“Say. It.”
“No,” she whispers.
We’re tucked away in the shadows of an alcove. Her breath catches sharply when my hand gently curls around her throat, and the second my fingers press against her pulse point, the rest of the party dis-a-fucking-pears.
The world narrows to a black tunnel until all that exists is her big, scared, doe eyes, looking up into mine like the most delicious fucking prey in the world.
“I won’t ask again.”
Her throat bobs against my hand. Her eyes lock with mine as she bristles, that mouth of hers getting all pissy-looking in way that is entirely too appetizing.
We should pry it open with our dick until she’s drooling all over it.
“Cock.”
She hurls it like a slur. It doesn’t matter.
I’m still hard.Instantly.
But still, this needs to stop.
“Coming to this party after I told you we were done was supremely stupid.”
Her mouth trembles. “I haven’t used the word,” she croaks.
“Then maybe I haven’t beenhard enoughon you.”
Time to shut this down for real.
“There’s a reason I don’t fuck virgins, Evelina,” I sigh.
Her jaw drops open.
“You…” She blinks. “You think I’m here because I’mobsessedwith you or something?!”
“Or something.”
Her gray eyes glint up at me.
“You think any girl in their right mind wants more of that…thathorror showyou put me through?!”
I smirk. “Please. Your cunt came apart at the seams for myhorror show?—”
At first, I don’t really comprehend why there's liquid in my eyes, dribbling down my face.
But then, the distinctive taste of champagne teases over my lips.
I blink, clearing my vision. Evelina is staring at me, horror etched over her face.
“I—”
“Coming here was mistake enough,” I growl quietly. “But that?”
She gasps, stiffening as my hand shoots out to wrap like iron around her throat.
“Thatwas supremely. Fucking. Stupid.”
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