty eyes, you’ll fight?” I’m not sure which one sounds more appealing.
Becky never allowed me to be rough. She always told me she wanted me to be my best self. And I believed that fucking bullshit. She didn’t change for me; I should have never tried to pretend with her.
She looks up at me the best she can since my right hand is still holding her head back by her hair. “You think I have pretty eyes?”
I can’t help but chuckle. Of course, that’s what she takes from what I said. “You know I think you’re gorgeous,” I say honestly.
There’s nothing wrong with admitting that to her or myself. Over the past week, I’ve noticed the difference between Demi and Becky in their looks. Demi is more of a natural beauty while Becky is just all-out fake. Demi’s blue eyes hold more truth and anger. She carries herself differently. She doesn’t need to dress like a slut to get attention, and she doesn’t need the world to bow at her feet. No, Demi doesn’t need anyone, and that’s what draws me to her. To need someone is a weakness, and I want to see her need me desperately. Like her life depends on it.
Her lips part, and I feel her pulse race against my hand.
“But don’t think that will stop me from hurting you,” I warn, my hand tightening on her throat as a warning. She can still breathe, though. I don’t want the fun to start too soon.
“Maybe I want you to hurt me.”
My eyes narrow as I press my hard cock to her dripping pussy in warning. I was so rough with her two nights ago in Becky’s bed. She has to still be sore. “Did I hurt you the other night?” I ask. She had cried. At the time it didn’t register until she sent me the message that I took her virginity.
“Yes.” She licks her lips.
“And?” I ask, not liking her simple answer. I’m sure as shit not going to apologize because she should have told me.
Swallowing against my hand, she whispers, “I liked it.”
“Demi.” I growl.She’s playing with me.This is another one of her fucking tricks. This is where she’s just like her sister.
She places her hands on my chest. “Is that what you want, Deke? To hurt me?”
“Yes.” No.Fuck!Do I want to hurt her? I’m not sure what I want right now. So much has happened over the past couple of days that I can’t even think straight.
Her hands drop to her sides, and she whispers, “Then do it.”
“Is this why you’re with Seth?” The thought of him makes me want to punch him in the goddamn face and choke her out. “You piss him off, so he’ll hurt you?”
She lets out a laugh, so pure that her body shakes underneath me. “I found another thing I like about you.”
I release her hair and neck, placing my fisted hands on either side of her face, then I ask, “What’s that?”
“Your jealousy,” she answers, licking her lips.
“I’m not—”
“Liar.” She cuts me off. “But Seth isn’t here, Deke. It’s just you and me. So there’s only one thing you need to ask.”
I’m afraid to ask her anything. Demi has this way of pushing me. I always seem to be off my game around her.I don’t like it.
“Are you gonna fuck me or not?” She finally asks when I don’t.
The words piss me off more than they should because she’s right. I am jealous. Demi doesn’t belong to me. She belongs to Seth. Just like Becky never belonged to me. And I refuse to go down that road again with another Holt Ice Princess.
I lift my right hand and run my knuckles down her soft cheek and lie just like she does to me. “You may be gorgeous, baby, but your sister is the one I plan on fucking tonight.”
