“I was fucking them both, wasn’t I?” I shoot the words out before I can think. I heard the insinuation in his tone. That’s what he thinks, because that’s the type of person he imagines I am. Fuck him.
I scramble for the door to his car and yank it open, cold air slicing into the vehicle. But before I can get out, he plants his hand on my thigh and presses down, hard. If I wanted, I could still leave, but the pressure, so close to where the heat in my body is from watching him drive, it stills me.
I slowly turn to him.
He’s leaned in close, our mouths a breath away.
“No.” He enunciates the word carefully. “You weren’t.”
I swallow, and I know the sound is audible between us.
“So tell me, whythe fuckwere they both there? What did they do to you, Neve?”
I sip in air through my nose, the scent of the car and of him lighting up in my blood. “Will cornered me. He’s grieving. He thinks it’s my fault Jackson is dead.”
Faust’s fingers curl around my thigh. “Why?”
And I look him in the eye as I tell him the truth. “Because the reason Jackson got out of his truck and chased me is because he’d just found out I’d fucked with Will. He wasn’t lying to you.” I don’t look away even as my face burns. “But it’s worse, actually. I didn’t suck his dick.” My entire body is hot. “I fucked him.”
Faust doesn’t blink, but his fingers dig into my muscle and his hand slides up, just an inch, and I think it’s unintentional, but it doesn’t stop me from spreading my legs a little as I smile at him, an expression full of bitterness.
“What?” I ask, my mouth so close to his as I lean in toward him. “You think it’s your turn now? Or do you think I lied, about Sylvan? You think I fucked him and now I’m trying to fuck you, too?”
He’s going to leave marks on my thighs as hard as he’s driving the pads of his fingertips into me, and I don’t care.
This is the savage side. The self-destruction. The daddy-didn’t-give-me-enough-attention part of me.
Come on, Faust. Fuck me.It blares inside of my head because it’s not just Sylvan who’s crazy. We’re the same that way.
“But you didn’t love Jackson.” Faust says his name like it disgusts him, but it’s the whole sentence that shocks me.
My throat moves as I swallow, and my voice is hoarse when I answer him. “No,” I tell him, honestly. “I didn’t.”
“Why did Sylvan break Will’s nose?”
I’m surprised he even remembered Will’s name; yeah, I just said it, but it’s a guy he’s never met and knows nothing about. Sylvan must have learned about him from the same stalking that led him to my phone number and my fucking address.
I glance down at Faust’s lips, the scent of peppermint on his breath causing my heart to race. When I look back up, his eyes are on my mouth, too.
The door to the car is still open, but I’m not cold anymore.
I say nothing.
“Did Will touch you?”
I swallow hard.
“Did he hurt you?
Silence.
Faust’s eyes snap to mine. “How.” A demand, not a question.
I inhale deep. “It doesn’t matter, it?—”
“It matters to me.”
I stare up at him, and for some reason, I believe him. “He choked me.” The words are a whisper.
