‘I don’t think either of us is good at that,’ I whisper.
She sneers up at me. ‘You think I still want you?’
‘Yes. Carys, why do you think you get so angry when you look at me? When you see me kissing Warren?’ Something like realisation flashes across her eyes. ‘You don’t hate me, Carys. You’re jealous. You want me. That’s been the problem all along. You never stopped wanting me.’
I don’t even know how we started kissing, but we are. It’shungry, angry. The tips of her fingers dig into the softness of my upper arms like I’m the last life raft, but also like she’s trying to drown me. Pleasure and pain mingle together, and my head swims.
She can’t get close enough, so I hoist her up by the soft meat of her hips. She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms around my neck, and she bites my bottom lip hard. I am so, so thankful I’m strong as she writhes around, trying to ride me. The heels of her thigh-high boots dig into the soft curves of my hips and I imagine her standing on me in them.
We were drunk on each other last time, but this is a different intoxication. It’s all fury as she slides her fingers down between us, trying to pleasure both of us at once. I really regret wearing a gigantic fishnet bodysuit and a bodice. I couldn’t have picked an outfit harder to get into.
When she hits the right place, I almost drop her from the rush of it.
‘You were right. Happy?’ Her pleading noises as she grinds are a melody, and they make me want to squeeze my thighs together from the delicious ache.
I set her down facing the mirror, me right behind her. Our height difference means we can see each other clearly in the reflection. I push her forward slowly, so her hands land either side of the sink. She’s bent over, underneath me, and I can see she loves it.
‘Say it,’ I tell her.
She locks eyes with me, panting hard. ‘Come on. Fuck me.’
Chapter Twenty-FiveCarys
@sourguts:ngl is anyone not buying this love triangle?
@selfishbaby:Omg rite @sourguts! Whyyy would Dolly want Patrick when she has Warren?
@pisswizard:there’s some bare Patrick slander in the comments today
I don’t know what’s taken over me, but I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
The fireworks, or whatever the fuck Dolly does to me, are addictive.
And the worst part is, she’s right. Iamjealous. I’ve been so jealous of everything she’s doing with Warren, so angry that she chose that lie over me, so desperate to kiss her again. Lying to yourself is a hard habit to break.
And now I’m in a bathroom begging Dolly to fuck me while everyone else parties downstairs. The sweet sticky alcohol that Zack handed out warms my veins, and numbs my thoughts.
All I can see is her. And me. In the mirror together and desperate for each other.
‘As you asked so nicely,’ Dolly says finally.
She gathers the fabric of this tiny dress in one hand, and kicks open my legs.
‘This ridiculous skirt,’ she growls, as she runs her fingers along the edges of my lace underwear. ‘Did you choose the outfit you knew would drive me the most wild?’
I want her to rip my knickers off. I want her to make me come like she’s taking revenge.
She slides her hand under the fabric and onto my clit so fast that I let out a cry of pleasure. My body ripples under her touch. The last time we slept together was a gentle discovery of each other’s body. This isfucking.
I keep my eyes locked on hers while Dolly fucks me, and pushes her fingers inside me. I’m not usually an eye contact person because it is so intense for me, like being stripped naked. But now, it’s a heavenly intoxication. I feel aflame.
‘Come for me, Cherry,’ she whispers.
That pushes me right to the edge of the cliff. My knuckles go white as I grip hold of the sink for dear life and watch this incredible Goddess of Wrath make me come.
I don’t try to smother my moans, so she covers my mouth with her free hand. I lick the sweet salty taste of us, of me, off them.
